waste

Ugh. Last night, Belinda fell asleep early, and I stayed up to catch up on my Netflix.

I watched Big Fish. So many people I know have told me how great that movie was, and how much they liked it. I thought it was a piece of shit.

First of all, no movie should feature so many people from Alabama. Alabamans are annoying. It's their accent, their love of murdering defenseless animals, and their love of living in mosquito-infested swamps that I have so little patience for. So as far as I am concerned no movie should feature a person who likes these things, unless it makes sense to do so. Like if the movie was about incest and moonshine, then it should definitely have some Alabamans in it. I find Californians pretending to be from Alabama even more annoying.

Second, the movie is about a self-absorbed old fart (played by Albert Finney, who used to be talented) that is about to croak. Oh yeah, and he's a pathological liar. All that this fucker spouts is lies and fabrications. In fact he tells so many lies, fabrications and tall tales, that no one in his family, or even the old fart knows what's true anymore. In fact the whole movie is not about the plot (father and son coming to terms after years of estrangement) but rather the whole movie is just the impossibly tall tales being acted out. The movie tries very hard to capture some of that Forrest Gump sort of feel, but falls way, way short.

By the end of the movie, the old fart has 1-1/2 feet in the grave, and we're supposed to think, "Gee, maybe it wasn't all lies, maybe all of these stories are true! Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all." Fucking bullshit.

What a waste of two hours.