Split Screen

AT THE MOVIES
Siobhan and I saw “Conversations With Other Women” last night at Sunshine. Constant Reader, in case you were wondering? It was really good. If you unaware of the premise, it’s that two people meet at a wedding reception, one who’s married and one who has a girlfriend and they have a fling. The other thing is that the whole movie is filmed split screen with two cameras running. The cameras are mostly trained on the couple but sometimes one side will flash back to something else. And sometimes, the sections will both be of one person with a sort of scattering of takes.

Anyway, you get the picture(unintended delicious pun). The whole thing is a little disconcerting at first but after a while, you grow to like it. I never saw that movie Time Dash that was like that. I believe that one actually was split into four sections. Kind of like that one channel that’s on cable that has four different networks and the sound alternates in a circle between the four. Well, that’s too much. Two works fine though. Especially since you can have that classic POV shot of one person and have the exact opposite of the other person too and see both at the same time. Plus Aaron Eckhart and Helena Bonham Carter are great in it. Essentially if you liked Thank You For Smoking, you’ll like this.

It makes you wonder too how much hanky panky really does happen at wedding receptions. I mean, we know that someone is doing something but is it really as much as movies would have us believe? I wonder. A guy in Huck Slim seemed like he was five for five last two years for getting with the bridesmaids. I’m going to a wedding next month. I shall observe.

I also saw This Film Is Not Yet Rated which is a documentary about the MPAA rating system. Also, really good. One of the funniest parts is a very meta portion where the director of the doc, sends in his film to be rated by the MPAA people. They don’t do so well with the raters.
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I think that Jake and ‘Bert are a modern cat version of Leopold and Loeb. Because I figured out that it’s Bert who makes the holes in clothing in my apartment but Jake eats the little pieces of cloth sometimes. And then he throws it up later. Thus covering their tracks for a little while, till I turn over my comforer or take out that t-shirt or pair of socks and notice something missing. These diabolical cats must be stopped! If you have any suggestions, please let me know. So far, my rehabilitation attempts have utterly failed.