Does throwing a lot of money at a problem fix it? Until the last couple of weeks, I'd have insisted that it wasn't necessarily so. Now I'm not so sure.
Or maybe it's just that wading in a sea of poop makes getting onto a gilded-though-not- aesthetically-pleasing raft seem like a deliverance.
There's a reason big blockbuster movies make a lot of money. They may be big piles of steaming poop, artistically, but at least they've got some production values.
Cases in point: I've been loading my Netflix queue with a lot of low-budget indie and gay/indie flicks lately, and they've been -- pretty much across the board -- astoundingly bad. One of them was literally shot on someone's VHS camcorder. I couldn't help but think to myself, "How in the name of all that's good and holy does stuff like this make it onto DVD, let alone into the library of Netflix?!?"
So when I watched War of the Worlds on DVD tonight, it ended up looking like a masterpiece. And to be frank, although I don't think it's a great movie, or even Steven Spielberg's best movie, by comparison, it looks like priceless porcelain set next Corelle ware.
So, as a public service, just so you don't make the same viewing mistakes as I have, please do us all a favor: Dodge the assuredly bad consequences and avoid the following movie rentals at all costs:
Or maybe it's just that wading in a sea of poop makes getting onto a gilded-though-not- aesthetically-pleasing raft seem like a deliverance.
There's a reason big blockbuster movies make a lot of money. They may be big piles of steaming poop, artistically, but at least they've got some production values.
Cases in point: I've been loading my Netflix queue with a lot of low-budget indie and gay/indie flicks lately, and they've been -- pretty much across the board -- astoundingly bad. One of them was literally shot on someone's VHS camcorder. I couldn't help but think to myself, "How in the name of all that's good and holy does stuff like this make it onto DVD, let alone into the library of Netflix?!?"
So when I watched War of the Worlds on DVD tonight, it ended up looking like a masterpiece. And to be frank, although I don't think it's a great movie, or even Steven Spielberg's best movie, by comparison, it looks like priceless porcelain set next Corelle ware.
So, as a public service, just so you don't make the same viewing mistakes as I have, please do us all a favor: Dodge the assuredly bad consequences and avoid the following movie rentals at all costs:
I've got a few more indie and foreign films to get through on this phase of my queue. Hopefully I'll have better news to report later.
That aside, I think I was in the minority who actually liked War of the Worlds, in spite of Tom Cruise. Sadly, I can't look at him on screen anymore and not see the couch-jumping Scientologist. He may not be the world's best actor, but at least there was a time when I could look at him onscreen and see a character. Not so much, anymore.
'Cuz you know he cares about my opinion.
PS: You're right. Into the Blue was a big Hollywood movie that Hoovered like a cheap hooker. It's the example that puts an iceberg-sized hole into my titanic theory of money assuring at least entertainment. It was pretty to look at though.
More later.
That aside, I think I was in the minority who actually liked War of the Worlds, in spite of Tom Cruise. Sadly, I can't look at him on screen anymore and not see the couch-jumping Scientologist. He may not be the world's best actor, but at least there was a time when I could look at him onscreen and see a character. Not so much, anymore.
'Cuz you know he cares about my opinion.
PS: You're right. Into the Blue was a big Hollywood movie that Hoovered like a cheap hooker. It's the example that puts an iceberg-sized hole into my titanic theory of money assuring at least entertainment. It was pretty to look at though.
More later.
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