Stupid Scenes in Movies
Hollywood film-makers do it because they think we like it. But we've paid our money up front and gone to see these films only to find the dumb stuff already there! Say what?
Perfect Storm, Opening scene: pretty girl tosses in bed in throes of nightmare. She wakes, looks out window and sees her beau's fishing fleet in calm waters. Blimey, for someone who's strapped for cash, she sure found a nice beachview property.
Cut to morning, play ET music. Visual: Triumphant return of two fleet boats flanking and frolicking with each other on their way back to harbour, etc, etc
Pretty girl sprints down to quayside to meet Marky Mark, flings arms round and practically humps him to death on the spot. Typical relationship there, then. A few hours later in the bar, when Clooney, the ships captain, offers him another bit of work, the heroine screams in Marky's face about his selfishness and storms off! I'm confused: does she want the mortgage arrears paid off or not? It appears the heroine is quite a terrible person, but female audiences are supposed to identify with her thus: 'you go, sister! you CAN have it all!'
Just before that little skit, we see a young man bundling a lady upstairs to the knocking shop above the bar. Moments later, as the bar ceiling shakes to the motion of their exertions, the 'herioine' raises her glass in salute to her fellow woman's prostitutory (is that a word?) activities. Ahh, so you approve, then?? I just DONT understand American women.
Meanwhile outside, another guy (John C. Reilly) negotiates with his ex-wife for time with his yong son. The wholesome ex, who makes clear she couldn't live the life they formerly had, happily agrees to allow the son to go in to the dive bar/knocking-shop with Pops to watch him get loaded and shoot pool for the next few hours!
Ok, enough. I switched channels and The Fugitive was just starting. Tommy Lee Jones, the deputy US Marshall pursues Harrison, while dressed head-to-toe in SWAT gear. Next scene, Tommy's dressed like a Harvard professor, gazing out from the 80th floor of his glass skysraper - because that's where the Marshall's office would be, right? 80th floor in the Financial District.
Then, a scene later, he's in hobo's rags for a ghetto raid (what happened to the SWAT gear??) Then he's back in his Harvard pomp, with his little red scarf, mincing after Harrisson as he tries to escape through the St Patricks Day parade!!
Time for bed, I think......