Classics... To Everyone Else but Me.
King Kong. A triumph of effects at the expense of story and character -- no wonder George Lucas, Peter Jackson, et al love it. To me it's just slow, dated and clunky. At least the '76 version had the good sense not to take itself seriously.
Gone With the Wind. Or, Four Hours With a Spoiled, Uninteresting Bitch.
Doctor Zhivago. Soap opera nonsense dressed in expensive costumes and high-toned speechifying. Looks gorgeous, especially on the big screen, but there's nothing between its pretty ears.
The Sound of Music. Schmaltz, tripe, corn. If it's on, I'm out.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind. What some feel is a touching story about chasing your dreams is, to me, really about a fool who deserts his family. To each, his own.
Blade Runner. Looks great. First half an hour or so is fabulous. Then you realize that there's not much story, just a lot of art direction and fancy lighting and steam, and it just bores me senseless.
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