No One Will Be Seated After the First 22-Minutes!
There
was a time that I saw everything released.
Some weeks I would go see a movie every night. Art House things at 11:45 pm - on a work
night yet. Retro Houses on Saturday or (and) Sunday afternoons - Harryhausen,
Marx Brothers, Flynn, Bogie. Then -- after the kids came along -- it was a
little multi-plex, second run, dollar house.
I checked once, in 1988 I saw EVERYTHING that was released. I bought copies of everything that I really
liked - and found I never watched them. . .
Then
along came something called Netflix. I could make a list and they would send
the movie to me. Small films that I no longer had to seek out - could watch in
the comfort of my living room - at 11:45 pm, on a work night. Then Netflix decided I should have their
entire collection at my fingertips, hmmmm. Netflix begat Crave. . .and Prime. . .and
Apple. . .and Disney+. . .and + and + and low and behold, I had everything at
my fingertips. A flat screen almost the
same size as the dollar house multi-plex screen. And a remote control with a
fast-forward button. . .at my fingertips.
So now, I no longer watch anything.
The
Cancel Culture stepped in took over the Oscars and Golden Globes, literally
telling them who their vote of “Best” should go for. Reducing the value of any
film award - though the Oscars had fallen in value ever since the broadening of
their categories. And a Pandemic swept across the land, closing theaters --
somehow, I resigned myself to this inevitability. I was okay with it - while I would miss
sitting in a darkened room, red velvet brocade material covering the walls, a ninety-foot
screen taking me away - the movie going experience was, sadly, to be something from
the past.
Everything
changes. So what becomes of me - the
admitted movie. I will sit here, remote
in hand, poised over the fast forward button. Speeding through the fifteen different
production logos at the start of the first reel. Speeding through exposition that
it all falls victim too - it is a visual medium - show it, don’t say it. Visuals
“fixed in Post”. Re-boot-gurgitated plots. Shaking my head as TV-Movies are
awarded Oscars and Globes - ever hear of the Emmys, folks? I will sit here
watching nothing -- that is unless it stars Jeff Daniels, Peter Dinklage or
Laura Linney. . .or is directed by Del Toro or Tarantino.
Shhhh!
I gotta go. . .something’s starting.
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