Wednesday, May 24, 2006
I don't like Matthew Broderick, who strikes me as a smarmy punk whose 'acting' is simply being what he is. Not a huge fan of Pfeiffer either. Rutger Hauer, on the other hand, is the Real Deal, and here he rides a cool black stallion and shoots people with crossbows.
Cha insisted I watch Ladyhawke, which was the "Special Movie" they got to see at St. Philip Neri Elementary 25 years ago, and which had some powerful impact on her. It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected; yes, Broderick plays a smarmy punk again, and his accent is atrocious, and yes, Pfeiffer is barely serviceable in her role and has perky Olivia Newton John hair despite living half-time as a bird. But the story (though no Lai du Rossignol) is sad and full of chivalry, lust, and betrayal, and succeeds as a fine specimen of chick-flick guys can watch too.
Worth seeing for the Alan Parsons score, which ranks as the worst soundtrack I have ever heard. Dario Argento and Goblin were better.