Sara Watches Stuff

The cinema. I love it! It's the one time I'll risk eating popcorn and the subsequent agony I'll most likely endure. I love getting comfy in an oversized seat that countless children have undoubtedly wet themselves in while the lights go down around me; hearing the music swell from all angles and being swallowed up by the big screen. I'm no cinema snob, though. I've had some of good movie experiences on big screens in the park ( Ferris Bueller's Day Off  for the very first time) with bats overhead, or at makeshift drive-ins on old race courses (a Grease singalong). I'll even have a good movie watch with a streaming service, watching Ghost Ship  for the twenty third time on the living room television or falling asleep the the fourteenth season of CSI on my phone so that I dream about Ted Danson.  For a long time, I thought that the worst way to watch a movie was on a plane. Small screen, strange edits to sanitise content, and you're almost always uncom...

It's been a while since I've written about movies! I've been sick, trying desperately to make it to the end of my degree, and watching predominantly television. I have a lot of thoughts about, say, the racial politics on this season of RuPaul's Drag Race or on the casting problems with The Bachelorette or on the importance of kind television a la Queer Eye or Nailed It but the movies sitting in my drafts have been left unremarked upon. That ead against all changes now. Time to ease back in with something that doesn't make me want to bang my head against my computer for discursive reasons but rather for very different reasons: let's talk about the new Jurassic World movie. I've never written about a Jurassic Park movie on this blog, but my history with the franchise is not one worth extensive literature. I watched the first movie in about sixth grade, and presumably there was some theoretical basis for that because I remember looking forward to classes ...

I Saw Atomic Blonde And All I Got Was This Overwhelming Urge To Write and Inconclusive Review, but on a t-shirt or something. The internet has not been able to shut up about Charlize Theron and Atomic Blonde for months. It's from David Leitch one of the directors of critical darling John Wick - full disclosure, I've not seen it, for lazy reasons I'll explain later - and is based on a series of graphic novels called The Coldest City , and by all accounts both of those things are extremely obvious in the movie. It's got that graphic novel feel to it, ultra slick and stylised with extreme attention to visual detail and use of colour. Charlize Theron plays Lorraine Broughton, a spy in 1989 Germany, in her pursuit to retrieve a list of intelligence information.  Most obviously, it's an attempt to subvert the tropes of the male dominated spy genre. Lorraine is every bit as suave and mysterious and her counterparts, and far better dressed. She tears through opponents i...