So here we are in 2008, actually being subjected to one bad Hollywood blockbuster after another. And as much as it pains me to say it, I will. The thing I wanted most as a youngster, wicked special effects, has murdered the art of film.
I’m not, at all insinuating that all movies produced since 1997, say (Hint, hint) are all bad. I just feel a lot of the worst — modern horror and science-fiction features especially — wouldn’t even be entertained in the first place if it wasn’t for Hollywood’s seeming ability and weak attempts to hide shit writing and/or directing.
I was hoping with all my might that it would change. But it hasn’t…
Not my point. Every so often one squeaks through. Hell this one got past me. A few times. On Sunday I sat through ALL of Peter Jackson’s King Kong. This movie is not without it’s flaws, what movie is, but what’s more important than superficial errors, really is what it managed to pull off. It gave a CGI character life. And a presence that moved even me.
Those eyes. Contained life. And reminded me way too much of a certain four legged pal ‘o mine named Freddy…