Film Reviews and Escapism

Greetings, gentle readers.
To start off, I recently watched the film "Shrink" from 2009 and was thoroughly nonplussed by the ridiculously narcissistic view that Hollywood thrusts mightily at the world's face in such a rough and unsophisticated manner.  Strangely enough, Kevin Spacey's performance was the only thing that stopped me from turning the thing off at numerous points.  His strange sexual accusation situation exploded the very next day, and suddenly mentioning the man as a competent actor is no longer acceptable in casual conversation.  Not to defend him, and not that I ought to do so, but I have already mentioned in this very blog that Hollywood has known about sexually abusive indiscretions for decades now, but no-one has done anything about it because too many people were gaining advantages from it.

Why I Hate "Shrink" and Films Like It

In any event, my problem with this film is not Hollywood's seedy backstage manoeuvering, but with the inflated messianic complex that it seems to convey.
To summarize: 

• people problems like grief cannot be addressed unless through the medium of Hollywood film, and certainly cannot be resolved until the theatrical release.
• scriptwriters are the impoverished and authentic truthtellers of the world, suffering for their art and toiling through disenfranchisement and marginalization to define the human condition so as to enlighten the masses.
• actors are the martyrs of humanity, actualizing their childhood traumae to realize the creative visions of people who truly understand struggle and conflict.
• producers are the true humanitarians and servants of society, who select the noblest of causes before choosing to bring them to the greater attention of the world's population for the betterment of us all, without word or whisper of any recompense.

Weep, o weep yearning voices for the torment of these wretched and lost souls, wandering without any reward or release from their unending torment. 

Shower Songlist

• America, by Bree Sharp
• If I Had My Way, by Big Sugar
• In the Hall of the Mountain King, performed by the Electric Light Orchestra
• Ordinary Average Guy, by Joe Walsh
• Blister in the Sun, by the Violent Femmes
• It's the End of the World as We Know It, by Great Big Sea.

Gosh.  The song titles almost read as a narrative by themselves.
Finally, I'll mention that I'll review "Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets" in my next installment and that I shall endeavour to spare neither the rod nor the riches in my assessment thereof.
Until the next time I run my unworthy self under the water, I bid thee adieu.
Good night England and the Colonies,
—mARKUS