So I've been watching a lot of the BBC's Sherlock lately. (If you don't get BBC you can watch it online at Amazon; not sure about Netflix streaming.) It's fucking fantastic. The pilot is one of the best pilots ever, just excellent writing. Benedict Cumberbatch's Aspergers-y Holmes is a great creation, perfectly captures the vibe of an arrogant genius child who demands attention (reminds me of a certain type of home-schooled kid) and can't control his impulses. I'm about to watch the final episode of the second season.
I also saw Haywire, which I liked (the script is nothing, nonsense... the actors seem to be having fun... Gina Carano, the MMA fighter who plays the lead, is a better actress than I expected but more importantly just gorgeous and magnetic... far more appealing than the vast majority of actual movie star actresses).
And Contraband, which I was interested in because it takes place in New Orleans. Fine, competent, entertaining.
And The Grey, which stayed with me and is not your average multiplex film. (Odd that I saw this so soon after seeing, and liking, Joe Carnahan's much-hated The A-Team.) I was shivering and squirming throughout, really pretty miserable. It's just punishing. The shots of the freezing wind whipping across the snow... I'm with Roger Ebert, who wrote in his review that he went to see another movie after The Grey screened, but he had to walk out because he was feeling so pummeled after watching The Grey that it wouldn't be fair to review the other movie. Here's a good post on it. For the record, I liked the end.
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