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Feb. 2nd, 2008 09:31 pmThe romantic comedy LA Without A Map stars David Tennant as an undertaker who talks to his Dead Man poster. He follows a woman to LA and, because it's a romantic comedy, finds the woman, loses the woman, meets Johnny Depp in a cemetery and eventually gets the girl.
Now. I'm pretty sure I wrote this film as fanfic back when I was 15. The film is utter, utter crap. It wasn't starring David Tennant, though... I'm fairly certain it was Benton Fraser. THE POINT: horrifically bad movie. Some dreadful lines. Not a believable character among the lot. Tennant is a good enough actor to actually carry the film - a hell of a thing to ask anyone, but he does it. Utter, complete crap.
But it was worth it for watching David Tennant and Johnny Depp together in a scene. My 15-year-old self and my now-self held hands and jumped around and squealed. Then my 15-year-old self slunk off to the basement to listen to The Tea Party and read The Vampire Lestat and I haven't seen her since.
LUCKILY, The Darjeeling Limited was an absolutely fan-fucking-tastic movie. It's a bit frightening how little fault I can find with a Wes Anderson film. They're pretty, they're stylistically ambitious, and they ooze indie cool. I confessed to my co-conspirator (after a full day of constant snow causing cancellations, closures and unplowed streets, the whole "walking to the movie theatre" affair had a slightly demented feel) that a part of me would love to be a character in a Wes Anderson film. I'm just unable to keep a straight face, tend to run on at the mouth a wee bit and possess no sense of style. But for that, ah... there I'd be. Deadpan, terse and chic.
So, score a big one for the predictably brilliant Darjeeling Limited and a grudging slow clap that dies out quickly for LA Without A Map.
Now. I'm pretty sure I wrote this film as fanfic back when I was 15. The film is utter, utter crap. It wasn't starring David Tennant, though... I'm fairly certain it was Benton Fraser. THE POINT: horrifically bad movie. Some dreadful lines. Not a believable character among the lot. Tennant is a good enough actor to actually carry the film - a hell of a thing to ask anyone, but he does it. Utter, complete crap.
But it was worth it for watching David Tennant and Johnny Depp together in a scene. My 15-year-old self and my now-self held hands and jumped around and squealed. Then my 15-year-old self slunk off to the basement to listen to The Tea Party and read The Vampire Lestat and I haven't seen her since.
LUCKILY, The Darjeeling Limited was an absolutely fan-fucking-tastic movie. It's a bit frightening how little fault I can find with a Wes Anderson film. They're pretty, they're stylistically ambitious, and they ooze indie cool. I confessed to my co-conspirator (after a full day of constant snow causing cancellations, closures and unplowed streets, the whole "walking to the movie theatre" affair had a slightly demented feel) that a part of me would love to be a character in a Wes Anderson film. I'm just unable to keep a straight face, tend to run on at the mouth a wee bit and possess no sense of style. But for that, ah... there I'd be. Deadpan, terse and chic.
So, score a big one for the predictably brilliant Darjeeling Limited and a grudging slow clap that dies out quickly for LA Without A Map.
