I love movies! Love 'em! We haven't watched many lately, what with a baby up at all hours; so I'm psyched we've been able to watch a few recently.
We recently saw Rachel Getting Married, a flick about recovering addict, Kym, coming home for her sister, Rachel's, wedding. Really good movie, highly recommend it. I had my doubts about her ahead of time, but Anne Hathaway doesn't suffer from Kerri Russell syndrome (pretty yet terrible actress): She's very convincing as a self-loathing/centered addict. Great story, absolutely LOVED the Dad despite (or, maybe, because of) his enabling of Kym, and thought casting a militant African overlord lookalike as the husband-to-be was an interesting and unconventional choice.
HOWEVER. Now we enter what I call the "What the Hell. . .?" Segment:
+What the hell was up with the the dozens of circus folk friends moving into Kym and Rachels' parent’s house a month before the wedding to prepare the house for the festivities?
+What the hell was up with the talent show friends and family put on the night before the wedding (one "act" involved a guy standing on stage directing half the audience to repeat, "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. . ." while the other half repeated, "Sydney, Sydney, Sydney. . ." in a trance-like monotone)?
+What the HELL was up with the, literally (well, maybe not, but close to literally) hour of footage of people dancing, singing, rocking out, etc. with NO dialogue?
+And, finally, this one's for Tripp, who was thoroughly bothered by this: What the hell is up with white people pretending to be Indian? (Rachel and her bridesmaids wore saris to the wedding.)
Thoughts, people?
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