Today's New York Times gives us "When Moviegoers Vote With Their Feet," a musing on the future of film. Audiences for which, as most of us know by now, have been steadily declining for the past three years.
It refers to this summer's upcoming "blockbusters," in particular the Pixar animated film, "Cars."
Now, I have seen three seperate trailers for that movie over the past six months or so. And I still have no idea what it's supposed to be about. I suspect the filmmakers don't, either.
It never ceases to amaze me that people can spend millions of dollars and all that time on a film, and nowhere along the line does anyone realize the project is a disaster and call a halt to it. Or maybe they try to, but forge ahead anyway.
But what really baffles me is this: there are a lot of talented writers around. Where do all these lousy scripts come from?