Here is a typical review of Spectre:
Chuckles mentions this review of Spectre:
… to which haiku replied:
I was doing my best to explain to [a lady friend] why I didn’t like ‘Spectre’, a film that she enjoyed. My overarching comment was that it was boring, though I couldn’t really explain the why. OTOH the author of the piece has hit the nail squarely on the head:
“When Bond eventually gets to the offices of his boss, M, he throws his hat from the doorway onto the hat stand. Why? Just for fun! So within the first few minutes of meeting Bond, we see a man who likes wine, women and joking around. His lust for life makes the Daniel Craig version look like a mortuary attendant.”
Tastes of course differ and vive la difference. Chuckles’s lovely and talented wife has a particular approach to watching a film, i.e. sitting down for a marathon of every film ever in that series and such differences make the world turn in a certain idiosyncratic way. Vive la difference in approach.
Mike over at OoL brought the subject up when he wrote:
I offered the following as a comment on a review of ‘The Danish Girl’ which appeared on a well-known Tory women’s blog. Needless to state, my comment was deleted, possibly because I write as I live, rather bluntly.
“Once more, we are subjected to reams of praise for a film which, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t get a screening in the ‘coolest’ of art cinemas unless the producers paid the cinema a healthy lump sum to defray the inevitable losses, caused by nobody paying to see the latest load of old rubbish.
Consider, if you will, two films which emerged onto the screens throughout America last year. One was entitled ‘American Sniper’, the other was ‘Selma’. The first was the story of an American hero, a soldier who killed his country’s enemies with a awesome precision; the other was the rehashed story of a ‘civil rights march’ some forty-odd years ago.
American Sniper was the highest-grossing film over the long weekend with over $200 million, playing in 3,705 theatres across America. American Sniper, a movie celebrating the heroics of a white man (a white man whom every institution – television, Hollywood, academia, government, and commercials – in America works overtime to denigrate) had one of the most astounding opening weekends in the history of cinema.
‘Selma’ was an astounding flop, and this was mirrored by the offering hoovered up by some 275,000 ‘students’ who were given free tickets to see a film which not many other people wanted to pay to watch, and of course was the critics’ darling and ‘best film’ and all that rubbish.
As with ‘Selma’, so with ‘Danish girl, or man, or just ‘confused other’.”
It’s not completely unlike the dilemma of Andie MacDowell and why so many males intensely dislike her, plus females of a more straight-down-the-line disposition. This post wonders why the author – me – does dislike her. I dislike disliking someone when I can’t pin down the reason.
And why, despite the huge takings at the box office, I’d agree with this review that Skyfall was the pits:
Whilst I wouldn’t say worst Bond film ever, it was pretty disapointing. After all the hype that preceded the film I had expected something absolutely amazing then left the cinema feeling deflated and wondering whether to even make the effort to see the next one on the “big screen”.
Had I gone to see an ordinary thriller my feelings would have been different BUT I WENT TO SEE BOND !!
It feels like they’re getting the format all wrong at the moment in an attempt to appear more cerebral but thats not what 007 is about. Personally I want a Bond movie to be a little more fantastical with outrageous villains (Silva was a joke – perhaps Javier Bardem should’ve resurrected the character he played in No country for old men – Now he was scary) and I WANT ACTION.
And Spectre does seem to have gone the way of its predecessor. No, I haven’t seen the whole thing but have seen many shorts and have had it all explained in detail, plus I’ve read so many reviews and watched interviews.
It’s another turkey.
Yet the box office strongly disagrees. And with Selma, it seems the same. Call it elitist to side with the sorts of critics who actually know something about film, instead of with the great public and yes, in the end, it’s the public who have to be made happy …but … but … but … sigh.
Take Downton [as far away as possible please]. These modern women with no grace, no graciousness, trying to do a period piece about a time when women, even the Hollywood tramps, had at least a veneer of feminine charm – it’s dismaying to say the least.
Where this is slowly headed, this post, is to make a quite elitist comment about taste. Not “tastes”, different other thing altogether, but “taste”. Those with taste would immediately understand.
Perhaps I’d best not go any further. I’m in enough trouble as it is.