A night at the movies

[constance]

I was going to write a big bullet-pointed post, about many far-flung topics, but instead I am going to go to bed because I am tired and (for reasons which I will explain later) also sore and headachy. Instead of rattling on, I am just going to say, quickly, HI I MISS YOU, and then go on to write a brief open letter.

Dear Michael Bay,

You had a chance to make The Island a smart and edgy film, and there were several places within its framework that you could have veered off into another direction and seamlessly directed it away from the shallow fugitive film it turned into.

You could have, but you didn't, and I am so glad. It was much more fun this way. And the stars were so unbelieveably gorgeous that the less in the way of plot or sense or cleverness to distract, really, the better.

Good call.

Love,

me.

PS The scene with the nail gun holy shit dude.

Comments

[quartertosix.livejournal.com]

My sister and I both screamed when the nail gun thing happened. The people in front of us and all around us were substantially less impressed, but the NAIL GUN with the THING and the dude was so NONCHALANT ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I KNOW. Throughout that scene, I felt exactly the same way I do when I go to the eye doctor and they puff that air into your eyes-- squinting and jerking back involuntarily with fear until they end up having to put novocaine in your eyes to tell whether or not you have glaucoma.

Yeah, you know, shoot all the people you want with guns, but get out that nail gun and I freak. I distinctly remember this being the case with other movies as well.