Next. I just described it to my friend and even though it’s been months since I’ve seen it, it made my eye twitch and my blood pressure rise.
I hate that fucking movie and I (mostly) hate Nicholas Cage. The ending just makes me so angry…
What it really is is a way for snotty IMDb-dwelling wanna-be cinéastes to be able to one-up anyone who doesn’t fawn on their pet director/writer/stylistic conceit as the pinnacle of Art.
Actually, I don’t. I try not to hate anyone, it gives them power over you. I frequently disagree with you and I find your opinion on art in general and movies in particular to be pretty out there, but that’s no reason to hate you. For some reason though, you seem to let my disagreement get under your skin. You shouldn’t. I certainly don’t take ANYTHING I see on a message board seriously enough to let it upset me IRL.
Ever watch “Teachers” with Nick Nolte?
Again, nice to see you compare yourself to me so favorably. But disappointing to see you be so dishonest. Though not surprising.
OK, for movies that actually made me angry-
Traffic, Requiem for a Dream and 13. Why? They all decide to use “girl has sex with a black guy” as their movie shorthand for “this girl has fallen as far as she can fall.” And I don’t appreciate the idea that the ultimate descent into sin is a white girl having sex with a black man.
Sure, it’s only a movie. And say, Paradise Lost, is just a book. And Shakespeare’s plays should only be regarded as some mindless entertainment and nothing more. Stuff has meaning, and that meaning can become a part of our culture for centuries.
Okay, whatever you say. 
Have fun.
Sorry, hadn’t seen CKD’s admonition till just now.
But it’s certainly the case that I’ve become conditioned to immediately expect a personal insult whenever I see RikWriter come into a thread I’ve been participating in; a visceral, conditioned expectation.
Dogville. I came out of this film livid, hating the director. And the really annoying part is that asshole would probably be pleased with my reaction.
The entire collected works of Peter Greenaway. And yes, due to circumstances beyond my control, I have seen the entire miserable, awful collected works of this terrible director, up to the previously mentioned assault on John Gielgud called “Prospero’s Books”. In fairness, he does have talent. He would make a good art director for a decent director. But his own work embodies the worst of independent film.
Bing. Go.
You say that like a smug European director. Where’s your beret?
That piece of trash was not anti-American, it was anti-human. It was the most hateful piece of crap I ever saw until the equally loathsome “Funny Games”.
I know. I agree. And I loved it.
Oh yes. That was one of the most godawful, degrading pieces of cinematic garbage I’ve ever had the misfortune to endure.
Ummm. What she was doing was her…ok, say it with me, sound it out, her choooooice. Heaven forbid. Yeah know I don’t want feminists telling me what to do with my body anymore than I do men. Kinda misses the point. She didn’t want an abortion so she didn’t get one. But she still thought about her child because she knew that was important. Important to her. She did what she thought was best for her fetus…and you’re going to question that? Antiabortion screed my pale white ass.
Watch The Five Obstructions. I hated him until I saw that. Now I hate him and respect him.
I would agree with you on that point except for Thirteen. That movie is very cleverly filmed in such a way that as the girls’ lives start to spiral downhill, the color becomes faded and washed out, very gradually, until it was no longer in color at all (that point represented the true “ultimate low point”). The sneaking out and having sex with the black guy comes well before this point, when the movie is still in color. In this case, it’s not even so much “having sex with a black guy” as “sneaking out at night, going out with a black guy, and having fun and partying and doing drugs and then having sex with him.”
The black guy in this case was a neighborhood teenager who the girl seemed to have a crush on, they weren’t that far apart in age, and the sexual encounter is not shown as some debased thing - the girl and her friend sneak out at night with the black guy and his friends (a group of both black and white boys) and get high and run around in the park and then have sex under the stars. The girls in the film live in a multi-racial neighborhood and there’s nothing incoherent about them hanging out with the black boys. Also, the black guy wasn’t supposed to be some kind of sinister or corrupting figure, he was just a nice average teenage boy - I don’t think he was trying to take advantage of the girl’s age or her drug habits.
Later on in the movie - when the color becomes washed out - the girl does get taken advantage of by an older guy who tries to fuck her in the dressing room of a store while she’s obviously completely spaced out on some drugs that he gave her. (She doesn’t do anything with him, ultimately, but he tries to get her to suck his cock.) This guy is white though.
I don’t watch a lot of “arty” (for lack of a better word) films, but I went out of my way and drove a half-hour to see Funny Games, because I love American Psycho and the trailers made it look like it might strike that same note of extremely dark comedy.
It didn’t. That movie made me ill. It was painfully cruel and not funny at all.
Other movies that make me upset are Away from Her and The Notebook, even though I haven’t seen them. Their plots as summarized upset me enough. Alzheimers and dementia is one of the saddest freaking things that exists in this world, worse than death, worse than broken hearts, worse than almost anything. I find the idea that someone would enjoy watching a movie about the most heartbreaking illness I can imagine…upsetting. Very upsetting, to the point of anger, not because they don’t have a right to their taste but because the subject matter is so hopeless and bleak to me. It’s one of the few things from real life that I really feel should be unilaterally left out of movies and books.
Aw, c’mon meenie7, you could have sent a friend ( ) out to catch that flick and tell you how it was beforehand.
Ha! 
He doesn’t like super-violent movies. He did not attend that film and he was happy he didn’t when I told him about it. ( right back atcha. :D)
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