Cinematic Disappointments
It’s 10:30 pm on a windy Las Vegas night and I am disappointed.
Sex and the City. I love Sex and the City. The shoes. The girls. The handbags. The girls.
I stood in line for over two hours to end up sitting three rows form the screen. I spent a half hour watching nausea inducing camera work while Sarah Jessica, Kristin, Samantha and Jennifer Hudson walked the red carpet.
Then the movie began. At the ten minute mark things went terribly wrong. And stayed that way.
Shame on you Michael Patrick King for trying to cram two seasons worth of story arc and angst into an hour and a half.
Shame on you New Line Cinema for allowing that cut of your film to leave the studio. (this is where I mention what I learned from the movie tonight about filmmaking. Evidently, binder clips and poster board come in handy when filming actors. I saw lots of them along with microphones, hovering like 1950s flying saucers over every character at least once in each scene.)
And lastly, and most importantly, shame on me. Why?
For being the kind of loyal girl who drops twenty dollars on a movie just because I’m invested in the characters. For being the kind of person who can’t wait for the movie to come out on DVD on the off chance that I might later regret not seeing it on the BIG SCREEN. For buying into the hype. But mostly for being sad that the movie sucked.
It's like Big broke my heart tonight and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. I think I’ll up my Net Flix account to four-at-a-time and stay in from now on.
Please, come one, come all and share your last cinematic disappointment.
Sex and the City. I love Sex and the City. The shoes. The girls. The handbags. The girls.
I stood in line for over two hours to end up sitting three rows form the screen. I spent a half hour watching nausea inducing camera work while Sarah Jessica, Kristin, Samantha and Jennifer Hudson walked the red carpet.
Then the movie began. At the ten minute mark things went terribly wrong. And stayed that way.
Shame on you Michael Patrick King for trying to cram two seasons worth of story arc and angst into an hour and a half.
Shame on you New Line Cinema for allowing that cut of your film to leave the studio. (this is where I mention what I learned from the movie tonight about filmmaking. Evidently, binder clips and poster board come in handy when filming actors. I saw lots of them along with microphones, hovering like 1950s flying saucers over every character at least once in each scene.)
And lastly, and most importantly, shame on me. Why?
For being the kind of loyal girl who drops twenty dollars on a movie just because I’m invested in the characters. For being the kind of person who can’t wait for the movie to come out on DVD on the off chance that I might later regret not seeing it on the BIG SCREEN. For buying into the hype. But mostly for being sad that the movie sucked.
It's like Big broke my heart tonight and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. I think I’ll up my Net Flix account to four-at-a-time and stay in from now on.
Please, come one, come all and share your last cinematic disappointment.
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Permalink Reply by I. J. Parker on
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"The Duchess": Pure "schmalz" with pretty costumes.
I blame it on the book behind the movie as much as on current popular taste. This film is a big waste of time.
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Permalink Reply by Jeremy Lynch on
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Indiana Jones and the really crappily title fourth film just killed me. I LOVE Raiders of the Lost Ark as much as one could and IV was awful
Three of us (Two of which are film nuts) saw it and none of us liked it.
George Lucas needs to stop writing screenplays, he sucks at it.
Harrison looked fine and Marion (!!!!!!) was a joy to behold.
But the last third of the movie was wretched.
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