Because I have no joy in my heart, I hate movies that are supposed to be “entertaining.” I’m deeply suspicious of spectacle, production values, competent sound design, actors with noticeable charisma, and anything “fun” in cinema. But sometimes a movie is released that is so overblown, so ridiculous, and so naked in its attempts to be crowd-pleasing, that it transcends stupidity entirely and short-circuits all critical thinking. “I must see this movie!” I say, like someone who hasn’t watched every Andrei Tarkovsky film.
Right now, that film is The Meg 2: The Trench, a tale of CGI sharks of unimaginable size. You wouldn’t think it would be possible to make a dumber movie The Meg, or to make bigger, faker-looking sharks, but the crazy bastards did it. I will be there among the mouth-breathers on opening night, Aug. 4, and I’ll make sure to go to a 3D screening too.
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