Okay, okay: My name is Holly Dixon, and I'm a Spiderman fan. So, naturally, I went to see Spiderman 3 opening weekend, and I thought it was wonderful. However, it packed the single worst string of trailers I have ever seen in my life, bar none.
At bat, we had the following:
Rush Hour 3, Pirates Of The Carribean: At World's End (Pirates Part III, which I'll admit I'm stoked for), Fantastic Four: Rise Of The Silver Surfer (Fantastic Four Part II: Their First Assignment), Shrek The Third, Across The Universe (which I blame for my current Beatles obsession. I'll see this in a heartbeat), and Surf's Up (Happy Feet. Again.) For those keeping score, we have 4 sequels, a movie musical of sorts, and yet another penguin movie.
But that's not all: Coming out soon enough, we have Oceans 13 (hell yes!), Live Free Or Die Hard, Evan Almighty, and countless others I must have forgotten. Though I will admit that I will happily see three or four of this summer's sequels, I'm beginning to worry about Hollywood even more than I already do.
I can't recall a time in American cinematic history so jam-packed with sequels. The question of the day is, what are they being made for? Is it for the continuation of the story? Or, is it just because the producers are more interested in profit than in art value? Or, is it just because we've run out of ideas?
It seems so: Steven Spielberg, one of the most accomplished directors in cinematic history, is going back to the well with Indiana Jones 4 and Jurassic Park 4, whilst George Lucas talks about two made-for-television movies based on Star Wars. On top of these, the cast of the Spiderman trilogy is in talks for three more films. There's also talk of another X-Men film, along with a spin-off based on Wolverine.
Cinema is in its decline. Box Office results are sinking, fast. Is it because people would rather stay in and watch a DVD in the comfort of their own home, instead of sitting in a large auditorium watching something on the silver screen? I doubt it.
What I don't doubt is that people have gotten sick of American cinema. We've gotten bored with the constant stream of sequels and remakes and sequels to remakes and so on. I must ask the question: is it really this difficult to simply move on to a new idea, or have the men behind the curtains in Hollywood taken the last train for the coast?
It must seem as though I've babbled a bit in this post, but the thought of a summer like this one makes me, as a cinemaphile of sorts, cringe.
I'm beginning to see the first day of summer as the day the movies died. Am I the only one?
At bat, we had the following:
Rush Hour 3, Pirates Of The Carribean: At World's End (Pirates Part III, which I'll admit I'm stoked for), Fantastic Four: Rise Of The Silver Surfer (Fantastic Four Part II: Their First Assignment), Shrek The Third, Across The Universe (which I blame for my current Beatles obsession. I'll see this in a heartbeat), and Surf's Up (Happy Feet. Again.) For those keeping score, we have 4 sequels, a movie musical of sorts, and yet another penguin movie.
But that's not all: Coming out soon enough, we have Oceans 13 (hell yes!), Live Free Or Die Hard, Evan Almighty, and countless others I must have forgotten. Though I will admit that I will happily see three or four of this summer's sequels, I'm beginning to worry about Hollywood even more than I already do.
I can't recall a time in American cinematic history so jam-packed with sequels. The question of the day is, what are they being made for? Is it for the continuation of the story? Or, is it just because the producers are more interested in profit than in art value? Or, is it just because we've run out of ideas?
It seems so: Steven Spielberg, one of the most accomplished directors in cinematic history, is going back to the well with Indiana Jones 4 and Jurassic Park 4, whilst George Lucas talks about two made-for-television movies based on Star Wars. On top of these, the cast of the Spiderman trilogy is in talks for three more films. There's also talk of another X-Men film, along with a spin-off based on Wolverine.
Cinema is in its decline. Box Office results are sinking, fast. Is it because people would rather stay in and watch a DVD in the comfort of their own home, instead of sitting in a large auditorium watching something on the silver screen? I doubt it.
What I don't doubt is that people have gotten sick of American cinema. We've gotten bored with the constant stream of sequels and remakes and sequels to remakes and so on. I must ask the question: is it really this difficult to simply move on to a new idea, or have the men behind the curtains in Hollywood taken the last train for the coast?
It must seem as though I've babbled a bit in this post, but the thought of a summer like this one makes me, as a cinemaphile of sorts, cringe.
I'm beginning to see the first day of summer as the day the movies died. Am I the only one?
