Studios are facing the climax of a monopolisation loop that causes productions to get more and more bloated with less and less quality control because there’s an idea that these movies are too big to fail. After all, they made Holmes & Watson, and Justice League. The final piece of contextualisation you really need to understand my experience with Wild Mountain Thyme, is that after watching it, I was reflecting on that credo, “they don’t make trash fires like they used to anymore” which turned into desperate search that lead me to see The Emoji Movie, Holmes & Watson, and Peter Rabbit in cinemas, and realised it’s just not true anymore. It’s not like there weren’t hidden gems to be found along that journey, but really teenage girls deserve better movies than Bride Wars. So when I say your least favourite movie isn’t the worst film out there, I’m not just talking about White Fire, Frankenstein Island, Run Hide Fight, or The Dirt, all films I’ve seen, I’m talking about Bride Wars, Leap Year, and Life Itself, the latter of which admittedly I only have myself to blame for seeing. Everything from the vapid shiny charm of Ella Enchanted to the quite good Stardust to the really quite excellent Four Weddings & A Funeral to Confessions of a Shopaholic, A Cinderella Story, to The Princess Diaries, to Twilight, to Pretty Woman, to Love, Actually, to Valentine’s Day, to what might be the nadir of all this, Bride Wars and Leap Year. That being that when I was a kid, my slightly older big sister forced me to watch an endless amount of really awful, and sometimes quite entertaining rom coms for teenage girls. Sex in the City 2 is a great segue into the most relevant morbid fascination to the movie I’m here to talk about today. Whereas Sex In The City 2 attempts to do that, but through sheer pig headed ignorance ends up spitting in the faces of everyone it wants to celebrate. Today’s Sex in the City 2 is Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again, a film that knows exactly what it is and refuses to be anything else and that’s the charm of it, aided by its mega inclusivity giving it the party atmosphere it wants, its a hazy wine mom party and everyone’s invited whether or not they’re moms or like wine. Yes, there have been a few recent releases that I’ve seen that really are apocalyptically bad, but outside of a few instances such as the theatrical cut of Justice League, we don’t seem to get films as misguided by ignorance on such a massive scale as Rain Man, or films released with such insane hit confidence as John Carter or Clash of the Titans. This was driven really by a dual love of horror and a fascination with explosions of quality of the highest order and intention that just don’t seem to get released in big ways anymore. Hell I’m the person who thinks Mother of Tears is a more entertaining movie than Inferno and I love it with all the sincerity of my heart. Well I’ve had several, increasingly niche morbid fascinations to do with trash cinema and seeing if there’s any value in it. I promise this is all going somewhere.įor a long time as a writer about film I’ve had a morbid fascination. So I’m going to just lay out my table before we get into it. This movie has provoked a lot of complicating and surrounding thoughts in me.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |