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Why do I sometimes feel like I'm obligated to like some movies that are released? It's almost as though some movies receive so much acclaim, be it from critics or fans, that I almost think I have to like them even when I don't. And then, if I don't like them, I feel bad about it and go back and try to create reasons to like it anyway. How twisted and wrong is that?
Well, I'm done making excuses for movies I don't like. It's my opinion and I'm sticking by it. After all, isn't that what entertainment is all about? Watching or hearing something and letting it "hit you" in that special way so it leaves an indelible mark on your psyche?
So that's what I'm doing from here on out. No more forcing myself to like something. Forget that. It's not worth my time. If I don't like, I don't like it. And there's little to nothing that anybody can do about it.
Here I go... No Country For Old Men... sucked. And, for some reason, I think Katie and I are going to be the only two people in the world who feel this way.
Seriously, though, it was painfully boring and slowwwwww. Dear Christ, each minute was laborious. I think that if I were to time a minute of that movie, it would've equaled 120 seconds of real time, it was that slow.
Sure, Javier Bardem was good in an incredible creepy and menacing way and he had one heckuva cool gun, but that wasn't enough to save it.
The ending was painful and I felt no allegiance to any character in the film. It almost struck me that all of them deserved what they got.
Oh, and what is up with Netflix's timing service? Or maybe it's the movie studio that is to blame, but the envelope from Netflix listed this movie as being two hours and 22 minutes. So when the film cut to black at 1:57, I was left hanging. I thought there was going to be more. Some sort of resolution to the whole thing. But I got nothing. Nothing but credits. And I felt empty as a result.
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