|Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
||[Sep. 21st, 2004|09:22 pm]
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|||||Sox-Orioles 0-0 bottom of 8th...13 strikeouts!||]|
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in Greenwich Village, and we needed a place to sit and be dry. And, although the original intent had been to watch the Red Sox play the Yankees uptown in the Bronx, after checking the score that was no longer a priority.
"Hey...wanna go see a movie?" I said, pointing up 3rd Avenue at a Loews theatre on the next corner.
So we trudged the block to the ticket booth to see what was playing. "We could see Mr. 3000 at 4:15," I said, keeping to the baseball theme. "Or...hey, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow starts now...we have 15 minutes; wanna see that?"
And...wow. If there was ever a movie to see on a rainy Saturday in New York, this is it. It's gorgeous. It's marvelously retro...combining elements of His Girl Friday, King Kong, The Maltese Falcon and The Day the Earth Stood Still, shaken, not stirred, with a glorious dose of the 1939 World's Fair's "World of Tomorrow," all in glorious hand-tinted sepia-toned black and white.
Too bad the plot isn't as sparkly as the pictures. The dialogue is...well...not exactly innovative, as it's the sort of thing we've heard before, from It Happened One Night on...but it's familiar, and it's true to period. Apart from the fact that no one drinks, smokes or swears. But hey. It's the movies!
I really don't want to say too much...just see it. Forget the script, forget the screenplay...just look at the screen and let yourself go.