“It’s so sweet and romantic. Aww…” No one ever remembers that Allie was a cheating whore. She completely lied to and screwed over her fiance.
“But she was in love!”
So ‘being in love’ gives me permission to act like a despicable human being? And besides, if it were the fiance who cheated on her he’d just be called the douche bag he rightfully was, not try to repackage it as being a romantic.
(grumble)Cheating whore(grumble).
Yeah, this was a complete mess. A straightforward documentary would have served the source material better. There were interesting parts of it but as a whole it just made no sense and petered out in a lame way. It’s a pity, because the source material is fascinating and done factually would have ample drama.
As for movies that I love, the scene in American Splendor where it shows how MTV used Toby Radloff for kicks made me so angry I wanted to smash the television in.
Surprised nobody’s mentioned Borat. Personally, I didn’t get angry because I stopped watching about a third of the way in. But I could see how its deliberate obnoxiousness could get under one’s skin.
I like the premise, because I think that would be a great power to have. What it and Ocean’s 12 do is slap the audience by making it turn out that the bulk of the action didn’t actually happen or was irrelevant. At least in Wizard of Oz, there’s a slight question as to whether Dorothy left Kansas.
Fair enough, but give Requiem for a Dream a break. I recall her falling first by having sex with her white psychiatrist, and the last scene she was doing a lesbian thing in front of an audience.
Also, in the Directors earlier movie Pi, we have some unusual racial typing, which I think would earn him some slack. Namely:
An indian woman as a the sexy woman
An african woman as the power person
Mobsters being Jewish
I get this too. My first reply may have been unclear in a way. Almost all of my stories are very sad in the end, but, like I said, I build in some measure of hope, to sort of ease the blow and also, in my opinion, to make it more realistic (since there are few situations so bleak that there’s no hope to be found anywhere), and I also – and this is important, IMO – write stories in a genre and of a type where people would go into it expecting to see people die in the book. Bridge to Terabithia is so wrenching because you don’t expect the bad thing at all, and it feels intensely, horribly unfair, and the book is aimed at kids, who are more likely to have no real experience of death and so be even more strongly affected by the death of someone in a book.
Heh, Castaway was my favorite Tom Hanks movie, and I like Tom Hanks.
As for the OP, I really hate the following:
Someone already mentioned this, but any movie where the killer/rapist is down, vulnerable, but still evil and trying to kill people, and the would-be victim does NOT bash his head in repeatedly with any blunt object readily available. Instead they just run, allowing the killer to recover and do it all over again. ARGH! Just kill the son of a bitch already, it’s right there in front of you! Extra points for when the killer is actually unconscious and the victims don’t do anything except back away slowly.
Any movie (usually rom-coms) where a stupid misunderstanding is the entire basis for conflict. It could also usually be resolved by a simple 5-minute chat to explain the situation. Quite a few sitcoms do this every other episodes, because they’re horrible hack writers that deserve to be hacked up and fed to good writers.
About 10 years ago, a friend of mine who was black talked me into going to see Rosewood. The movie is about a southern town which black people lived in which was destroyed by white people in the 1920s. I knew the blatant racism, lying, and destruction in the movie would make me furious and it did. It was a powerful movie and even a good movie. I don’t think it should be forgotten; the events it shows are part of America’s history, whether we like it or not. It did, however, make me angrier than any movie I’ve ever seen, good, bad, or indifferent.
I got angry at the horrors of Nazism in Life is Beautiful.
I got angry at the stupid mom who activates the little boy robot’s imprinting/love programming in A.I. Artificial Intelligence, but then abandons him when her son recovers from his illness.
I got angry at the kids who mistreat the little boy by locking him in a haunted closet during the birthday party scene in The Sixth Sense (hey, another HJO role!).
I got angry at the punk/SF film Liquid Sky for being poorly written, clumsily acted and stoopid beyond belief, wasting both my money and my time.
I got angry at the revised version of Star Wars. Han shot first, dammit!
I got angry at the revised umpeenth edition of Blade Runner. Deckard is not a replicant, dammit!
I may be a little lost here- are we talking about getting angry because of the theme of the movie- i.e portraying the Holocaust- or are we talking of being angry at the movie because of it’s slant or interpretation of a topic?
Ex-Leper: Okay, sir, my final offer: half a shekel for an old ex-leper?
**Brian: **Did you say “ex-leper”? Ex-Leper: That’s right, sir, 16 years behind a veil and proud of it, sir. Brian: Well, what happened? Ex-Leper: Oh, cured, sir. Brian: Cured? Ex-Leper: Yes sir, bloody miracle, sir. Bless you! Brian: Who cured you? Ex-Leper: Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business, all of a sudden, up he comes, cures me! One minute I’m a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood’s gone. Not so much as a by-your-leave! “You’re cured, mate.” Bloody do-gooder.