by pinback » Wed May 18, 2005 11:05 am
This is so disheartening, it makes me wish I was in a galaxy far, far away.
Go to MRQE. Type in "Revenge of the Motherfucking Sith". Take a look. Listen to the radio. Watch the TV box screen. Everybody -- EVERYBODY, down to the last vagrant, starving slave-labor movie critics in the slums of Rio de Janiero -- gives this movie three and a half stars out of four.
Read them. Listen to them. Listen to how they start. "Star Wars Six is an amazing spectacle, full of raucous action, amazing special effects, high-energy scenes of unimagineable excitement, and space lasers and shit! A true roller coaster ride for the senses!" Wow! What a great sounding movie! I can't wait to pay my $10, get my giant box of Goobers and listen to thirteen year olds chat on their cellphones for two hours!
Oh. Hold up. Not all is well in Mudville, though. The reviews, without exception, continue:
"Now, the writing is unbearably trite and absurd, and even quality actors, which this movie absolutely does not have, would have trouble suffering through them. THREE AND A HALF STARS!"
Ah.
Okay, so you mean to say that when the movie truly excels is when NONE OF THE HIRED ACTORS ARE 1) ON THE SCREEN and/or 2) SAYING ANYTHING. The movie's quality, in essence, would rise exponentially if the only people involved with the project were sound editors and CGI geeks. The movie is really only decent as a light show.
The movie is a Windows screensaver.
And it's a half star away from a perfect rating.
Lest you think I'm singling this movie out as the "turning point" in this war against quality which even so-called "respected critics" have joined, I am not. In fact, I blame Lord of the Rings, all three of them, for this disastrous turn of events. Okay. Here's a little clue for those of you who might have been confused by all the hoopla and Academy Awards (jesus) and jizz-tastic exultations of the MASTERPIECES of STORYTELLING which were the LOTR trilogy:
They were not good movies. They were pretty lights, plus bad acting, plus dialogue so bad that they should have provided power drills to everyone who ever bought a ticket or rented one of the things so they could perform an emergency trepaning halfway through. Or at least jam 'em into their ears.
But it won BEST FUCKING PICTURE, something I still refuse to acknowledge.
So, it's official now. The critics have fought against mindless drivel for years, but they've been at it so long that they're unable to determine friend from foe anymore. They've laid down their swords. They've waved their white flags, and decried from the top of the most spectacularly-drawn CGI mountaintop vista:
Yeah, go ahead. It's okay to make bad movies now.
This is so disheartening, it makes me wish I was in a galaxy far, far away.
Go to MRQE. Type in "Revenge of the Motherfucking Sith". Take a look. Listen to the radio. Watch the TV box screen. Everybody -- EVERYBODY, down to the last vagrant, starving slave-labor movie critics in the slums of Rio de Janiero -- gives this movie three and a half stars out of four.
Read them. Listen to them. Listen to how they start. "Star Wars Six is an amazing spectacle, full of raucous action, amazing special effects, high-energy scenes of unimagineable excitement, and space lasers and shit! A true roller coaster ride for the senses!" Wow! What a great sounding movie! I can't wait to pay my $10, get my giant box of Goobers and listen to thirteen year olds chat on their cellphones for two hours!
Oh. Hold up. Not all is well in Mudville, though. The reviews, without exception, continue:
"Now, the writing is unbearably trite and absurd, and even quality actors, which this movie absolutely does [i]not[/i] have, would have trouble suffering through them. THREE AND A HALF STARS!"
Ah.
Okay, so you mean to say that when the movie truly excels is when NONE OF THE HIRED ACTORS ARE 1) ON THE SCREEN and/or 2) SAYING ANYTHING. The movie's quality, in essence, would rise exponentially if the only people involved with the project were sound editors and CGI geeks. The movie is really only decent as a light show.
The movie is a Windows screensaver.
And it's a half star away from a perfect rating.
Lest you think I'm singling this movie out as the "turning point" in this war against quality which even so-called "respected critics" have joined, I am not. In fact, I blame Lord of the Rings, all three of them, for this disastrous turn of events. Okay. Here's a little clue for those of you who might have been confused by all the hoopla and Academy Awards (jesus) and jizz-tastic exultations of the MASTERPIECES of STORYTELLING which were the LOTR trilogy:
[i]They were not good movies.[/i] They were pretty lights, plus bad acting, plus dialogue so bad that they should have provided power drills to everyone who ever bought a ticket or rented one of the things so they could perform an emergency trepaning halfway through. Or at least jam 'em into their ears.
But it won [b]BEST FUCKING PICTURE[/b], something I still refuse to acknowledge.
So, it's official now. The critics have fought against mindless drivel for years, but they've been at it so long that they're unable to determine friend from foe anymore. They've laid down their swords. They've waved their white flags, and decried from the top of the most spectacularly-drawn CGI mountaintop vista:
Yeah, go ahead. It's okay to make bad movies now.