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Here's what happened: I am staying with my in-laws in New Jersey. There are other house guests, they take control of the DVD player, and suddenly, there's nothing to do but head out to the mall cineplex.
Oh my God.
The simple fact is: there isn't a single film playing at those theaters that an intelligent adult human who isn't addicted to sniffing glue can watch without feeling insulted.
Check out our choices last night: Schwarzenegger's 6th Day, some B-picture with an A budget called Red Planet, tits, ass, and explosions in Charlie's Angels, the goody-goody Pay It Forward, and Adam Sandler in Little Nicky. And each one of these is playing on two or three screens at the same time. Oh, and Rugrats in Paris. I rest my case.
Of course, none of this is news to the smart and discerning folks who read this page. (You see, I bet you're also susceptible to flattery.) I guess many of you in the so-called heartland bear the same fate day in, day out, but man, when you're faced with the choice of throwing away nine bucks on garbage just to get out of the house for a few hours, you ask yourself what went wrong. I mean, come on: this is the medium of Chaplin, of Fellini, Hitchcock, Bergman, Kubrick, Godard, Kurosawa, Herzog. Movies can be magic in motion -- and we're reduced to a choice of awesome 'splosions, cheap emotions, and fart jokes?
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Lucas doesn't feel responsible: "Why do people go see these popcorn pictures when they're not good? Why is the public so stupid? That's not my fault." In other words, he's blaming you and me.
I think it's time to draw the consequences.
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