Movie in the Other Room
Odd that I wrote something about experiencing movies yesterday, because today I experienced one in an unusual way. I didn’t see much of it, but I did hear a lot of it, since it was played downstairs as I sat in my office just upstairs. The movie I’m talking about is Waterworld.
Yuriko picked up a VHS copy of the movie at the library without knowing much about it other than it’s a Kevin Kostner vehicle (which is more of a recommendation for her than me). She probably hadn’t been paying attention when it burst on the scene like a rotten gourd in 1995. Neither did I, actually, and to be fair, I didn’t know much more about it than its reputation as a bomb.
Well, why be fair when it comes to overrated actors and absurdly expensive entertainments? Bomb seems to be apt, since I heard a lot of explosions. And a lot of yelling, the kind people do in action movies with a lot of explosions. A handful of lines were clear, but my favorite was this: “Don’t just stand there, kill something!” I guess a bad guy said that one.
“Was it as bad as people say?” I asked Yuriko at the end. She laughed for quite a while. “It was like 12-year-olds made that movie,” she answered.