thoughtcrumbs

So I suppose I should mention that I saw K-PAX last night. (It was a compromise between Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which I wanted to see, and Corky Romano, which my puerile-minded friend advocated.) And all I can say is blah. And shame on the reviewers who made it sound more impressive than it was. Shame on you. You owe me six bucks.

Like most of the movie-going public, I'm fairly willing to suspend my disbelief for two hours. Cyber-warriors defy the confines of the Matrix? No problem. Frustrated employee is hypnotized into enjoying his job? Works for me. I don't expect these things to happen in real life, and as long as the movie doesn't try to pass itself off as a true story, I'm happy with whatever version of reality the directors come up with.

So when a predictable story about a gentle alien/angel/Christ-figure (raise your hand if you've seen that before) and his dubious shrink (again) is paired with the tagline "Open you mind . . . and admit the possibility," I'm stymied. The possibility works fine for me in a movie. There's nothing unsual or difficult to believe, movie-wise, here. That tagline would've been more appropriately placed with The Matrix, but that movie held its own, even without a stupid maxim. So, as I expected something profound, I was heartily bored for two hours.

Semi-enthusiastic praise to the lighting folks and cinematographers. The camera angles were certainly superior than the plot, acting, etc. Oh, and the shrink's son, who makes an appearance at the end of the movie? He's a hottie.