It’s been something of a long week over here at the Sacred Wall. Naturally, with the weight of the world taxing everything, the only natural recourse is to turn to pop culture. And while I didn’t get around to seeing anything in theaters this week, I did manage to watch a lot at home.
I started my week with three 2018 releases, to continue rounding out my Best and Worst lists. My first film of the week was How To Talk To Girls At Parties, a film with a lot of interesting ideas that, disappointingly, never brought them together. Still, at least it had more to appreciate than Truth or Dare, one of the dumbest films to come out last year and a surefire contender for my Bottom Ten. And then there’s I Can Only Imagine, the hit film from last March. I will say the first thirty minutes of Imagine are awkwardly terrible, although I respected their earnestness. However, once the film found its groove, and figured out what it wanted to be, the film really picks up, and I could appreciate what it turned itself into. Still, I doubt I would watch it again beyond flipping through channels and inevitably finding it on Hallmark or TNT. Meanwhile, due to their expiration on Filmstruck, I made sure to screen a Tracy/Hepburn double feature, thanks to Adam’s Rib and Woman of the Year. Both films feature stellar performances from the two likable leads, although I will say I preferred Woman of the Year overall, but the ending is rough due to the infamous reshoots, while Adam’s Rib takes a while to pick up, but ends strong and features a humorous Punch-and-Judy framing device. However, while I loved Tracy and Hepburn, I will say my Neil Simon tribute was much more my style of romantic comedy. I’m talking, of course, about The Goodbye Girl, which was dumb, silly, loving, and impeccably acted, thanks to Richard Dreyfuss, Marsha Mason, and Quinn Cummings. And finally, to close out my week, I started what will eventually be a two-week binge of A Star Is Born, in order to prepare for Bradley Cooper’s newest version of the oft-told story. This week, I watched the 1937 version, starring Fredric March and Janet Gaynor. I found the film rather interesting, thanks to its weird, not-always-flawless blend of comedy and drama, but I respected the hell out of the ending. However, while I thought the acting and writing were both impeccable, I can’t say I found myself loving the film the way I wanted to. Perhaps I’ll end up loving the next two/three much more.
Unfortunately, I’ve fallen behind on my television viewing. Despite my intentions to watch It’s Always Sunny and to start Maniac, I didn’t have a chance to see either. However, my week wasn’t a total waste. I did manage to watch a few more episodes of Queer Eye, which has become my newest “throw it on and enjoy” program, and obviously I watched the Emmy Awards last Monday, which you can read about right here. You can expect more TV news next week, however, as most of the big shows return to television.
What about you, dear reader? Did you manage to watch more television shows than me? How about the movies – did you head to the theater to see anything good? Let me know in the comments, and I will see you all here this time next week!