When it comes to movies, I am aware that I must expect the unexpected. Taking chances is a mental fray so rarely taken by perfectionists, it's scary.
As a professional writer I must
write my fucking ass off just to make a decent amount of money. Yet the insatiable desire to experience the movie-going reeving effect causes me to totally empty my pockets, sit in a theater chair directly in the middle of the screen (I will literally switch seats until I'm in the middle. Trust!), and forget about my financial woes.
I eagerly waited the arrival of the movie
The Number 23, starring Jim Carrey. I figured it would be some dark, psychological thriller that pulsates with true and accurately proven data. But when I read the reviews, I was sadly mistaken. The critics said,
"It had about 23 holes in the plot that needed to be filled."
I immediately read the reviews for
Black Snake Moan, which seems like a confusion of genre, the nucleus: wonderful down South blues, and a sexily-clad Christina Ricci. All of the critics agreed that the movie was interesting to watch, but those wrongly timed giggles seemed to cause Black Snake to mock itself.
So what do you do? Do you take a chance, spend your hard earned money on an expensive and wack ass movie (plus the cost of popcorn, nachos, pop, and candy... I'm a greedy pig, I'll admit it), or do you stay at home and not live because of another person's opinion?
Hell, the critics thought The Long Kiss Goodnight was a beer-drinking-macho-explosion-guy's type of movie, and I thought it was great. Well, I am a guy...
So when it comes down to my expedition to the movie theater in order to empty my pockets and be taken away from Toledo, Ohio, which one of these movies will deliver? Will it be 23 holes of questionable plot and corny endings, or a unique sophomore critical flop from Hustle and Flow director, Craig Brewer? What is a perfectionist to do?