Little Mr. Raincloud
Today we decided to combine two ends up the entertainment spectrum into one tasty treat of a comic. On one end you’ve got the feel-good Little Miss Sunshine, and on the other you’ve got the “American Idol” brutality.
Like I said, together they make tastiness.
Little Miss Sucky?
We were trapped at home during Texas Ice Storm ’07 last week and the two movies my wife and I had from the Netflixs were An Inconvenient Truth and Little Miss Sunshine.
Aside from making me depressed that Al Gore was so ridiculed for essentially being a smart, sane person, Truth was pretty great.
On the other hand, Little Miss Sunshine was also good. I guess. Fine. I liked it. I enjoyed watching it. But the minute it ended, I felt as if I’d been fooled somehow, like some damn carny had snuck into my house and cheated me of all my $1 bills with only a 30-cent stuffed bunny in exchange.
I liked the cast and everything just fine, but the movie felt manipulative in a way that was almost evil. My friend Dave called it “Indie by the numbers,” and it goes a little beyond that for me. It was like a piece of art that a very talented person painted only because they knew it would sell. Sure, there’s a market for that and it’s cool, but don’t call it art, you know?
I’ll be very upset if it gets a Best Picture nomination, but I’m starting to wonder if the movie’s trick is so well-designed that it’s going to fool enough people to do so. It’s not like people don’tfall for tricks. They’re not just for kids, as you probably know.
Well, shit.
It did get an Oscar nomination.
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