Gods and Monsters (1998, UK)

I watched Gods and Monsters a couple of days ago. The main reason I decided to watch it was Sir Ian McKellan—also Blockbuster recommended it to me because of my other rentals. (Side note: I think that Blockbuster thinks that I want to watch nothing but GLBTQ films.) Then I found out that Brendan Fraser was in it, and I seriously reconsidered.

But I'm glad I watched it. It was quite interesting. It's about the director of such classics as Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein. Apparently he was very openly gay, and it caused him a lot of trouble in his career and personal life. This film explores the final days of his life, leading up to his suicide in 1957. I loved the fact that it was a somewhat true story. I love that it was about the Golden Age of Hollywood. I loved that I didn't hate Brendan Fraser for once. I loved the incorporation of Whale's stroke/mental instability that led to increasing numbers of flashbacks. I loved piecing his history together.

And I loved Ian McKellan. This role was exactly how I've always pictured Sir Ian in real life—very British, very neat and polished, and very unashamed of his sexuality. He was brilliant. And almost sexy. Not to mention the fact that his acting was the most brilliant I've ever seen. (I always figured he had the potential, but I haven't seen enough of his movies to know for sure. Yeah, he's great.) Lynn Redgrave was also perfect.

So, although this isn't one of those films you could watch over and over, it was still wonderful. Adding all the good bits together gives it a pretty high rating for a non-repeater.

Rating: 4.0

We Are Marshall (2006, U.S.)

I meant to see this movie when it came to the dollar theater, but I never quite made it. (Main attraction being, of course, Matthew Fox.) Mom bought it recently, so I finally got to see it, two years later.

It was okay. I mean, it was sad, vaguely hopeful, and Matthew Fox was in it. Past that, it could have used more of everything. I felt like I spent a lot of the movie reading emotion into the characters that wasn't actually portrayed, just because I thought it should be there. I don't know if this was bad acting, scripting, or directing, but it wasn't nearly as moving as it could have been.

What else is there really to say about this one? If you haven't seen it, you haven't missed much—especially if you're a big fan of the emotional sports films like Remember the Titans, Miracle, and the rest. I guess that's to be expected from a director whose main movie projects were Charlie's Angels—I and II.

It wasn't a total waste of time, but... eh. Maybe I would've liked it better without a raging headache. And if Matthew Fox's horrible dye-job wasn't so distracting.

Rating: 3.0