I found a major omission on one of the Movies Of the Year list. Whit Stillman’s Metropolitan, from 1990, which should be slotted in at #4 in that year, right between Dreams and Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead. It’s a hilarious talkfest about bored, rich WASPs during Christmas break from school. Chris Eigeman is the only actor in it that went on to do anything, and pretty much all he’s done is star in other Whit Stillman movies (and Noah Baumbach movies). And, it’s finally going to be released on DVD soon, thanks to the good people at The Criterion Collection.
Watched the director’s cut of Last Of the Mohicans last night and on the whole, it’s a real improvement. There’s only a couple minor additions, the big change is that a lot of the worst lines have been cut out. No more “Somedy you and I are gonna have a serious disagreement” or “For they are a breed apart and make no sense”. So that’s nice.
And we just finished watching Crash, which I got from Netflix almost two months ago (yikes!). It was good, but nothing terrific. A lesser Magnolia that’s all about race and doesn’t really tell you anything you don’t already know and is way too dependent on wild coincidence. Some good performances though. And I enjoyed watching it a lot more than I enjoyed Million Dollar Baby.