Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Spurring Sales?

I notice on iTunes that the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack is the #1 album. While the general marketing advantage of winning awards like the Globes and Oscars is well documented (I've no doubt that much of the album's jump, assuming it wasn't at #1 before Monday, was due to just the movie winning and getting so much resultant press), I do wonder how much of the increase for the album can be attributed more specifically to the fact that what I presume is the film's main theme got played several times during the telecast--every time the film won an award. I know I had pretty much zero interest in the score before the Globes. After hearing that very haunting and lovely snippet of music several times, though, the Brokeback Mountain score jumped up in my list of scores I'd like to get.

Other random Globes reactions:

Natalie Portman's hair looks weird. Time will fix it.

Rachel Weisz is super-hot, but looks oddly made up here. Actresses obscuring their natural beauty with "glamorous" make up is a big pet peeve of mine.

Drew Barrymore's revealing dress had the opposite of expected effect; it made her less sexy, not more.

Steve Carrell is a funny, funny man.

My desire to see The Constant Gardner has increased.

Does Ryan Phillipe, today, realize what an immense ass he came across as? Every shot of him just screamed egotistical, self-important drunken frat boy. I don't know him - maybe the impression is completely wrong. But it's there.

Can we get Mary Louise Parker and Felicity Huffman together in a series?

Emma Thompson is the very definition of poise and grace. She's always appropriate and funny at these things -- a hard feat to pull off. If that film of Sweeney Todd they keep talking about ever happens she simply must play Mrs. Lovett.

Harrison Ford is just so sad. He tries to do something different than "stoic, gruff hero" once, and it's a huge flop (Mosquito Coast--a good film, with a great performance by Ford), so he gives up on acting and elects instead to play the same role time and time again. Is money that important?

John Williams could accept awards in his sleep. So smooth.

All those clips of Anthony Hopkins and not one from The Road to Welleville? Blasphemy!!! Hopkins is brilliant in that film, and hysterically funny.

Ang Lee has directed a wonderful adaptation of a Jane Austen novel; a chilly look at divorce and infidelity in the suburbs, 70s-style; a beautiful and stylistically gorgeous martial arts epic; a very underrated big-budget superhero movie with possibly the best-ever pre-Gollum performance by a digital character interacting with real humans; and a big Western about love between cowboys. What can't he do?

Walk the Line is not a musical.

I love Felicity Huffman.

Until Whenever

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