Wednesday, December 07, 2005

saw Mr and Mrs Smith

the other nite. shitty fucking movie, and if it weren't for the brad and jen breakup hype it'd hold no immediate interest as a viewing experience. But, you just can't help but dig on the heuristic simulacrum-miness of Brad becoming his own archetype for narcissistic destruction.




You don't think that's Hollywood Magic?



You're goddamn right that's Hollywood movie magic.


Demand the return of the Old Gods
and they're all like, "dude, we're there."








Mr and Mrs Smith was indeed a huge shitfest, but a couple of days later this Mrs Smith can appreciate the singularity of message: married partners compete. You can do therapy thru three sets of Birkenstocks and still get mileage out of this. We compete. We will tear each limb from limb doing it. We don't give a fuck.

Isn't it a shock? Married people compete and hold each other in contempt and still expect compassion. We all fucking do it, and if you haven't yet, give it five or six years.

Mr and Mrs Smith are doomed by their competition just like the rest of us schmucks. They aren't sympathetic characters (ibid). They are hired assassins and they actually like working for the man because it feeds their big fucking egos.



They are butchers withholding their choice meat, either to hoard it for themselves or for special customers. Are we supposed to care? I really didn't care. I wanted to see them kill each other.

And so there's the inevitable money-shot: THEY KILL THE HOUSE. Literally set it on fire.
It's a symbol for their crucible. Isn't that sweet?

If only it were so easy in everyone's Town Without Pity.


In the movie, Jolie's character had dinner at 7. New drapes. And everything under control. Hubby Brad; the ultimate guy with the old man tool shed, dirty socks and Poison (Poison?) blaring, is content to be the child in the mix. Does he want a mommy? Does she want a child? No and no, but there they are.






THEN, the stunt people come in to blow up the house so Brad and Jen -- I mean Jolie -- can rebuild from scratch.



All better.

All their personal work happens in one fell swoop, and if you don't think that's the Magic of Hollywood...


"you're goddamn right that's THE MAGIC OF HOLLYWOOD."

2 Comments:

Blogger bill said...

I thought the final shoot out at the store was pretty awesome.

Friday, December 09, 2005 7:30:00 PM  
Blogger spookygrrrl said...

I haven't seen it yet, but I hope in the future to have an Angelina film watching weekend. Mmmmm...I can't imagine anything better than an Angelina & Brad sandwich.

Sunday, December 11, 2005 7:09:00 PM  

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