A couple of years back I watched “ π” , directed by Aronofsky and it’s been one of my favorite movies ever since. Cinematically speaking, I fell in love with this B/W depiction of a quest for the world formula.
Then came “Requiem for a Dream” which I liked even better with its great score (I use the title theme as personal ring tone for people I really like; yes, I do!), its close-ups and its sober sadness-emitting story line. A copy of it would be one of the items I named if asked the cliché question about having to choose items to take with me on a deserted island.
Recently then, I saw “The Fountain” , Aronofsky’s most recent film – and previous joy of watching his movies did not occur. The reason has a name, Ladies and Gentleman: Hugh Jackman. I honestly don’t know what it is about him that makes me rather want to watch a Kevin Federline concert than the, indisputably, good movies he’s acting in. Probably it is because is the straight personification of “lame”: lame looks, extra lame personality, turbo lame acting.
Once I read an interview with Hugh Jack-off in one of those magazines for men which tell you how to work out, eat healthy, screw better and build a “300” physique within a month. It was in one of those Men’s Health’s where Shmuh-Hugh explained his gym routine as extremely noisy; something like “I scream like a pig”.
I always thought it might be a fine idea to remove those mirrors.
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