What ever happened to making movies with a plot? You know, that thing that after all the 3D and loud annoying music finally leaves you you start getting that nagging feeling of, "Hey, why the hell did they/the protagonist/antagonist do that thing again?" It's the mental indigestion problem that you get after that fine and flashy meal that in the end runs (see what I did there) you realize that it made no sense. It leaves you exhausted and empty for seeing people drive fast, giants robots destroy things, and even superheroes be super. Flimsy reasons such as "I loved her/him", "they made me mad", and "you are bad/evil/different" that just drives people to do extravagant and amazing actions that somehow made you wonder how did any of that make sense. That's ok, you just saw cars go fast, an airplane ejaculate a car, robots destroy shit to the loud and vastly popular and empty electronic bass music that is everywhere now.
Know the best part? You can not think of a memorable scene that was not inspired by muscles/tits, special effects, or the popular song choice. You can't think of a way of saying anything related to the movie that will make people exclaim in joy form remembering it. I can say 5 lines from well made movies that would take you a whole 5 minutes for you to explain why that plane ejaculated a car even though, "Guy drove fast" pretty much explains it.
1. It's Keyser Söze
2. You didn't think it was going to be easy did you?
3. Here's looking at you, kid.
4. Mein Furer, I can walk again.
5. Watchmen, one of us died tonight.
These are just from top of my head. Best of all, I can have a discussion over the meaning of these movies and even entertain thoughts that the writer wanted me to play with, perhaps in hope of expanding my mind to see how things that seemed so solid and immense are now a bit more delicate and intricate. Just a thought. Then again I'm not one to entertain thoughts with people who discuss how fast their car goes. Usually those conversation seem enlightening with sciency terms until they run out and realize no on has an appreciation for physics, but more the big ass bitches dancing near those fast cars that go so fast.
So sad. So sad.
Like an empty package all dolled up in fancy wrapping paper and bow.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment