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One Hour Photo (2002)
More Hollywood Doo-Doo
What a painful, ugly, empty, and ultimately depressing movie. I thought movies were made to entertain, not bludgeon, the audience. This movie reminded me of the message pushed in "American Beauty", where suburban life is not what it seems and Hollywood knows what REALLY goes on behind closed doors, because, you know, they are so well versed in how most of the country lives.
And let's face it, this is yet another bad white person movie. If you're a white adult male or female in this movie: you're a cheater, snob, irresponsible consumer, meanie AGFA repairman, creepy stalker, evil capitalist boss, and family destroyer, among other things. If you're not, well, you're the honorable photo development apprentice, or the "good man" cop. This wouldn't bother me if it weren't so prevalent in contemporary movies. It's tiresome, and unrealistic.
The best part of this movie was the brief scene with the episode of the Simpsons. No, I take that back. The best part was the opening credits, because they played against cool music and were visually exciting. Must be because the director cut his teeth on that most vacant of genres, the MUSIC VIDEO.
Of predictability, my wife said it best, "oh look, super saturated white sets, there will be blood in one of these shots." Lo and behold, we only had to wait for the dream sequence for that one.
This movie is such a waste of time. 1 star
More Dogs Than Bones (2000)
Pure Pain
This movie will hurt your soul. The writer of this movie should be charged with obscene crimes against humanity. The star of this movie, the dog, presumably committed doggie suicide after being involved in such a sad and depressing project.
What is with Hollywood? In their world you can only succeed if you love animals while hating humans. Or if you're an exceptionally unattractive and unfunny minority comedienne. If you're not Whoopie-fied, you will always betray your friends and relatives, while offing other people like so many gnats.
I would venture that producers/writers/director/actors probably don't own mutts.
I hate movies like this. Was it written by a rabid pro-death college student? Who has such a pessimistic view of life? Who financed this madness? I don't care who was in this evacuated bowel of a movie, it stank like 3 day old shrimp peels in a half full Alpo can in the sun out on the deck.
Pure pain. Pure soul destroying Hollywood pain.