A few thoughts on the experience of seeing Cowboys & Aliens this afternoon:
First off, when I go to see a movie, I need caffeine. I have this unfortunate habit of falling asleep at movies unless I have a cup of caffiene readily available. At the concession stand, I noticed two things: at this particular theatre: they have combos, like a popcorn and a soda, that they have numbered for your ordering convenience, but they don't advertise the price. The second thing was that they have calorie counts listed for everything. You would think that would be a deterrent for ordering things, but no one seeemed to care.
When we sat down, I was surprised that on the second week that this film was out, on a weekend day, there was very few people in the theater. It was a beautiful day. We had planned our walk for after the show. The coming attractions then began with a short commercial against watching movies on your computer, which ended wtih the line, "Go Big or Go Home." It made me wonder about the relative health of movie attendance in general. It kind of made me miss home.
When the movie started, I was surprised. I felt completely engrossed immediately. It started quietly. Daniel Craig is alone on the screen. He is wounded. He has this crazy iron thing on one of his forearms. He is trying to figure things out. At that moment, a guy came in to join his group of friends two rows ahead of us and announced, "The Captain is here," a statement which imediately activated my inner librarian and I shushed him. If I thought about it, I don't think the inner librarian move has ever been super effective. He told me to shut up, which I would have thought was funny, if I hadn't been annoyed.
Then I went back to the screen and Daniel Craig, who I've decided needs to be included on my list of current day actors who emanate the glamour that we used to see in movies of years ago. Watching Daniel Craig, I could understand why he is our current Bond. He commands the screen with authority. He seems to own stock in confidence.
Then a woman and a man walked in and sat behind us and proceeded to have a conversation. Again, my inner librarian emerged. Again, the shush was ineffective. She said, "Drop dead, lady." It was language that amazed me. I believe this woman was either younger or my contemporary. If I had been in the mood to talk, I might have asked her if her tardiness was due to travel by time machine. I felt that I had was back in fifties argot. I then imagined quietly swearing at her in French. Instead I just gave her a serious look and settled my eyes back on the screen.
One of the things that amazed me about this movie was that I never believe that I care much about westerns, but then often when I see them, I feel lost in the story. I think it's the sweeping vistas, the orchestral music, the large amounts of time when there is little or no dialogue, and the horses. I was very happy to see Ketih Carradine. I have loved his work for so long; it feels like an old friend on the screen, someone you can depend on to deliver a solid performance.
Now, I wasn't wild about Olivia Wilde. I understand she's good looking, but I don't experience herself as an intelligent person. This role demands a highly evolved capacity to think, feel, and inspire. I didn't think she was up to the task.
I also wasn't that thrilled about the aliens. I wanted to know more about them. I wanted there to be a more speciifcs strategy on how to defeat aliens. As it was, even with Daniel Craig, it was hard for me to imagine that the cowboys would win.
But they did, and in the end, Daniel Craig rode off alone in the sunset. It was only at the end that I noticed that he wasn't really that good a rider. He seemed pretty tight and he bounced in the saddle. But, because it was Daniel Craig, I found that to be individualistic. As far as I can see, he can do no wrong on the screen.