Thursday, June 01, 2006
I don't always make the right choice
I went to see X-Men 3 last night. Outside the theater there were a couple of dudes in suits asking people if they were interested in attending a free sneak preview of an upcoming film. I asked them what the movie was called, and all they would tell me is that it starred Kelly Preston; like probably 90% of the people they talk to I slowly backed away at that point and said no thanks. When I got home I checked IMDB to see what Kelly Preston movies were coming out this fall, and god damn if I don't regret my decision now. The only thing she's got listed over there is Broken Bridges, which was filmed in Georgia, and just so happens to be the major motion picture debut of Mr. Toby fuckin' Keith. But it ain't just that awesome (and angry) American that makes this film look unstoppable; also appearing are Willie Nelson and Burt Reynolds, the A-list celebrity I most closely associate with my father. I'm really pissed that I missed this sure-fire classic in order to see that sorta sucky X-Men sequel. Why the hell would the suits call it a Kelly Preston flick, anyway? She hasn't had a memorable role since her turn as the wife of a monstrous talking snow-man in Jack Frost. Calling Broken Bridges a Kelly Preston film would be like calling X-Men 3 a Vinnie Jones film, or saying ET is a movie about candy. All they had to say to get me in that theater was "Toby Keith", but instead they had to make shit hard on themselves, and deprive me of a doubtlessly magical cinematic experience.
I went to see X-Men 3 last night. Outside the theater there were a couple of dudes in suits asking people if they were interested in attending a free sneak preview of an upcoming film. I asked them what the movie was called, and all they would tell me is that it starred Kelly Preston; like probably 90% of the people they talk to I slowly backed away at that point and said no thanks. When I got home I checked IMDB to see what Kelly Preston movies were coming out this fall, and god damn if I don't regret my decision now. The only thing she's got listed over there is Broken Bridges, which was filmed in Georgia, and just so happens to be the major motion picture debut of Mr. Toby fuckin' Keith. But it ain't just that awesome (and angry) American that makes this film look unstoppable; also appearing are Willie Nelson and Burt Reynolds, the A-list celebrity I most closely associate with my father. I'm really pissed that I missed this sure-fire classic in order to see that sorta sucky X-Men sequel. Why the hell would the suits call it a Kelly Preston flick, anyway? She hasn't had a memorable role since her turn as the wife of a monstrous talking snow-man in Jack Frost. Calling Broken Bridges a Kelly Preston film would be like calling X-Men 3 a Vinnie Jones film, or saying ET is a movie about candy. All they had to say to get me in that theater was "Toby Keith", but instead they had to make shit hard on themselves, and deprive me of a doubtlessly magical cinematic experience.
