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.
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