Naturally, I did get a ton of comments from people talking about how much they 'hated' the film. I do not the leastways care. If I wanted to listen to the opinion of total strangers regarding the poor quality of anything, I would go looking for it.
Because, see, it would be easy to find. Every film listed on IMDb has some idiot declaiming its value. This is universal. Every film is bad. Every film is, conversely, good. As such, the user comments on every film follow the same pattern - "I don't know why people say this film is . . ." whatever.
The result, from the manufacturer becomes - evidentially - that there is no such thing as a good film. There is no such thing as a bad film. There is only a film that makes money and a film that does not make money.
If people say a film is bad, but continue to pay for bad films, then their opinion ceases to matter. Let the moviegoers squawk. Hate, like, love, despise, its all the same thing so long as the money is there. Personal film criticism has no meaning.
Do you understand? If you're the sort of fool that wonders why Hollywood (or anyone else) can't seem to make a 'good' film, you have to realize that the internet removed the last sense that such mattered. The only film that anyone is trying to make is a film that looks annoying enough that you'll see it.
This need, then, to explain your personal feelings about any part of the film simply becomes a form of free advertising. Wow, I wonder why its so bad - I should see it. Wow, it sounds really good - I should see it.
A few weeks back I got into a literary discussion about Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter. It was quite a good discussion; at points it became passionate - which is always interesting with an ex-soldier jazz musician. We talked about the A-for-America theory and the isolation of women by the church theory and a few nuances, but here's the point. We didn't talk about whether or not the book was any good. Not because we automatically assumed that it was - in fact, I can say without reservation that neither the other fellow nor I actually like the book. I wouldn't rush out to read it again.
If there were a reason to do so, however, I wouldn't mind that much. Like, dislike, that's fairly immaterial. The book is written by a competent writer discussing a social issue related to a time that itself recognized the writer's worth. The book is written well - which is not to say this makes the book easy to read.
In fact, it is not. And that is relevant. As I pointed out with Dante recently, Hawthorne takes work. Most morons, it must be said, will not do it. 80, 90 pages in, they'll find themselves thinking, "What the fuck am I reading this boring shit for?" They'll rush around to all their peers (since school is the only thing that has any chance of making them read a book like this) and say, "Yeah, that Scarlet Crap Book is a total Snore. Jeez, what a crappy book."
There is a second class of morons, however - those that will power through the book, reading every word - and yet coming out the other side with nothing. They'll read the book - and damn near every book - as though the process of getting to the other side is the point. Nevermind the nuance - "I read every word, and I don't see what the big deal is."
This is why I think so little of people who say they read books . . . but give no indication in their behaviour to suggest as much. This is why the fellow sitting across the table from me, debating a book neither of us like, is a friend of mine. Because I respect him. I know that when he says he's read a book, he's actually read it. That is to say, he can talk about the book for twenty, thirty minutes at a time, he understands all the subtle clues and references the author took the time to invest into the book.
Regarding strangers and their ability to read - or see films - I don't have a fucking clue what they think or know or comprehend. I suspect, from the presentation of their opinions, very little. Very fucking little.
But see, I wouldn't have any of these people as my friends. Because they're morons. Do they dislike the film? Well good for them. Did they actually pay attention to the film? Tch. Probably not.
Most don't. And I mean most. In terms of percentages, the morons would equal every state and county in the union except the population of Cherry County, Nebraska. Not that all the smart people are there - far from it. But that's the number of people in America who's opinion about movies would be one I would actually respect.
Those of you who commented lately, whose comments didn't get published? No, you're not in that number. You and I, you see, could never be friends. Because you're a moron.
No, I don't care if you believe me. I really don't care.
The three people I published? They're on probation. One I've met, but we didn't really have the time to get into an intellectual discussion. We mostly talked about D&D.
I'm really, really comfortable tossing most of you out with the trash. Just saying.
The person who's actual opinion I would value would be Luc Besson's. I'd like to know how he feels making a movie like this in a culture that does not care if it makes good or bad movies. I'd like to know if he feels it reached his goals or if for various reasons it didn't manage to reach in as deep as he wanted.
Since Besson spent the time and the money and his sweat, and since he's the one who took the chance and did the work, his opinion matters. The opinion of people who saw the film and did nothing else, sorry, no, those opinions do not matter.
Don't tell me if the movie is fucking good or not. What are you, a moron? Tell me whether or not you think you'd take the advice of someone you knew very well who reassured you that your kidney was going to cave in the next few months; and how you would relate to your kidneys if you had the knowledge of their function that you have of your hands or your eyes. Talk to me about having that consciousness and how you would live your life otherwise if you had it; and then talk to me about how you conceal the knowledge that your kidneys are functioning, right now, in a manner that you pay no attention to, simply because your brain - or evolution - doesn't work that way.
Talk to me about that. Use your brain - and while you're doing that, consider how the use of your brain simply denies your knowledge of millions of things that you 'know' are happening, but can't assess in real time.
Because that's what the film is about. If you want to talk to me about what the film is about, then stop fucking yourself with your I-feel-good-about-myself dildo and open a discussion.