Some say Lakeside isn't what it used to be--that would be true about movies, which are now first run and cost $6.00. We have the only movie theater in Ottawa County, and movies like the one we saw last night probably led to the decline of Hollywood. I wasn't expecting a great work of art or drama when we decided to see "My life in ruins," with Nia Vardalos (My big fat Greek wedding). Maybe a good laugh, chick flick. But I also didn't expect one of the worst movies I've seen in years, worse even than that one with Rene Zellwiggle where she's the hot shot CEO who moves from Miami to Minnesota and doesn't even own a coat and falls in love with the union boss. In this one, the college professor tour guide falls in love with the hairy bus driver named Poopy Cockus or something like that. All sorts of middle school bathroom jokes. Stupid tourists who would rather shop than look at ruins, Australians no one can understand, and Canadians who riot when mistaken for U.S. citizens. Very little good footage of ruins. However, the air conditioner in the theater is so loud it did occasionally drown out the bad dialog.
Is it so hard to make a movie about a woman college graduate who's too dumb to come in from the rain, who doesn't need to be rescued by a big, hairy guy, a black or Hispanic maid, or her sick kid?
Thursday, August 06, 2009
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