Hey, look, it’s 2011.
Looking around the apartment, it’s been clear for some time that I’ve got a tremendous backlog of stuff that I’ve been wanting to watch and read and process and consider. The past few weeks I’ve been trying to do just that; as I remarked on Twitter at the time, I watched THE IMAGINARIUM OF DOCTOR PARNASSUS, Terry Gilliam’s latest, a week or two or three back, and the next night I finally watched SCOTT PILGRIM VERSUS THE WORLD, Edgar Wright’s adaptation of Bryan Lee O’Malley’s recently completed series of graphic novels. (Long story short, I found PARNASSUS enchanting and intriguing, but flawed, and it left me more curious how it would have wrapped had Heath Ledger not died in mid-production; whereas SCOTT PILGRIM was a nifty romp and a fantastic adaptation of the material except where it wasn’t, which is where it kinda sorta fell apart. The books are better, but the movie’s not bad. Both worthy efforts.) This morning I took in something I’d been sitting on a while longer, Peter Jackson’s THE LOVELY BONES, the thing he did before throwing up his arms and going back into the world of Middle-Earth.