Two bloated self-important movies in as many nights. I need to re-evaluate my movie choices. 🙂
My main reaction to “A Beautiful Mind” is to offer to buy Jennifer Connelly a neck brace, so she will stop always cocking her head to one side, like an inquisitive deer. Memo to Jennifer, who plays mathematician John Nash’s long-suffering but really-not-suffering-all-that-much-in-the-movie wife:
The neck thing doesn’t make you look sexy or alluring. It just makes you look like you don’t understand what’s being said.
Yeah, but you can’t bitch about her willingness to get naked and simulate sex in so many movies.
Even Labyrinth is oddly titillating. (Did I say that out loud?)
I must disagree about your “bloated” comment for “Mind”. It is the only movie that I can think of that made mental illness real – that is truly a remarkable feat. I didn’t even notice the wife’s neck.