When will they learn...

Rating: Null/10 (10 March 2005)

My husband and I were ambushed by my mom to go see this; that was our first hint. Most of the time my mom loves campy "oooh they look goth! Did Nine Inch Nails sing this???" "No mom, it's Korn..." type of stuff. God love her, she's an excellent woman. But I knew she'd love this. She DOES watch "Passions", the soap after all. We watched a documentary she'd taped for us from the sci-fi channel on it. All the director pimped out was "I made everything BIGGER and BETTER and it's because I LOVE the old films!!!". The best way to show love is to leave it alone. I love a lot of old films, but if someone came out with a remake of "Citizen Kane" or "Double Indemnity" I'd give them a scowl and boycott it, urging others to do the same. Either that or HOPE something good comes from it. And tonight, she lent her copy of it to us. *Small sighing groan and slow blinking eyes, shaking head....* I just don't get it. They expect one to follow along with the characters as if we know what they're thinking; I don't get it. We got a total smack down of information in one scene, or complete ridiculous over exposed-exposition as if the plot line is so complicated. It's not complicated, though it wants to be. The *reason* I don't get it is because I feel like this movie pushed me to the floor, told me it was going to kill me, then got up because it was distracted by a doughnut across the room. It confuses me with it's ridiculousness. I don't even know what I'm saying right now. It's late, this movie was in no way good before bed.