I know, this isn’t a film review blog. But on occasion, I like a respite from the incivilities of lawyers, politicians and judges.
Besides, I love movies. Motion pictures are a big slice of our culture. So I now indulge in a favorite pet peeve, film critics’ movie reviews.
This morning, a film critic heaped praise and glory on a new movie, Brothers. Briefly, the movie is about two brothers, one a decorated Marine gone missing in Afghanistan, and the other an estranged just-out-of-jail loser with charisma. The drama turns on the Marine’s wife and the void filled by the loser brother and the predictable results. The lost Marine turns up in psychically damaged condition. He’s wigged out and becomes even more so when he discovers the domestic coziness between his brother and the “faithful” wife he left behind.
I haven’t seen Brothers nor do I plan to. But I have seen the depressing, off-putting movie trailer. Watching the trailer is dispiriting. Yet, this morning’s television program film critic called the movie, a near-masterpiece.
Critical praise = a depressing movie.
Perhaps I’m feeling all this because last night, I finally caught up with another critically praised movie, Margot at the Wedding. Now there’s a dark, depressing and annoying film. The characters are babbling pathetic losers. You don’t pity, you get pissed. You don’t sympathize. They antagonize. I was left wanting my 91 minutes of film time back.
After watching Margot, I was reminded of another very similar film about tormented dysfunctional nuptials, 2008’s Rachel Getting Married. What’s actually laughable about Rachel is that I was one of 12 people that saw it late one night at our local film house. The theatre was so small that there seemed to be an unusual intimacy among the movie-goers present. That is, until I noticed people slipping out of the theatre midway through the movie.