I'm not talking about the celestial ones, but the naval-gazing, over-paid actors preening for paparazzi in tiny strips of sparkly material braggadociously promoted as ridiculously-priced and coveted designer gowns but which look more like what would be left after a beautiful piece of fabric was fed through a wood chipper.
It’s been so long since I actually spent the time or money to go to a theater, I had to look up what movies were nominated this year. None of them look half-way interesting except “Killers of the Flower Moon” and I already read the book. (Fact: If you are a reader, you know that the movie is never as good as the book.) Besides, I can’t stand to watch anything with Leonardo Decaprio in it.
Once in a great while, I will watch a movie included on Prime.
Sometimes I find an independent or small budget film that looks good.
Sometimes I find a film that’s been lauded in the media, has won awards, but has terrible reviews by real people who paid to watch them... and I'm curious to know why.
If you’ve ever watched the Oscars, you might think that the criteria for winning a little golden statue is to be boring, depressing, or both.
“The worst plot, dialogue, and character development goes to ______!” (fill in this space with your own terrible movie moment) Clapping ensues. Fake humbleness and the pretence of being so unworthy while other narcissistic stars sit with pasted on smiles trying to appear unfazed by their loss while plotting in their minds how best to destroy the person standing up there on stage taking what should have been theirs.
So, I saw two movies recently that piqued my interest.
The first one was Sound of Freedom. A movie that got shot down in the mainstream media. A movie that Disney producers rejected. Apparently, it was too gung-ho against child trafficking. Which should really get you thinking about who is writing and producing the shows your children are watching. Sadly, for Disney, it ended up making over $250 million dollars worldwide. That they lost out on.
Sound of Freedom was a gut wrenching, horrific portrayal of the scourge of child trafficking in the world. Trafficking is the largest money maker and fastest growing business of all, proving that evil people will do absolutely anything for the love of money. We have politicians pontificating over American slavery that ended almost two hundred years ago while completely ignoring the blight of sex slavery in our nation and world right now. Perhaps that’s why Disney rejected this film. It’s real. It’s happening. And if most of their recent movies and cartoons are anything to go by, they are actually working to desensitize children to sexual perversion, thus making them easy targets for pedophiles.
The most amazing thing about The Sound of Freedom was that even though it was a story about truly evil people and horrible unspeakable things, they managed to film a movie without filthy language or graphic scenes and still make you feel the horror, fear, and hopelessness of the children, the disgusting underbelly of this world of buyers and sellers, and the righteous anger of those working to rescue these children and end these practices. Jim Caviezel and the rest of the cast should be on that stage tonight being celebrated and getting awards.
The second movie I watched was Everything, Everywhere, All at Once. I know. The title alone should have clued me in to the absolute mess I was getting myself into. If I’d even gone and read what Wikipedia said about it > “The film explores philosophical themes such as existentialism, nihilism, surrealism, and absurdism, as well as themes such as neurodivergence, depression, generational trauma, and Asian American identity.” I probably would have clicked to the next movie. But alas, I started to watch.
Being a writer and lover of books, I very seldom fail to finish a book that I start. I pride myself on finishing novels that even bore me silly, thinking there will be a redeeming moment soon. Those moments don’t always come. As with this movie.
I couldn’t watch it all in one sitting. It was too painful. I felt bad for the actors, but they obviously thought they had signed on to a winner, and they were right. Apparently, according to Wikipedia again, this film won seven Academy Awards. Go figure.
I ended up watching it in about five parts because it was so absolutely stupid that I felt like I was watching a never-ending episode of SNL. And not the old SNL when you sometimes smiled or even chuckled. No. The new SNL with comics who flunked out of Gender and Palestinian protest studies at Harvard and decided to promote their highly unfunny rhetoric on late night where they have to pay people to laugh and clap and sometimes still get silence.
And so, my theory was once again proved correct. The movies with the most awards are most often the ones to avoid. Boring, much too long, with a storyline written by someone with the mentality of a twelve-year-old mad at his parents for taking away his video games. There is always pompous, in-your-face sermonizing about acceptance, while not accepting anyone who disagrees. What they consider to be humor makes the three stooges seem hilarious in comparison. And I hate the three stooges.
It may be a while before I venture into the Academy Award movie world again. It was just too painful. There is only so much depressing philosophical drivel I can handle.
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