Madonna: Truth or Dare
Seen: 2002-01-25
Overall: ****
Cinematography: ***
Music: ****
Art: *** 1/2
Originality: *** 1/2
Enjoyment: ****
Conditions: ***
Venue: Bitscape's Castle Lair
Medium: DVD
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A classic.
This film documents Madonna's Blonde Ambition world
tour, starting in Japan, across the U.S., and through
Europe. As with most great films, it teleports you
into another world for a few hours, brings you
into the lives of the characters (who, in this case, oddly
enough, are all more or less "real" people), and by
the time it's over, everyone in the movie feels almost
like an old friend.
Of course, I've seen this movie a number of times over
the years. (Do I dare even link to such crap,
and in so doing, virtually guarantee my own embarrassment?
I guess so. I can't even read the words I wrote back
then without getting sick after a couple paragraphs.
Like looking at my own hideous atavistic self...
Unpleasant. Bleah! What a moron I was in those days.
... And how, exactly, are those days any different
from these days? I think I'll just ditch this whole
hideous non-subject and get back on topic.)
Well, I still sit and type blabbering html into a text
editor, but at least I'm not a Windows user anymore. lol.
Ahem. Ontopic...
Right. Having, at this point, lost all semblence of
cohesive and serious point-making....
This movie is a classic because it brings out that
eetsy teensy Madonna that lives inside all of us. The
bitchier-than-Cordelia-Chase-in-Buffy-Season-1,
superficial big shot in a little pond (or is it a big
pond?), take-charge-take-no-prisoners-won't-stand-for-censorship-and-too-many-hyphens
crusader of artistic freedom the world over. Ontopic
is overrated. (And don't you just hate that latest
crapflooder "innovation" -- the page
widening post? And I thought page lengthening
posts were bad. Eeek.)
I can see that trying to write anything resembling a
cogent review of this now, at 2am, is doomed to
utter failure, giving way to silliness at least as bad
as the voices on the audio during the closing credits.
So, now that I've made a total mess of this movielog
entry, dooming it to complete and utter uselessness for anyone
who actually wants to gain information about the movie
in question (like any of you really care anyway. hah!),
I shall now conclude it and go to bed.
A classic.
This film documents Madonna's Blonde Ambition world tour, starting in Japan, across the U.S., and through Europe. As with most great films, it teleports you into another world for a few hours, brings you into the lives of the characters (who, in this case, oddly enough, are all more or less "real" people), and by the time it's over, everyone in the movie feels almost like an old friend.
Of course, I've seen this movie a number of times over the years. (Do I dare even link to such crap, and in so doing, virtually guarantee my own embarrassment? I guess so. I can't even read the words I wrote back then without getting sick after a couple paragraphs. Like looking at my own hideous atavistic self... Unpleasant. Bleah! What a moron I was in those days. ... And how, exactly, are those days any different from these days? I think I'll just ditch this whole hideous non-subject and get back on topic.)
Well, I still sit and type blabbering html into a text editor, but at least I'm not a Windows user anymore. lol.
Ahem. Ontopic...
Right. Having, at this point, lost all semblence of cohesive and serious point-making....
This movie is a classic because it brings out that eetsy teensy Madonna that lives inside all of us. The bitchier-than-Cordelia-Chase-in-Buffy-Season-1, superficial big shot in a little pond (or is it a big pond?), take-charge-take-no-prisoners-won't-stand-for-censorship-and-too-many-hyphens crusader of artistic freedom the world over. Ontopic is overrated. (And don't you just hate that latest crapflooder "innovation" -- the page widening post? And I thought page lengthening posts were bad. Eeek.)
I can see that trying to write anything resembling a cogent review of this now, at 2am, is doomed to utter failure, giving way to silliness at least as bad as the voices on the audio during the closing credits.
So, now that I've made a total mess of this movielog entry, dooming it to complete and utter uselessness for anyone who actually wants to gain information about the movie in question (like any of you really care anyway. hah!), I shall now conclude it and go to bed.