The Ugly Cliche
I’ve been writing fiction since I was in second grade, so I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned about the art of creation, it’s that your story has to be more real than reality is. And while the your audience may experience that magical suspension of disbelief if all or part of your plot is implausible, this effect is ruined when hollow, unrealistic characters highlight this so much that it’s impossible to get lost in your work.
That’s my major problem with The Ugly Truth. I’m sure this post will give away nothing, as the adverts tell you everything you need to know: the main female is hilariously neurotic and uptight, and it takes a crass, sexist, sexily unshaven man to loosen her up by turning her into the perfect object to land her dream guy! But lo, he has fallen for her! They almost admit their feelings, there is the misunderstanding that leads to an emotional scene, but finally (in a hot air balloon, for Christ’s sake) they embrace their love, and kiss while leaning dangerously out of the basket. (more…)
Here I thought this move was just for ironic Wellesley girls who have had a bit too much to drink, but what do you know. For those of you who love C. Fish and the rest of the gang as much as I do, a goldmine of rare Star Wars photos awaits. As the poster points out,
The world would be a different place today if it weren’t for Star Wars. People wouldn’t walk around all day making Chewbacca noises for no apparent reason, the U.S. government wouldn’t secretly be in the process of making lightsabers and America’s first Death Star a reality and most people would still be afraid to make out with their sister. It would also be impossible for people to use the force and take people’s clothes off with their minds.
Truth. Keep it real, and may the Force be with you. (more…)
I would have written last night about what a horrible disappointment Funny People was, but it gave me such a headache I had to turn in immediately afterwards. Tossing and turning in bed, I was wracked with frustration over what a shitty film I’d sat through for two-and-a-half hours, one-and-a-half of which I wanted to get up and leave. Contrary to what its previews boast (Judd Apatow, Adam Sandler joining the Apatow Gang, a story of discovering life’s meaning, hilarity ensuing, and did we mention Judd Apatow?), this was a slow ride through moviegoer hell, designed to alienate any and all demographics. Considering that Apatow gems like Superbad are known for bringing nearly unanimous enjoyment, this is a huge, complete, and utter failure. (more…)