If it's summertime, the cinetrix must be spending time on the Dartmouth Coach. After last year's tyranny of Tootsie, she was relieved to settle into her seat on Sunday and start watching The Queen, a flick she'd missed up 'til now.
Here are my very quick impressions.
- What must it be like to wake to bagpipes every morning? The cinetrix lived outside Harvard Yard for a stretch and could count on an annual wakeup call on Commencement morn, but every fuckin' day? No wonder the royal family are bats.
- How did foxy Helen Mirren make her legs look as thick as Hillary's?
- Did anyone else find Desplat's soundtrack tootling during the stag scene a bit much?
