Well, going through them…
My reaction to Forrest Gump: If I wanted to watch real life for three hours, I can just sit on my back porch. Why should I want to watch some guy live the most made up life ever just for the sake of getting a big ‘And that’s life’? I know what life is, thank you, and it didn’t require me to go to Vietnam, catch Nickson at it, and marry a woman with AIDS. I just turned on the news.
Coen Brothers: Two hours of making fun of how stupid rural/vietnam vets/anarchists/rich people/whoever are. Sure your stories might be good, but still fuck you. Yeah, people have intrinsicacies that can be annoying or “quaint” to your world view, but frankly I just think that revelling in for your own amusement is just being an ass.
Shawshank Redemption: ? I’m not sure I ever saw a point in the movie. Guy goes to a jail, runs around for two hours as he is chased by some guys who want to rape him, while crying to Morgan Freeman about how he is really really innocent. …well okay? Where is the story? The character doesn’t advance, he wasn’t a bad guy he wasn’t weak and strengthened up to the rapist dudes but rather stayed at about the same level for the length of the movie, and who cares if he gets free? He was innocent. The whole movie seemed to have very little point beyond showing how awful life would be for a white collar guy in jail–well great, but “WASPs in Jail” isn’t a real reason for a movie going experience.
The Matrix: Well most of the cool scenes, and the entire feel of the film, was stolen from Oshii Mamoru’s Ghost in the Shell, which I had already seen. So watching them again just wasn’t the rush it was to American audiences. And then I though that they entirely wasted their story. They had a whole “other” world that they could introduce over the course of the movie, letting hints through one by one to build up to some sort of amazing revelation. But instead they just hand us the whole Matrix backstory on a platter fifteen minutes into the movie and leave us with nothing else but action sequences for the rest of the film. All of which–as said–I had already seen elsewhere.
The Godfather: Guy enters into the mafia and does “bad things.” This was a suprise? I guess I’m just not nice enough a person to be impressed by leaving horse heads in people’s sheets or killing your own brother. Otherwise the movies are just watching a family going about it’s life for six hours…which like Forrest Gump, I get enough of without going to a movie theater.
Brazil: Dunno. I think it was like 1984 done with neon-lights and girls in feathers. It just didn’t jive for me. Everything else by Gilliam I’ve been fine with.
Silence of the Lambs: I can come up with darker, smarter, scarier, and most importantly more realistic psychos than Thomas Harris can. Simply, Anthony Hopkins, rather than scaring me, just made me think of all the ways that his character was infeasible given human psychology.
The original Star Wars: Eh, it was nice action ride I guess.