I forgot to rant about this the other day when I came home from Finding Neverland. How is it possible that some movies even get made? Don't the people making the movie realize it's a hunk of shit? If the preview can't interest you, then how do they expect the movie to actually make money once it is released?
There is the movie about a dog that smiles that stars Jeff Daniels as a minister and Dave Matthews as I guess himself. It's fucking dreadful looking, schmaltzy, Disney-esque crap. And then there is the fucking Zebra Seasbiscuit jawn with that hot little girl from Remember the Titans (man is she growing up fine....but verging on those ackward teen years of 16-18 as evidenced by the preview for this one....sort of like a female version of Haley Joel Osment in Secondhand Lions.) and Raising Helen. This one features talking animals, including the smart ass flies played by David Spade and that the tall King Of Comedy guy who hosted Showtime at the Apollo. This movie couldn't look worse if it tried. Now don't get me wrong, I do fully understand that these movies are geared towards kids and that I probably am not their target market. It just makes me angry when I know that there is a really good indie that might not get a shot at exposure because a company has invested millions in crap like Racing Stripes or Fucking Dog Smile at the Winn Dixie. A movie like A Very Long Engagement or the Woodsmen should be at every other mulitplex, not National Treasure.
I'm working on handicapping the Golden Globes, so stay tuned for future "the state of cinema" diatribes from me.
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