Site Update:I've completed my last new movie review for the next while, for Snowpiercer. I only finished writing it yesterday, and You're Next was slated first, but the latter is still in theaters (on a late June release? how?), so it should go live tomorrow to provide whatever boost I may bestow.
However, I simply lack the time to do more movie reviews, and to do them right, at the moment. Anyway, I think it's one of my best reviews ever - and there's still much fun to be had with all the posts I prepared months ago, like Glengarry, Frodo and Sam, Taimak, Mel Brooks, free Music Documentaries...
Moving on: I try not to give in to schadenfreude much, but there are some people that inspire zero sympathy and compassion from me. One such is Michael Bay. And, a while back, he was basically hired to give a speech at a demo for a new kind of television set.
This man, whose films have grossed insane amounts of cash at the box office, starts to talk about how he works as a director and what film means to him. It's all a scripted preamble before he is supposed to turn around and describe how these new TVs will provide a great, fresh way to experience and enjoy (his) motion pictures.
But, then, as if karma finally caught up to this mega-successful man who always aims for the cheapest, dumbest possible audience: the teleprompter breaks down. Mr. Bay complains about this, only to have the electronics exec beside him invite Michael to just wing it.
And then, this director - whose films have been major box office blockbusters since 1996 - finds himself incapable of describing to a room full of people what it is that he does for a living and why they should like it. With barely an effort, Bay just leaves the stage.
Isn't it just... grand? Every time I even think about this moment, it makes me want to drift off into a wonderful, restful sleep. Maybe there is a god, after all...