Never Enough Time!!!

I really ought to have more important things to worry about but, well... I don't. Anyway, I'm feeling incredibly overwhelmed by the pile-up of films I want to see in theaters right now. So, as a salve for my aching brains, I'm going to share with "my public" (that's you!) everything I'm dying to see, and maybe give my brains a break once it's all out.

I already shared earlier how badly I'm jonesing for Hostel to come out on Friday. This one's a given, I'll definitely get a chance to see it... since I've already gotten the tickets, and all.

Next on my frayed agenda is seeing Woody Allen's latest, Match Point, where he "redeems" himself and makes another supposedly great film. We'll see. I'm optimistic, since I love Woody like he loves his step-daughter bride.

I have to admit that Roger Ebert's scathing review of Wolf Creek (choice quote: "There is a line and this movie crosses it. I don't know where the line is, but it's way north of "Wolf Creek." There is a role for violence in film, but what the hell is the purpose of this sadistic celebration of pain and cruelty? The theaters are crowded right now with wonderful, thrilling, funny, warm-hearted, dramatic, artistic, inspiring, entertaining movies. If anyone you know says this is the one they want to see, my advice is: Don't know that person no more.") gave me pause about seeing the film. But I'm still going to try and catch it; sick horror fans of my ilk who've seen it already call it fantastic and, inr espect to this film, I think I'll probably be seeing things more from their perspective than from Roger's.

I've been hearing great things about the French film Cache (Hidden) for months, it seems, but really what it comes down to is, if it's repeated over and over that a film is "Hitchcockian" in tone, I will see that film. Plus, I used to have a big honking crush on Juliette Binoche circa The English Patient.

And then there's this tiny independent feature by this really not well-known director about the history and politics of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict that I've heard murmurs about in really exclusive insider's circles.

Oh, and I have yet to witness the glory of Tilda Swinton in matted-fur ballgowns! Boo on me!

Not to mention I have my ever-rebounding stack of Netflix at home (right now I've got The Exorcism of Emily Rose and the Hungarian film Kontroll boring holes in my skull) and I haven't gone to see a siingle film at the Hitchcock festival that Film Forum has been having for a month...

Oh, and I maybe kinda sorta HAVE to go and see Brokeback Mountain again some time soon, since it is, after all, the air I breathe.