Here's the thing - I only go to matinees. And rarely, over the years have I seen more than a dozen people in the theater during any one movie. This week I went with two other friends to see I Can Only Imagine. I told them I wanted to get there about 20 minutes early because I figured the place would be packed. They laughed at me, but went along with it. As it turned out, it was a good thing we arrived early because we got the last three seats together up on the top row. By the time the movie started every other seat was filled too. And as we left, the lobby was teaming with people waiting to get in to see it. This is a splendid movie with a message, music, good acting and it contained none of the usual trash turned out by Hollywood these day. In fact, rather than spend ridiculous amounts of money to churn out unfunny, raunchy so-called comedies, slash everyone to bloody bits horror messes or the usual suggestive or downright explicit garbage Hollywood deems what America wants, somebody with a working brain should be paying attention here. Give us what we really want to see - decent movies - and we will buy tickets. As for this one, I will gladly buy another ticket to see it again. It's that good.
Review of I Can Only Imagine
