I almost enjoyed Prometheus –– even though I felt obliged to fast forward through the silliest gory parts and, when I realized that my rental window was rapidly closing, skimmed through the boring parts –– but honestly, it makes no sense.
Years ago, I had dinner and hung out briefly with Damon Lindelof the writer (and co-creator of Lost) –– this was back in the day when he was working on Nash Bridges starring Don Johnson –– and the guy definitely has talent and obviously drive.
But he’s somehow managed to cast a weird enchantment that allows people to view as intriguing or mysterious scripts that really just Don’t Make Sense. [I feel like whoever the exposing force is in The Emperor’s New Clothes.]
I suppose it doesn’t matter but the movie’s budget and astonishing technical beauty –– there’s a line in The New Yorker review I like: “the sets and the effects might as well have their price tags dangling from them” –– but it’s amazing that somehow the utter lack of intellectual rigor behind the script translates as sacred mystery.
[There’s a joke cliche on film sets –– “They’ll fix it in post” –– when there’s some glaring production problem. You get the feeling the writer and director’s mantra was “We’ll figure out some explanation for that in the sequel.”]
Anyway, I’m shrugging it off.
As for the rest of my day …
Imagine a 9:30 am yoga client and 2pm creative client, 30 minutes of jump rope, tons of organizing, defrosting the freezer, dropping out of my Neagle Mastermind sub-group –– which promptly dissolved itself 20 minutes later –– and you’ve pretty much got the picture of my totally FANTASTIC Sunday (seriously … it was an Awesome day).
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