Is there a phonier place on earth? Can one even be imagined? How many things can we see get blown up, how many happy endings can we endure?
Since Hollywood only understands money, they had to get hit in the pocketbook this summer to realize they keep putting out the same shit and even once faithful movie goers are staying home. Corporate America has sanitized movies so badly that they have no oomph to them. Maybe the bad result this summer might send some moguls back to the drawing board
I’d put Tarantino in charge of Hollywood, myself. This would mean Uma Thurman, Samuel L. Jackson and Michael Madsen would be in 237 films each per year (104 of them in the same film).
Kill Shrek.
Star Wars Episode 14: Revenge of Mr Pink.
The Sicilian Patient.
A Beautiful Brain Spread All Over the Sidewalk.
The Godfather IV: The Apology
Yes folks – dialogue and scripts would be back in vogue. Actors would have to act.
But seriously, will this summer’s disaster mean Hollywood will get a lot better?
Fuggetaboutit.
Mr T.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
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