{"id":4027,"date":"2011-03-23T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2011-03-23T09:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=4027"},"modified":"2013-05-31T16:56:16","modified_gmt":"2013-05-31T15:56:16","slug":"at-the-movies-true-grit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2011\/03\/23\/at-the-movies-true-grit\/","title":{"rendered":"At the Movies: True Grit"},"content":{"rendered":"
Internet, I’m sorry. I’m not a
Coen Brothers<\/strong> fan. The last film I saw by them was
O Brother, Where Art Thou?<\/strong> which I primarily watched because
it’s based loosely on the Odyssey, and I’m nothing if not an
epic poetry nerd. People told me to hold my trousers and undergarments
close about me lest I laughed them off. All leg-coverings, I’m
afraid to say, remained steadfastly, unamusedly attached. I didn’t
like it. I was ostracised from the film-loving community for six months.
It was a sad time.<\/p>\n
So when people were piping delirious at me that there was
oh my god, a new Coen Brothers film out!<\/em> – I wasn’t
massively over-excited. I also heard it was a remake, and I’m
not vastly excited about those, either. And
then<\/em> I heard it was a
Western<\/em>; the film genre I’m
least<\/em> excited about. So please understand, then, the
genial ambivalence that coursed, skin-tone-knuckled, through my
laid-back veins as I sauntered casually to see
True Grit<\/strong> last Thursday.<\/p>\n
*** For those who’ve not seen it, the SPOILER
WARNING goes here.***<\/strong><\/p>\n
I went to see it at my local Picturehouse cinema, which
is my favourite cinema in the world (except for the old
Odeon in Pwllheli, Wales, which has honest-to-god
curtains and an usherette – or at least it did
last time I went, which was in the 90s!) because of its
serene, sociable atmosphere and gorgeous staff.
It’s nothing like Vue, which – despite
having equally beautiful staff – stresses me out
with its up-selling and chemical-weapon nachos. By the
time I’d got to my seat, I was practically
horizontal with how much chillaxing was going down Chez
Moi, and even the beautiful car advert with the people
tangoing barely got my blood pressure above a
whisper.<\/p>\n