Every now and again the messy business of reality intrudes its way into my writing schedule and knocks it right the heck off track. I have an extremely …life-intensive weekend upcoming that will may see sparse posting until Monday. Can’t be avoided. Well, in this case, I actually HAVE avoided it successfully for quite a long time, but my intentionally vague…thing does not dovetail well with breezy, witty cinema banter.
And, no, it is not my annual depression following the release of yet another Transformers film that makes me launch into my “LET’S SHOOT MICHAEL BAY INTO THE SUN!” speech. Though….imagine the YouTube traffic for that video. Given that the current fifth installment in slowly curb-stomping my childhood involves Transformers interacting with King Arthur, and that they’ve STUCK MY LAST NAME ON THE MAIN HUMAN CHARACTER IN THIS FARCE, I could easily go into my annual apoplexy….but, no, we’re breathing, we’re breathing, aaaand there. Transformers: The Last Knight will win the weekend, but its take looks like the record-low reviews (even for Transformers sequels) are catching up with it, but-have no fear-as China seems to love our crappiest films, there will be more than enough overseas gross to continue my annual torment. Cars 3 had an underwhelming opening for Pixar, and I am wondering how much of a drop it will see in week 2. I’m expecting Wonder Woman to keep holding strong with repeat business. Sequel insanity continues next week with Despicable Me 3, which will get an actual column, not a rant (well the rant may be INSIDE the column). Stab the minutes, time killers, stab the minutes.
Killing Time 