Last night I tried for the first time in a couple of months or more to watch a contemporary movie. I made it about halfway through.
Here, in no particular order, are a few of the grouchy gripes I noted before throwing in the towel:
1. The movie was over two hours long, and needlessly so. It wasn't that complicated a story! Was it Harry Cohn who said, "When my ass gets tired, the picture's too long!"?
2. The "naturalistic" acting was so "natural" that I had to turn on the subtitles to understand what one mushmouth was saying.
3. Yes, I realize people have medical procedures done that involve intense pain. Doesn't mean I want to see two of them in 45 minutes, acted out in excruciating detail. Call me squeamish.
4. Put the damn credits at the beginning. I want to know who's in the movie, and who directed it. And speaking of credits, five production companies (each with its own logo, of course) to make one modestly budgeted film? Really?
If this is modern moviemaking at its finest, I'll take the 1940s any day.
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