I’ve briefly touched on this topic before, but still, the
question begs to be asked: Why do people tell the stories that they do? More to
the point, why do people create the
stories that they do? The answers are great and varied from a want to convey an
emotion that is too potent for mere verbal communication to contain on its own,
to an innate need to comment on something wrong with society, past or present.
Hell, sometimes it can be just a desire to tell a story and using whatever
elements are at your low-to-nill disposable income to make it happen. Insert joke
about how Happy Madison’s alumni don’t need a reason for the films they make
and just do it for the money.
That mentality that looks into why these stories exist is the main reason why I love metafiction as much as I do; I love stories that question the inner workings of its own making and the people pulling the strings to make it happen. So, even considering this film’s current standing at a flat 0% on Rotten Tomatoes, I’ll admit that I was curious about this one. Since we’re all thinking the same thing at this point, that I’m giving this film too much credence to exist, let’s just get into this thing already.
That mentality that looks into why these stories exist is the main reason why I love metafiction as much as I do; I love stories that question the inner workings of its own making and the people pulling the strings to make it happen. So, even considering this film’s current standing at a flat 0% on Rotten Tomatoes, I’ll admit that I was curious about this one. Since we’re all thinking the same thing at this point, that I’m giving this film too much credence to exist, let’s just get into this thing already.
