Nic Cage’s new movie, Bangkok Dangerous, won’t be screened for critics. For those of you who aren’t familiar with how the movie business works, not screening a film for critics is the studio’s way of saying, "We did all we could, but the movie still sucks. Since no one will like it, there’s no way word-of-mouth could possibly help our bottom line. Our best hope is to open big and split town."
I think this is a big mistake. Just look at this clip. Could Bangkok Dangerous be a good movie? Doubtful. Could Bangkok Dangerous be so spectacularly moronic that it tears a hole in the space-time continuum and emerges from the wormhole as the most awesomest movie of all time a lá Wicker Man? There’s a distinct possibility.
Stupid critics. Not every movie is going to be a guy juggling chainsaws on a unicycle. Some might be a retarded kid who fails to shoot a roman candle out of his butt and in the process craps himself. That’s not a failure, friends, that’s a hero.
