Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The Happening


THEIRS: Wayne's Mother watched our daughter for a week while the daycare was closed. As a "thanks!" we decided to take her to dinner and a movie. It was Jaimie's mom's birthday too, so we brought her as well. We went on a "date" with our moms and let Wayne's Mom pick the movie, Wayne agreed with the choice and Jaimie liked The Village, The Sixth Sense and Signs all by M. Night Shyamalan...so why not.

NOTE: HIS AND HERS DO NOT READ EACH OTHER'S BLOGS BEFORE PUBLISHING.

HERS: Why not? What was I thinking? I hadn't even heard of this movie. Let me sum it up by saying, "it sucked." This was like a horrible B movie from some earlier decade. I hate scary movies that are realistic, so I was worried I would be scared, but went anyway. No problems there! I was so bored that right during a "horror" scene, I turned to my husband and said, "so who was in the funky bunch?" That is right, I was thinking about Mark Wahlberg (AKA Marky Mark, of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch "fame"), the "star" of this flick and I didn't care if he lived or died. The acting was so bad, I was bummed he wasn't offed. I thought of his undie add in times square, I thought about the fact that I liked him in other movies, I contemplated how much he was paid for this movie. My mind wandered. The movie did not keep my interest, to say the least. If it was meant to be a spoof, it still sucked. If it was meant to be a homage, it still sucked. If it was meant to be horror, suspense, etc., It still sucked. I laughed when I should have been scared. There were a few, a very few, interesting scenes of how people offed themselves. A decent "how to kill yourself in an interesting way" movie at best. When the "big reveal" was made, it was made too early and was not shrouded in any mystery. Some kook said, "I think it was the plants." There you have it. The plants had people kill themselves because "as a people" we are horrible to the environment. I am not making this up. I am all for going green...but make it interesting. I would not recommend wasting your time, scratch that- rent it just so you can see how bad it was.

HER RATING: 3 Mark Wahlberg wasn't bad to look at...that's all I've got.

HIS: Before I say anything about this movie, I have to take accountability for suggesting it to my family. M. Night has made some questionable choices before, but the preview for this film hinted a return to form, and Mark Wahlberg is on a streak of good, watchable movies (very good in the Departed). So, the bamboozledness I feel is almost entirely my doing (my mom also voted for this film, but her movie opinion is jaded by a few other factors that we won't discuss here....).

I thought we might be in trouble when the credits came up, and there was this strange music, with clouds rolling by very quickly, as if the sky was on "fast forward." It reeked of a lack of class or polish, and I felt like I was watching one of those bad introductions to a horror movie on Cinemax or The Movie Channel.

It got worse from there. Every ten minutes, something happened that was less interesting than what preceded it. When people died, I didn't care. When I was supposed to feel impending doom or dread, I found myself wishing I had more Raisinets. This was the worst movie I've seen in a long time, and in my opinion, one of the two worst movies I've ever suggested to my wife in the almost fourteen years we've been together (the other will remain in infamy). I wish the plants in the film would have just sprouted faces and said "don't screw with us." At least that would have been interesting.

I need a good movie to help erase this feeling. Hancock tried to help, but in spite of the power of Will Smith, didn't deliver. I hope everything I've heard about The Dark Knight is true. That's what it will take to erase the feeling of The Happening.

HIS RATING: 1 Because I can't give it a lower rating, 1 of 10. Mark Wahlberg should insert himself into at least a few episodes of Entourage to make up for this crap. Oh, and start shooting the Brazilian Job ASAP.

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