Stupid

I watched Walk the Line on Thursday evening. It was funny because I walked up to the booth and said, "I'll have two for the 6:55 showing," and pulled a twenty out from my pocket and proceeded to hand it to the cashier. As I was about to lay it on the counter he said, "Okay, that'll be $24."

I stopped and starred at him for a second, thinking that he was going to tell me that he's joking, it's only $15 or something. Nothing. Fucking $12 for a movie ticket. I'm going to start downloading movies. I could just wait six months and buy the movie on DVD.

I went into this movie knowing that I was going to hate this movie. For one, a superficial reason was that it was being said to be the "next" Ray in a lot of ads for it. I can say now that there's no comparison with Ray, because Ray sucked and I enjoyed Walk the Line. But that didn't matter if it was or was not better than Ray, because the only reason it could be compared to Ray is because it's a bio-pic. No other reason. That's a pretty fucking weak way to review a movie.

A second reason would be that studio bio-pics tend to be really dumb. They dramatically changed events and do so in a stupid way. It's all just stupid.

I thought this movie was really greatly done. I read a review by one of Cash's daughters saying that it unfairly portrayed her mother, Vivian. It went on and on and talked about other stuff that didn't really matter much. First off, I didn't think her mother was portrayed that badly. It was extreme, but she really was just showing how she wanted Johnny to know that he had a family and he should care about them as well as his career. Secondly, it's a fucking movie and it's done in someone's point of view. It's not as if it's concrete. This was in the movie, that's how it happened. Although there are people who think that way, but they're dumb and their opinions shouldn't matter anyway. You don't read editorials and totally agree with everything you read in there. But the main point of the movie was the love story between Johnny and June. The juxtaposition of his wife's meanness and June's caring and understanding was to accentuate his love for June.

Whatever!

So the dumb thing happened at the end of the film. I don't remember this ever happenning at theaters as a kid or teenager, but more so in recent years it's happenning more and more often. It's when the film's over and everyone starts clapping. It's not a fucking premiere. The director or actors aren't there. Clap all you want, no one fucking feels it. It's just dumb. Stop it! After this film finished, Someone tried to start an ovation three times but it didn't catch on. I hope that person felt dumb.

I couldn't stop laughing at the scene where Johnny got pissed and started destroying his dressing room. He started smashing and throwing everything and stared lifting the sink and broke it off. I started rolling. I was hoping that he would run outside and start flipping cars over.

Twelve dollars for a fucking ticket. Twenty four for two. I couldn't bought the DVD and a six pack of goog beer.