I go to the movies a lot during the course of a year. Being in the city gives me the opportunity to get to go to free screenings of movies more often than not, and my job offers me even more chances to attend films that haven’t been released yet. Even if this weren’t the case, though, I think I would end up spending some nice coin on going to the theatre.
In the past three weeks, I’ve seen three different films; The Happening, Iron Man and Hancock. I loved Iron Man, loved Hancock, and against the judgement of all those with eyes and ears, enjoyed The Happening. I’m not sure if I can really explain my reasons why, rather all I can say is that when I left the theatre, I felt that I was entertained throughout the film.
Was the acting poor? Yah, pretty much. Did the writing fail? Oh yes, definitely failed. And were their plot holes all up and down the road? Yup. Everywhere. But at the end of the movie, I still was entertained.
I’ve always noticed that during the summer months, movies get judged on such a scale that achieving a commendable ranking is almost hopeless. Movie critics run these flicks through the ringer, saying the story line wasn’t well thought out, or the character development didn’t go as deep as it should have.
Whereas my opinion is ‘Why does the character development need any addressing at all when there are cars blowing up on a highway!’ My needs, they are simple.
I’m not sure about others, but when I go to see a film, especially in the horror and action genre, I tend to not have my hopes up at the Academy Award level. Summer is a time for cars to blow up and people to get punched and for me to watch and eat my popcorn. Because seriously. When was the last time you went to the movies in June and had your life changed?
Christ in heaven, please don’t say The Notebook.