The odds of me ever watching a movie are about the same as having a sex change yet I read film reviews. It’s a curiosity but nearly always they seem to be scathing, doubtless justified.
The Dominion Post’s James Croot is a special delight on this score. Outlining the plot of a recent Russell Crowe effort, he opens with, “…Rachel Flynn (the heroine) might be having a bad morning but her day and the audience’s next 90 minutes are about to get a whole lot worse.”
And further on he describes the film as cliché ridden, and quoting from Hobbes, “nasty, brutish and not short enough.” Croot is a highly amusing wordsmith although given his abuse he’s also a masochist, choosing to sit through watching these efforts. Mind you, that’s not unusual. It’s been my observation, particularly with medical specialists and lawyers, that an awful lot of people are bored witless with their career choice by middle-age, yet soldier on.
The lawyers get grumpy and concentrate on taking it out on the cause of their anger, namely their clients, with imaginative fee creationism. For the medical specialists it’s much happier, they periodically killing their customers in revenge, and who can blame them.