On The Felt

Hey, turns out this blog does still exist . . . sort of

Watched Pulp Fiction last night (IMDB top 250 list).  Hadn't seen it in like six years.  Turns out it's still a frickin' masterpiece.  Tarantino may or may not be a little off the deep end, but even if he never does anything relevant again . . . we'll always have Pulp Fiction, and for that I will be forever grateful.

And then today I watched The Brothers Solomon.  I knew it was going to be bad.  But I was messing around on the computer and it has Wil Arnett in it and I thought "yep, this is going to suck, but it'll just be in the background and it has Wil Arnett in it."

Wow.  What a chunk of drippy, melty, armpit-softened Whopper that was. 

I am totally baffled by the movie industry.  What other industry is capable of producing what is for the most part absolute bollocks - at great expense - and not only survive, but prosper to a great degree?

Just as Seinfeld proposed that 95% of the population is undate-able, pretty damned near 80% of movies are unwatchable. 

Why?

Is it because the film industry is more inextricably linked to commerce than perhaps any other art form?

Is it because even crappy films often make money?

Is it some inherent flaw in the way the industry is set up?

I'm not sure, but we really need to get to the bottom of this because I'm one of these people who CANNOT turn off a movie - so I wind up watching these stinky cheese muffins all the way through to the end . . .

I'll keep you posted.