So first we watched Skyfall with Pete. I was shocked and dismayed to see that I had originally dismissed Daniel Craig as the new Bond, because now I think he is teh awesome. (I realize that I was already there last time around, but I'm still not happy that I didn't fully appreciate him the first go-round.) So this is a typically exciting Bondsian romp, which is a good thing, and wow, Craig is just as gritty yet cool and sexy as you could want. <fanning self with Netflix return envelope>
Then it came to light that neither Steph nor Julie had ever seen Back to the Future, which is pretty close to grounds for calling DSS, so we remedied that asap. Oh boy, it is still just as much fun as ever. If you, like me, haven't seen it in a long time, you could do a lot worse than spend a couple of hours with this one.
Next up was The Devil Wears Prada, which Pete claimed to have already seen (when? why?) and was off at a friend's house anyhow, so we watched with the girls. This was a gem. Meryl Streep continues to just be able to do anything she wants, and very well, while Anne Hathaway is as adorable as ever. We also loved Stanley Tucci in this one. (Budding journalist takes job at fashion mag under dragon-lady boss. Maturation ensues.)
And, finally, last night we all ate dinner picnic-style while watching Once, per the recommendation of Twitter pal @hieronymus. It's rated R, but this is solely because of a shitload (whoops) of f-bombs. There is no sex, no nudity, no violence, and no gore, just lots of swearing. It's the story of a guy and a girl (seriously: in the credits they are listed as "Guy" and "Girl") who meet and make some beautiful music together. That's not a euphemism: He is an Irish singer-songwriter waiting for his big break, and she is the Czech who nudges him toward that. I regret to admit that we had to turn on the subtitles because their accents were so tricky to navigate that we were missing out on the dialogue, but otherwise this is a small but lovely, sweet, and just plain charming movie.