February 21, 2011 @ 18:05
As part of the Patterson Family Day festivities, we decided to take in a movie. Me and my wife Delyse, my daughter Melanie, her fine husband Josh, my son Danny and his sweet girlfriend Shawna ventured over to Silver City Brampton and for what we thought was going to be a motion picture.
Instead we paid for a big steaming turd.
The movie was called "Just Go With It" and I find the title to extremely ironic, because after this crapola was completed and those guilty of producing it sat in a board room knowing full well how horrid it was, they had to adopt the same attitude.
"It's lousy and bad and embarrassing, but what are we gonna do at this point? Let's just go with it."
If this movie has any redeeming quality it's the thought process it initiates as you wonder how anybody could write this shit, who could produce this shit and how did they not shut it down halfway through when it became frighteningly apparent it was going to smell like shit.
This cinematic excrement also initiated an emotion.
As I sat there waiting for this nine hour movie to end, I thought of all the good, quality scripts that remain on desktops and in drawers and buried under others, never see the light of day because they were written by someone who didn't know the right people.
How sad that because of some contractual obligation between the movie producing elite stuff like this actually gets the OK. How sad that the movie going public has to pay for it before they find out how bad it is. How sad that Adam Sandler, Jennifer Aniston and Nicole Kidman didn't pool their money to have every frame of this clunker burned.
I'm not going to bother describing the theme or the characters because neither deserves the effort it will take for me to hit the keys on my keyboard, but I will say this. When my supplier downloads the next few movies that I can watch in the comfort of my own home for absolutely nothing, I won't feel nearly as guilty.
After today, Hollywood owes me something.
Category: Show Biz