The only thing scary about Paranormal Activity 4
is that the franchise died about two movies ago AND YET IT STILL LIVES
My memoir, cont’d - What Silver Linings Playbook gets terribly, horribly, irrevocably wrong about mental illness
This is the hell that is my life: I go to a movie to have a good time and end up seeing my life getting portrayed. This is a common experience for many people, only for me it often goes completely wrong. The message gets garbled and completely fucked up and I leave the theater with bitterness and regret.
This is a common experience with very bad movies, but then something like Silver Linings Playbook comes along, a very good movie that gets so close to the truth that it’s a complete and utter tragedy how wrong it is about everything.
My father is an unmedicated Bipolar, just like Bradley Cooper’s character, Pat, is in SLP, you see. My mother, like Jennifer Lawrence’s character, Tiffany, is an undiagnosed Borderline Personality (that’s my diagnosis of her character; and no, I’m not a psychologist, I just lived with two BPDs in my life for 32 years). Unlike Pat and Tiffany, however, my father’s crazy was not the cure for for my mother’s crazy—which turns out to be the supposed moral of SLP. What this movie gets so terribly wrong is that two crazy people don’t make two sane people, they just make one big, crazy mess. Oh, also: mental illness is never fun, and never results in a happy ending for anybody.
Why no one gets Prometheus, why the sci fi community, of all people, SHOULD, and why no one will probably understand my argument in this review
I’ve been stewing in my own juices, as they say, over writing this blog post, reading other reviews, seeing people respond to my excited Facebook rantings about the film in ways I can’t quite fathom…
(in response to my recent Facebook status update that I would be seeing the film a third time before it leaves theaters)
“See if you can close all the plot holes while you’re there.”
“You could certainly write a better screenplay while you’re there.”
“I liked Prometheus, but I’m unable to figure out why you’re so obsessed with it.”
I guess I shouldn’t be particularly surprised that even my above-average-intelligence Facebook friends (most of whom are lawyers, professors, and other types of knowledge-focused professionals) aren’t really getting behind this movie, but what shocks me even more is how many die-hard sci fi fans aren’t, IMO, getting why they didn’t like the film (two of the comments above are from folks who are major fans of the genre). Yes, you read that right: I think the entire criteria most people are using for liking/disliking this film are way off-base. AND: I think this has to do with longstanding tensions between science fiction films and their more-esteemed dramatic counterparts, tensions that will probably bleed over into any responses to this “review,” rendering my (admittedly highly nuanced (read: academic)) argument below null and void.
***SPOILERS PROMULGATE FASTER THAN THE BLACK OOZE BELOW***
BOY AM I SICK OF PEOPLE HATING ON PROMETHEUS
Is it wrong that I’m getting insanely angry at everyone hating on Prometheus every time I post about it on Facebook? Here’s what I recently said to all my Facebook “friends”:
Do I go on your walls and hate on movies you love? No. Please don’t do so on mine. Just because you didn’t like the movie, doesn’t make it a bad movie, folks. 73% of critics gave it a thumbs up and so did 73% of fans, so… OR, how about if you are going to hate on it, you at least back up your claims with some evidence, AND, if you haven’t seen any of the other films, well, your case is going to be pretty flimsy… #endrant