The Stories That Ruined Me
It’s become clear to me that at some point, my idea of what makes a good story has diverged from the mainstream. I have a hard time with many movies these days, where it seems that no matter how interesting it is in the beginning, the end degenerates into twenty minutes of blowing things up, mayhem, or chaos that rises to the level of absurdity. Take the ending of the recent remake of “3:10 To Yuma,” with its never-ending gunfight and ridiculous, concluding “moral” choice which defies all logic. Now contrast this with the climax of “Gone, Baby, Gone” which is a conversation between two people where the outcome will alter many lives.
I guess what I’m trying to get at it that a conversation can be more interesting, more dangerous, more fraught with peril that any action sequence.
And while were on action sequences, I’ve come to regard most of them as little more than pornography. Continue Reading »
