I was going to see the new film version of “the producers” today, but my friend Thad told me that “everybody” was panning it. i almost didn’t go, because i just wanted some cheer and entertainment. but i did go, and i LOVED it.
i went home and looked up some reiews online and it appears that many BIG (at least six hundred pounds, i’m guessing) reviewers didn’t like it. i read the new york times review, except first i had to SIGN UP for the stupid nytimes online, and this annoyed me to have to sign up to read something that i HATED AND DID NOT AGREE WITH AT ALL.
i was going to read another bad review, this time on salon.com, but they wanted me to SIGN UP, and i think in order to regularly read it, they were going to make me PAY. maybe this isn’t really the case, i don’t know, i don’t care, i was annoyed enough to read the first few crummy crappy stupid lousy sentences the smug reviewer had to say.
the movie was fun, delightful, entertaining, and i laughed a few times. i usually never laugh at comedies, and i’m usually disappointed in them.
what makes me mad also is that if i tell thad how much i liked the movie, i have a feeling that he’ll go on about how the reviewers must know SOMETHING since they get paid to review.
screw the reviewers. wrong, they’re wrong.
i knew a guy in LA who was first a big literary agent then a producer, and one time he got mad at me because i didn’t like a movie. the movie had gotten many many glowing reviews. i told him i didn’t like the film, and he told me about all the reviews and was APPALLED that i didn’t care about all the glowing reviews. he said “if you went to see a film and it got ONE THOUSAND good reviews, wouldn’t you like it? doesn’t that tell you something?”
YES, IT TELLS ME THAT I DON’T AGREE WITH ONE THOUSAND REVIEWERS, AND IT TELLS ME THAT YOU’RE AN IDIOT IF YOU THINK I’M GOING TO LOVE SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE DO. I mean, the guy was acting like there was something wrong with ME, he didn’t seem to understand at all how i could be so radical and crazy and independent. i think maybe he’d been living in LA a little bit too long.
i have a couple other issues at the moment, forgive all this yelling by CAPITALIZATION. i never ever yell in real life, only in print. not really print, in type.
i couldn’t bear the thought of running outside today even though it wasn’t really that cold. the greyness is becoming pretty darned oppressive. pretty darn.
tomorrow starts a whole bunch of busy activities. i’m think i’m all rested up for them.
ok for now,
grace.