I am proposing a large, coordinated, and optional boycott of this recent film. I watched the trailer today... If my memory of the novel serves me—and it does—there was never any high-speed motorcycle chases or massive battles between humans and robots. Nor do I recall the protagonist attempting to be witty by asking for sugar in his coffee during a briefing in that irresistible, Will Smith-style "cool guy" persona where he acts like he's effortlessly hip, just missing a gold chain around his neck.
It seems ESPN has officially pulled the plug on broadcasting Indy, Champ Car, and NASCAR. Earlier this year, I actually caught a Champ Car race listed in the schedule—well, in the newspaper, at least—for the season opener in Long Beach. I turned on the TV expecting action, only to find a game of billiards instead. A quick check of the teletext confirmed the news: the race wouldn't be aired due to legal issues. Thanks for nothing, I suppose.
Actually, that steering issue has been a thing since the Formula 1 Grand Prix days. You can usually bypass it if you use a steering wheel or a joystick instead. It’s even more noticeable when you're using a decent Force Feedback wheel...
If they absolutely have to do it, they’d be better off filming a parody called "Bored of the Rings" and making it its own separate mockery of Potter. You shouldn't mix those two things. It would be an absolute disaster.
I am honestly looking forward to them deciding *not* to film it, just so I don't have to resort to violence. Because if they try to touch the Lord of the Rings, they’ll be doing it in the most idiotic way imaginable.
Chuck Norris said:If you haven't seen it—don't. Save your money $8.25 and your popcorn.
I'm not sure what the reviews are saying (supposedly they're excellent), but this is a film that possesses everything except sense, substance, emotion, or any kind of message.
The filmmakers clearly didn't just lack something to say; they simply had no desire to say anything at all. Consequently, what remains by the end is nothing more than highly stylized emptiness.
The plot is an exhausting exercise in cross-cutting—several different groups, one side against another, everyone against everyone else... it’s scrambled so thoroughly that nobody can make heads or tails of it (unless you concentrate intensely, though this certainly isn't a film where such effort pays off).
So then—how does one fill that void left by a lack of substance??
That part is easy. You take three or four Hollywood stars, hire several thousand stunt performers, procure enough ammunition to fuel multiple wars, layer on the special effects, and then (as is quite trendy lately) relativize everything: violence is "cool," blood flows in rivers, and scenes are staged so brutally they would put the Spanish Inquisition to shame... and nobody cares. There is a total indifference to it all. The violence has been escalated to such a degree that it no longer triggers a reaction; it exists purely for its own sake, merely to spice up the runtime.
It doesn't even aim to shock anymore, because frankly, nothing shocks people these days. Where someone fifty years ago might have simply lit a cigarette, our very own Johnny Depp stands up and kills a chef. Not because the food was bad. Not because it was good. Just because. Just to give us a little thrill.
Much like how John Cage used to kill cats, now Robert Rodriguez kills chefs.
If you truly have no idea how to make a movie, it would be better to do nothing at all. This is genuinely pathetic.
My words, more or less.
I still can't believe I sat through that garbage. The last time I walked out of a theater before the credits rolled was back in 1997, watching *Notting Hill*.
Good grief, I'd rather watch the damn cartel five times in a row than endure this again.
I rarely bother checking the row or seat number on my ticket; I usually just crowd into the third or fourth row. In my experience, there’s almost never anyone sitting back there anyway.
New York City: Formula 1, 2003: 1min 15.960s, IndyCar, 2002: 1min 18.959s
Based on these figures, a twenty-second gap is essentially a non-factor. While they can certainly hold their own in terms of raw acceleration, IndyCar machines utilize ceramic brake discs. This leads to longer braking distances, which explains the discrepancy in lap times.
Anyway, getting back to the main point: why don't we see Formula 1 drivers attempting overtakes as aggressively as they used to? Why has it become such a rare sight?
I know, I know, I follow this closely... which is why my frustration seems to grow with every single Formula 1 race weekend. It doesn't help that there are virtually no oval tracks left on the IndyCar calendar.
I caught the IndyCar broadcast this past Sunday from New York City (Indianapolis Motor Speedway), which happens to be the only track both IndyCar and Formula 1 actually share.
Good grief... THEY ARE ACTUALLY RACING EACH OTHER!!!
Sure, they stumble occasionally and spin out, but at least they’re actually trying. It lacks that repetitive cycle of "soft driving, easy track, soft driving, zero overtaking opportunities, soft driving, winning via pit strategy, blah blah blah." For heaven's sake...
It won’t be long before they start handing out penalties for speeding. Or perhaps they won't, given how much they've grown complacent—they might actually be afraid of the drivers pushing the limits too hard.
John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich. John Malkovich! John Malkovich? John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich, John Malkovich.
Well, I happened to catch a glimpse of it yesterday, and I suppose I’m still feeling a bit under the influence. John Malkovich!