It’s like how the appetizers are always the best-tasting part of a meal in a restaurant.
Perhaps my attention span has been conditioned to be short. Remember when television commercials used to be a minute long? Now, they are down to 10 and even 5 seconds.
I really feel like I can get the whole gist of a movie through the trailer. (And sometimes it’s painfully clear that they didn’t have enough “good stuff” to even fill the trailer.) It’s kind of like how you can read a book review, particularly one from the New York Times or The New Yorker, and feel like you got all the good parts of the book. I guess what I’m saying is that a trailer is kind of like Cliff Notes for a movie.
Sometimes, when the trailers come on, I realize that I am not the demographic that the movie-makers are aiming for, which gives me the sinking feeling that I’ve chosen the wrong movie to see. Last night, for instance, I went to see Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa. (Here’s the trailer.) I liked that movie, but when I saw the trailers before it, two of them were for the most awful-looking horror movies: Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones and Devil’s Due. I don’t recommend watching these trailers. Really. Yuck. I guess they are meant for 15-year-old boys, frighteningly disturbed 15-year-old boys.
The trailers in art-house movie theaters can be funny, though not often intentionally so. (Unfortunately.) Like this movie, which is called Two Mothers (trailer here) but which really, would more aptly be called “Wishful Thinking for Middle-Aged Women” or, as this review has it, just plain “porn”.
Still, I was entertained.