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Crusing for Brusing
Jun. 22nd, 2005 08:29 amIn a response to someone else's journal, I had this to say:
"There's a big fight in this country, and the fight now consists of the definition of "what is normal" and how broad that definition can be. For many people, it's a very controlled, small area that they will work hard to shoehorn everyone else to fit into, never truly understanding the world they live in."
I should have added, "nor do they want to understand", but I guess that's implied.
In a much less deep place, I saw Batman Begins last night with Kip (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scarabbear), which was very entertaining. There was one big, well not a plot hole, but physics hole in the movie, but i could get over it. Maybe WayneTech really can do wonders. Still, it's a great version of the Batman tale and the cast is first rate.
Well, Katie Holmes is a bit wooden, but she really isn't given a lot to do, is she?
And that brings me to my rant.
I'm so sick of Tom cruise and his antics, I'm probably not going to see War of the Worlds in the theater. Cruise is such a tool that I'm just sick of him, and the only way that I have to tell the media to stop following this train wreck it to not vote with my dollars.
I have to tell you I was interested in this movie. I like Spielberg, I like Dakota Fanning, and I thought it would be interesting, but you know, the more I think about it, the more I think I know the trick of it. The whole thing is not to show the Martians (or whomever) until the end of the movie. It's not too hard to figure out, really. Both the 1951 movie, and Close Encounters of the Third Kind are built on the same suspense model - keep the audience wondering about what the aliens want until the very end. So here we'll have people being killed by a faceless force for two hours, then Cruise will save the day and teach the aliens about Xenu, and make them all Scientologists.
But now for six weeks I've been bombarded by stupid stories about Cruise jumping up and down on furniture, doing pre-scripted proposals at famous landmarks, and trying to keep his cool when someone finally gets the best of him and squirts him with water. Yes, after Leonardo DiCaprio was slashed by a crazed fan, I understand where pranks can be scary to high-profile people, but come on, the squirt gun was funny, Tom. Your appearance are made to try to look like you're perfect, but they end up looking like you are in permanent spin control, trying to prove that you aren't aging, aren't gay, and can still open a major motion picture on the biggest summer weekend.
Tom, you need to show that you're virile, that you still have it, and that you're good for several more movies, including Mission Impossible III, which you're producing. There's a lot to lose.
However, Tom, I can wait for the DVD to come to be via netflix, sometime before Christmas.
"There's a big fight in this country, and the fight now consists of the definition of "what is normal" and how broad that definition can be. For many people, it's a very controlled, small area that they will work hard to shoehorn everyone else to fit into, never truly understanding the world they live in."
I should have added, "nor do they want to understand", but I guess that's implied.
In a much less deep place, I saw Batman Begins last night with Kip (
scarabbear), which was very entertaining. There was one big, well not a plot hole, but physics hole in the movie, but i could get over it. Maybe WayneTech really can do wonders. Still, it's a great version of the Batman tale and the cast is first rate.Well, Katie Holmes is a bit wooden, but she really isn't given a lot to do, is she?
And that brings me to my rant.
I'm so sick of Tom cruise and his antics, I'm probably not going to see War of the Worlds in the theater. Cruise is such a tool that I'm just sick of him, and the only way that I have to tell the media to stop following this train wreck it to not vote with my dollars.
I have to tell you I was interested in this movie. I like Spielberg, I like Dakota Fanning, and I thought it would be interesting, but you know, the more I think about it, the more I think I know the trick of it. The whole thing is not to show the Martians (or whomever) until the end of the movie. It's not too hard to figure out, really. Both the 1951 movie, and Close Encounters of the Third Kind are built on the same suspense model - keep the audience wondering about what the aliens want until the very end. So here we'll have people being killed by a faceless force for two hours, then Cruise will save the day and teach the aliens about Xenu, and make them all Scientologists.
But now for six weeks I've been bombarded by stupid stories about Cruise jumping up and down on furniture, doing pre-scripted proposals at famous landmarks, and trying to keep his cool when someone finally gets the best of him and squirts him with water. Yes, after Leonardo DiCaprio was slashed by a crazed fan, I understand where pranks can be scary to high-profile people, but come on, the squirt gun was funny, Tom. Your appearance are made to try to look like you're perfect, but they end up looking like you are in permanent spin control, trying to prove that you aren't aging, aren't gay, and can still open a major motion picture on the biggest summer weekend.
Tom, you need to show that you're virile, that you still have it, and that you're good for several more movies, including Mission Impossible III, which you're producing. There's a lot to lose.
However, Tom, I can wait for the DVD to come to be via netflix, sometime before Christmas.
