WELL well well…
just as I thought.
This movie was fucking awesome. I can’t believe that I almost didn’t go to see it. I started to read all of the movie reviews and second-guessed myself, which I don’t usually do. I kept reading about how awful it was from every angle and specific and it definitely made my Spidey-sense go up.
I mean, come on. You think Will Smith and EdwardfuckingNorton and all those other good good actors would just sign-on to some wackadoodle bullshit? No. No, they wouldn’t.
And in my last post I was writing so quick (so I wouldn’t miss the beginning) that I forgot to even mention Edward Norton is in it, who just gets points because he is so chill.
But before I get too bromance about it, let’s all have a hand for the hot, hot,
still hot Kera Knightly. I think I can still say hot.
(She’s really hot.)
Ok, enough curse words because just in case someone who in the future would like to date me again and reads through my blog website, they don’t get the idea I am not a good honest guy, because I am. So, back to the spidey-sense, I went to go and see the movie anyway and it made me think. If you look past some of the mental flairs you would see that this movie is way deeper than what they were really talking about.
It was weird, right off the bat, I got the sense in my mind that all the members of the board were just like mirrors of different parts of my own personality, reflected back at me. They were trying to kick my outer ME out of the business, the one wearing the public mask and pulling it all together. OR, they were trying to pull me in with them. So it was good to look past the simple plot into what it means for the whole human being.
WEll, I won’t tell the movie so I won’t give the plot (even though a bunch of critics decided to try to undermine the movie and do that already, what assholes).
It doesn’t make sense how the critics would discourage people in the world to see this good movie, sure, some parts were absurd, but absurd in the way chopping down a tree and dragging it into your living room, abusing and humiliating it, and then dumping it on the corner or city dump when you’re through with your fun is absurd.
That makes me think. It made me, toward the end, when listening to Kera Knightly talk about love, it made me decide to delete my Tinder account.
I re-signed up recently because EVERYONE is on it, but it still just doesn’t think real. I get so many matches from swipes but nobody talks to me. Kera made me think of what it would feel like to have a real connection again, and now I have hope that there is someone, somewhere out there who would not throw me in the city dump, or the corner.
Maybe that’s not true, but thank you Fresh Prince for rekindling the good parts I have left in me.