The fault is mine that we attended at all.
#Bathing beauties or beefcake heavy script movie#
Then we came to the movie and my stomach turned to cast iron with what seemed to be flaming bats flying around inside it. “Somebody let me off of this crazy ride!!!!” My stomach was in knots, my knuckles were white from grabbing the armrests, and the feature hadn’t even started yet. I’d say they’ve all merged together in my head except there’s no need for them to, they’re all the same, what with time travel to the past and future, alien takeovers, people flying and jumping off cliffs, asteroids slamming into earth and other obligatory fireballs - all of these events present apparently in every single movie, which I think I will call Iron Man 3 Star Trek 2 After Earth Host The Croods. Really, why play video games? Apparently there is ONLY video game reality, onscreen or off. Granted they’re targeting the ads to the kids who might be coming to the Oz joint, but really that’s no consolation, given all the violence and the absence of imagination on display. This was on the heels of something like eight previews for eight apparently identical movies, the combined weight of which made me want to slit my wrists.
At least the first half hour is, and that’s all the New Improved Duchess and I could stomach before grabbing our coats and stomping out of the cinema muttering dark promises of revenge. But, as ought to be far better known, no critic is ever objective.īy “new Oz Movie” I of course mean Oz the Great and Powerful, and by “crap”, I mean the stuff that comes out of the back ends of zoological creatures. So I make no claim of “objectivity” here.
In addition to my main post on the film, there are another 50 posts closely related to it here, and really, hundreds, even thousands of other posts on this blog owe something to my exposure to it. As we wrote here, the 1939 MGM version of The Wizard of Oz is my favorite movie.
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