Late Edit: this started with a simple, brief rant and it got away from me. That seems to happen to me a lot...
IAJSR: I checked out the "Hated" Tarantinos too. It WAS fun!
Along with the other stuff, there's a big reason I hate
Pulp Fiction--it relaunched the happily stagnant career of John Travolta. There was Travolta, safely boxed into the occasional talking-baby flick, where he couldn't stink up too many movies adults might want to see.
Then Tarantino goes and puts him in that damn over-rated movie. And suddenly Travolta is popping up in everything. Though I have to admit, one of those was the hilarious sci-fi spoof
Battlefield Earth. I never thought Travolta capable of such subtle comedy! (For any lurking $cientologists--that was sarcasm.)
Long as I'm here, Travolta should be forcibly restrained from EVER again doing anything with a Southern accent. He cannot pull it off, and he's tried more than enough times. He doesn't sound like a Southerner, just a slow-talking mental deficient. Which is...nah, I won't say that's not much of a stretch for him. That would be a really cheap shot.
More Tarantino gripes: WTF was up with
Death Proof? Tarantino had a decent premise, fast cars, and Kurt Russell, for Crom's sake. Also plentiful references to great motorhead movies like
Vanishing Point and
Gone In 60 Seconds (the Sacred Original, as the movie points out, not that Blasphemous Abortion of a re-make with Nicolas Cage and Collagen-Face).
So what did he do?
He made a movie that should have been called
Four Women Talking In A Car and a Bar. Since that describes the bore-fest that eats up most of the running time.
Finally, a movie that came highly recommended to me by critics, friends, and everybody...
August Rush. Hereafter known, to me anyway, as
August Flush.Marketed as "heartwarming fantasy," which is good, since there was not one believable shred of any damn thing in the entire movie. From the plot to the characters to the setting in that fab-u-lous version of New York City apparently visited only by rich movie folks, it was more contrived than kabuki yet as predictable as a church Xmas play.
Note to Robin Williams--PLEASE give up your hopeless Oscar quest of playing these "lovable, colorful eccentric" types. In this movie, you are just a creepy guy who exploits street children. Even if you do house the kids in your abandoned theater (can you say "tacky obvious symbolism," boys and girls? I knew you could!). This condemned theater is mysteriously equipped with electricity. And since those street kids are suspiciously clean and well-fed, it may also be equipped with hot showers, a gourmet chef and a concierge. That would be as believable as anything else in this giant mushy turd.
But wait, there's more! To quote Howard Beale (or Paddy Chayefsky) in
Network: "When all the other bullshit fails, they drag out the God bullshit."
Amen, brother! So for the 4,597th time in a Major Motion Picture, we get the hymn-singing African-American family running the po' li'l Cinematically Non-Denominational church in Harlem. Though later on, when a
Big Plot Point requires a pipe organ, the family seems to be running a church about the size of St. Patrick's Cathedral.
To me, this is just as sterotypical as
Gone With The Wind's happy slaves singing away in the cotton fields. I was raised as a racist redneck in the Bible-thumping Deep South. But even I know black atheists and skeptics exist, because I've met them. So why don't we ever see them in movies? (Not to mention the many famous black non-believers of the past, though I bet Oprah would deny that. Has no one in Hollywood ever read Langston Hughes' "Goodbye Christ" or "Christ In Alabama?")
Look, there's an African-American atheist now!
http://friendlyatheist.com/1675/interview-with-mike-estes/One of the many unintentionally funny moments: a character says, "The New York Philharmoic wants you to play. Your invitation came in the mail today."
Now I know less than nothing about the working world of classical musicians. But somehow, I really don't think the New York Philharmonic mails out invitations like Publisher's Clearing House.
This thing really needs the MST3K treatment. I would love to gather a bunch of the DU skeptics in a room to give it the slaughtering it so desperately deserves.