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Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 09:46 am
With Fall and the new school year, also comes the Serious Movie Season (yay!!). Get out your handkerchiefs! All these look rather promising

Here's the first trailer for Peter Jackson's The Lovely Bones on Apple.com (hasn't Peter Jackson got thin!).

The Time Traveller's Wife opens this week. I adored this book and had the usual concerns about a movie adaptation, but the trailer made me tear up; that's not all that difficult, but still..

And then there's Jane Campion's movie about the relationship between Keats and Fannie Brawne. Of course we know it's not going to end well...


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Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
Heart. Beating. Faster.

Seriously, the Keats thing looks like good drippy fun, and Ms. Campion knows her way around an image, that's for sure. I notice that Paul Schneider is in the movie in a small part. I've always found him attractive and convincing.

The Lovely Bones looks better on film that it seemed to look in print. The story may be enriched by Jackson's grandiose imagery. I also see fantastic actors: Kevin Bacon, Susan Sarandon, Rachel Weisz, Saorsise Ronan (I think I spelled that wrong).

The Time Traveller's Wife is at the Capitol 6 as of Friday. I have plans through the weekend, but I could go next week (Monday? Tuesday?) if you're interested.

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
ooh! ooh! Yeah, sure!! That would be great. Either Monday or Tuesday would be fine.

I wasn't wild about the book of LB - the movie looks a bit more new-agey, but also more suspenseful. That was one of those annoying trailers that seems to give away too much.

The Jane Campion was well received at Cannes.
Edited 2009-08-12 08:30 pm (UTC)
Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 11:08 pm (UTC)
Okay, shall get back to you. Isn't the girl who plays Fanny luscious?
Thursday, August 13th, 2009 12:24 am (UTC)
Yes, very - it's hard to imagine meek little Keats ("little Johnny Keats" as Kim Blank always used to refer to him) pulling such a ripe birdy.