I rented New York Doll last night. When my little sister (16) asked what the movie was like I told her it would be a documentary. 3 minutes into the movie, already slumped over, despondant over the lack of romance, blatant humor, and Orlando Bloom, she said, “Is this the way the ENTIRE movie will be?”
Lesson learned?
Yes. A documentary does normally involve a full two hours of people talking, interspersed with obscure music segwaying into, you got it, more people talking. Perhaps they should have a new movie rating — BU-18: Boring Until Eighteen. Rated primarily for content and film style.
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