There is nothing worse than writing about a film’s
inefficiencies, and in the process only highlighting those same inefficiencies
in your own writing. Like writing about something not being funny, while you
yourself aren’t making people laugh either, or describing a dull event that
itself reads like the literate version of paint drying. And as I find myself
trying to muster up things to write about in regards to this movie… yeah, I am
honestly worried that I’m just going to bore my dear readers to tears in trying
to express how much I didn’t engage with this particular work.
Part of me just wants to write the whole thing off and just…
not write about it. But that would put this film in a category outside of
pretty much every other film I’ve written about on here, and while it’s not
nearly that bad, it’s certainly not that special either.
