This movie kills me. More than anything else, aside from technical aspects, acting, direction and production, it represents the sad state of affairs at which we as a people have arrived.
S1m0ne as satire works better than anything we've seen in a while... ***possible spoilers***
As blind sheep, followers of fashion, it represents people at their absolute worst, when even the "high and mighty" celebrities and Hollywood producers fall over their own feet just in attempt to hold themselves in "Simone's" shadow. It doesn't represent us as the worst we can be in light of humanness, but as bored suckups to an industry that time and time again shows us all how very boring our lives can be.
Here we are, just weeks away from the potential (though it looks locked in) election of Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Governor over a state which has an economy just behind the nation of France. Schwarzenegger, whose only real ties to political experience come from marriage to a Kennedy, will perhaps win by not even a majority because that is how the recall is apparently set up, but regardless, I fear would take the election majority anyway. Personally, as the Governator, I'm willing to go out on a limb and predict he can do as good or a better job than a lot of the crooked creeps we have in office already. So...no matter. However, the mere fact that someone can ride into a position of great power like this on nothing more than a little recognition (okay a lot) and some catchy phrases like "hasta la vista, Gray Davis" shows what a truly sad state of being has besieged us.
Now I might point out that I personally am not big on idolatry, but I still get that special tingly feeling in the presence of so much moolah. We, society for the most part-do. It is exactly why more people can find themselves enthralled presently with Kobe Bryant's adulterous indiscretions, comparing his plight to that of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., than the looming crisis over nukes in North Korea, almost daily soldier deaths in Iraq since the "end" of major combat, or whether we should buy the yogurt in cups, tubes, or the new and convenient pourable yogurt drink containers.
Call me a cynic. Call me off on a tangent, but remember that you are here reading this review. You, you follower of fashion. How important is Kobe in your life? I could not care less.
I like to be entertained and I did laugh at this, but I surely wouldn't call it comedy. The technical flaws like the 5 1/4 inch floppy really trashed credibility for some viewers and I'm wondering if this was intentional or what, because someone sure knew in the production staff that this was ludicrous, but were they fearful of bringing it up, just like we as a people do not seem to be able to bring up to the Terminator, his lack of political reality.
Of course Ronald Reagan was President. Will we find ourselves altering the requirements a few years down the road so an action star from far, far away can hold this highest office?
Technicalities aside, take a look at the hate and discontent and total immersion in our lives entertainment has brought just in these pages. Take a look at the Susan Sarandon, or Jane Fonda, "Traitor B**ch" pages...or the message boards for Mel Gibson's "the Passion," not even to be released until next Ash Wednesday! Why is it that a comment by one of the Dixie Chicks can raise so much of a ruckus? Because we let it and forget from whence we came...we followers of fashion...
The real joke is on us. We are the real comedy.
Okay...now that I've really lost all track and you can see where the movie took me, where might it take you today?
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