|3 Hoofers (One with Hoof 'n' Mouth)|
|Kissing on hallowed ground.|
Given what the Arclight Cinemas charge, even with my senior discount (Or, in my case, my "Was IN Silent Pictures" discount), the projectionist really needs to pay more attention. I could hear the music and the sound effects just fine (You could hear a feather drop), but he didn't get the dialogue track up to "audible" until the very, very end, which is too little, too late if you ask me. Fortunately, the movie was close-captioned.
Christopher Plummer is magnificent, and earned his Oscar, but he was damned lucky the doggie from The Artist was not nominated. That pooch is a hell of a lot better actor than Cuba Gooding Jr. I was half-convinced Uggie was Andy Sirkis.
|I'm heels-over-head for Jean!|
And poor John Goodman. Oh, he's perfectly cast and is fine in the movie, but the toll that 9 years of surviving that harridan Roseanne has taken on his face is terrifying. Plus, trying to be heard over that shrill shrew for 9 years has left him with no voice at all. I couldn't hear a single word he spoke. (Well, maybe one.)
This movie is a silly blend of A Star is Born brightened by Singing in the Rain. Instead of surfing to death, Norman Maine shrugs it all off and becomes a musical star. Well of course he does; it's exactly what I did when talkies came in, except I didn't stop drinking.
But fun as the whole movie is, the main show is Jean Dujardin. There's a lot of reasons why he's won every major acting award out there this year, that he's become a Best Actor Oscar Winner who only speaks a tiny bit of English (But I bet he's getting crammed full of English lessons right now. Stardom in America is a powerful lure), the first actor since - what? - the first Oscars? - to win for a silent role?
But he's something rarer: a man who has won the Best Actor Oscar for a COMIC role! We love our Comedy Best Actor winners.
So I had to see him something else. They say he's a god in France. I'm a goddess there myself. I had to see what our Olympus could be like. I found he'd made a couple movies as Oss-117, a French secret agent that Roger Ebert described as combining James Bond with Inspector Clouseau. Well, it turns out that Netfix streams OSS 117: Cairo: Nest of Spies and OSS 117: Lost in Rio, so last night I watched OSS 117: Cairo: Nest of Spies.
|French Agent OSS 117 can Goldfinger me anytime!|
It was written and directed by Michel Hazanavicius, who won Oscars for writing and directing The Artist. The female lead was Berenice Bejo, the Oscar-nominated female lead in The Artist. (Michel keeps shoving his own real-life wife into bed with Jean Dujardin! If any of my husbands had kept shoving me into bed with Jean Dujardin, the marriage might have worked out!) If you enjoyed The Artist, you'll get a kick out of OSS 117: Cairo: Nest of Spies. If you didn't enjoy The Artist, what is wrong with you?
|"May I cradle your instrument, Jean?"|
Watch the ease with which Jean displays his sizable talent and his sly comic chops in this scene from OSS 117: Lost in Rio, which I'll be watching soon. Though they are subtitled on Netflix streaming, you don't need subtitles to enjoy this, or get the humor.
Excuse me a moment. I need a quick, icy shower! [Addendum, 3-10: Damn! YouTube deleted this great, funny, sexy clip.]
|Berenice got PAID to do this! |
"Nice work if you can get it..."
Did you see him dance his brains out on Saturday Night Life a couple weeks ago? If not, here he is. If yes, here he is again. Isn't he great? (NBC will make you sit through a 30 second ad before the piece, but it's worth it.)
Jean Dujardin on SNL
The character of OSS 117 did not start as a French gloss on 007. If anything, the reverse. OSS 117 began as a character in French spy novels in 1949, before Ian Fleming created 007. If there was any influence, and it's likely there was some, it was Fleming who was influenced by the French OSS 117 novels, of which there are well over 200, all by the same guy. I'll bet novel number 227 is really great, original reading.
There have been OSS 117 movies before Jean and Michel took the franchise, but they were straight-faced, serious thrillers. OSS 117: CAIRO: NEST OF SPIES is straight-faced, serious silliness, and it is funny.
There is a scene I don't know where they got the balls to shoot, particularly given it was a shot in 2006: OSS 117 is clueless about Arab culture and Islam. ("Your language is silly. It will never catch on.") On his first night in 1955, Cairo, he is awakened pre-dawn by the man in the minaret calling for prayers. Dujardin strides angrily to the window and screams at the top of his lungs: "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" And when that doesn't work, he goes out there and shuts him up personally (and thus, ignites an international incident without noticing).
|Just a bit of fun.|
And, I swear to you, as Dog is my witness, there is a fight in this movie between OSS 117 and a hooded, monk-like figure, that consists of them hurling live chickens at each other. It's hysterical.
|Jean as a cowpoke?|
So Jean darling, drop by Morehead Heights anytime. I'll give you all the English you can handle, and you can cram me for hours!
|And as if if this weren't bad enough, the in-flight movie was Jack & Jill with Adam Sandler.|
|"Norman, is that YOU? My, I'll bet you can penetrate deeply with that impressive weapon. |
You're making me so moist, I need a quick shower. Is room #1 free?"
As it happened, Little Dougie found a nice little motel, on "The Old Highway." (It actually says "The Old Highway" on the decrepit street signs.) While Dougie gibbered something about the motel sign, as you can see in the background I'm having a chat with the innkeeper, a lovely young man with a charming stammer, named Norman. I got us a substantial discount on Cabin 1 by loaning him a couple of my frocks.
|"Are you hear to bury my monkey?"|
But enough pointless meandering. Click over to Netflix and watch Oss 117- Cairo: Nest of Spies. Cheers darlings.
|Bats in the Belfry.|