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lynsangelic1) wrote2008-03-15 09:15 pm
lynsangelic1) wrote2008-03-15 09:15 pm
Southland Tales - WTF
I've just watched Southland Tales because I was cold, tired and in need of a lie down so I thought that meant I'd be suitably clear headed and focused on it.
Didn't make a bit of fucking difference.
I have seen a lot of weird stuff in my time. A lot more crazy ridiculous wanky wank art is done in theatre than on film and I've seen too much that I don't usually get that arsed when a film goes in that direction.
Let me also say, I'd been looking forward to it. It sounded interesting, I always like to catch up with the Buffy alumni (except Bones. I point blank refuse. That shit is retarded.) and I thought Darko was quite a film.
I got what was happening and the more I think about it now I can vaguely track the through line of the story. But alot of it was quite pointless. It was well shot, art direction was lovely but I felt let down that such grand concepts (apocalypse, souls, dimension, warfare) were so scrappily dealt with.
It's terrible to say that my favourite part was SMG dancing with slow dancing Mandy Moore, isn't it? I don't even particulary fancy either of them but I do believe Kelly was thinking "Shit, it's been two hours. I've had too many shots of the Rock with his shirt off. Right, I'll jam in a nice well lit visual scene with two lovely ladies dancing. That'll wake that chick from Scotland up long enough so that she sees the ending."
I will usually give a fucked up film like this until the credits to explain itself or to do something so it doesn't need to. But as soon as that first end title was up, I was WTF-ing all over the place. I can't quite remember the name of the last film that did that to me, but I know the one before it was Anchorman. I don't generally respond well to that kind of crap.
But Southland Tales is the kind of film that makes me think that if I didn't like it then I must be the stupid, uncultured one. It's not the films fault, it's mine.
*reaches for dunces cap*
Didn't make a bit of fucking difference.
I have seen a lot of weird stuff in my time. A lot more crazy ridiculous wanky wank art is done in theatre than on film and I've seen too much that I don't usually get that arsed when a film goes in that direction.
Let me also say, I'd been looking forward to it. It sounded interesting, I always like to catch up with the Buffy alumni (except Bones. I point blank refuse. That shit is retarded.) and I thought Darko was quite a film.
I got what was happening and the more I think about it now I can vaguely track the through line of the story. But alot of it was quite pointless. It was well shot, art direction was lovely but I felt let down that such grand concepts (apocalypse, souls, dimension, warfare) were so scrappily dealt with.
It's terrible to say that my favourite part was SMG dancing with slow dancing Mandy Moore, isn't it? I don't even particulary fancy either of them but I do believe Kelly was thinking "Shit, it's been two hours. I've had too many shots of the Rock with his shirt off. Right, I'll jam in a nice well lit visual scene with two lovely ladies dancing. That'll wake that chick from Scotland up long enough so that she sees the ending."
I will usually give a fucked up film like this until the credits to explain itself or to do something so it doesn't need to. But as soon as that first end title was up, I was WTF-ing all over the place. I can't quite remember the name of the last film that did that to me, but I know the one before it was Anchorman. I don't generally respond well to that kind of crap.
But Southland Tales is the kind of film that makes me think that if I didn't like it then I must be the stupid, uncultured one. It's not the films fault, it's mine.
*reaches for dunces cap*