That title is sure to bring us a few hits.
Anyways, grumps can sometimes run into problems inherent to their grumpiness. Because I have grown so jaded and tired of “normal” films. Ah, yes, Brad Pitt and George Clooney are hanging out in casinos again and getting paychecks for it. Ho hum. Will Smith’s ruining another classic science fiction novel? Yawwwwwn. It’s becoming increasingly more difficult to find films that surprise or pique that special little area in my brain that responds to pleasant novelty. I’m becoming so hostile to middle-of-the-road entertainment that I came close to berating a co-worker who said to me about a discussion over TV shows, “You’re thinking too hard. It’s only television!” One day I will reach a point where I will only find Eastern European musicals about paraplegic faeries sung entirely in Esperanto to be amusing. But for now, I’m still hitting the softer stuff. Stuff like La Cité des Enfants Perdus (City of the Lost Children).