Utter Gloom and Gory Doom
Oct. 17th, 2005 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gategrrlI bought a cheap, $6 DVD of "What Dreams May Come" a few weeks ago, and finally decided I was in the mood to watch it. I slip it into the DVD player (actually an X-box with an attachment) and hunker down on the couch to watch. The kids and guest were finally off in their rooms around nineish, and it was now "safe" to indulge myself.
Wonderful effects. Fantastic visuals. OMG depressing story. As depressing as I remembered. And much much better than the book, which I read and reviewed last year. The book was more of a travel guide to the afterlife. This one killed off the main character's entire family (including himself). Hubby wanders in with an eager look on his face soon after I start Dreams up. He held up a new copy of "Sin City" which he'd just bought the day before.
I finish the SPFX depression-I-need-a-Xanax-now of "What Dreams", put it back in the case, and stick "Sin City" in next. It's Frank Miller to the maximum. Black and white, shot exactly like his graphic novels are written...and by the end of it, the spouse and I sat there staring at the television and wondering if it would be possible to scrub the tube clear and our minds bleached. I think we should have had an intermission from the bleakness of "Sin City" about half-way through. Oh, visually, it was spectacular. It was just...relentless. There was humor in there. It was all so *black*. I can take all the relentless black in a graphic novel - on the screen it was just too much Urban Savagery all at once. And watched right after the death-fest that was "What Dreams May Come"...ugh.
Remind me not to do a double-feature like that again. I think I'm going to go watch some Miyazaki.
Wonderful effects. Fantastic visuals. OMG depressing story. As depressing as I remembered. And much much better than the book, which I read and reviewed last year. The book was more of a travel guide to the afterlife. This one killed off the main character's entire family (including himself). Hubby wanders in with an eager look on his face soon after I start Dreams up. He held up a new copy of "Sin City" which he'd just bought the day before.
I finish the SPFX depression-I-need-a-Xanax-now of "What Dreams", put it back in the case, and stick "Sin City" in next. It's Frank Miller to the maximum. Black and white, shot exactly like his graphic novels are written...and by the end of it, the spouse and I sat there staring at the television and wondering if it would be possible to scrub the tube clear and our minds bleached. I think we should have had an intermission from the bleakness of "Sin City" about half-way through. Oh, visually, it was spectacular. It was just...relentless. There was humor in there. It was all so *black*. I can take all the relentless black in a graphic novel - on the screen it was just too much Urban Savagery all at once. And watched right after the death-fest that was "What Dreams May Come"...ugh.
Remind me not to do a double-feature like that again. I think I'm going to go watch some Miyazaki.
