Jean Luc Godard once said “Film is truth, 24 frames per second.” Now, I don’t know what that means, but I do know it’s wrong. Aladdin cannot be truth, because it’s made of film, and truth is made of emotions or something. I also don’t know who Jean Luc Godard is, or what 24 frames have to do with it, as frames are usually found in Asda, for pictures and photos to sit in.
Although, actually, films are made of pictures, aren’t they? So maybe that’s what he meant, in which case, he’s very clever, even if he’s from somewhere that isn’t where I’m from.
So, what, in fact, is a film?
Well, it’s a thing you go to see when it’s too early to see it on tv. It even comes out before the dvd. And it costs three times as much as watching it for free, which is really stupid. Unless it has nudity in it.
But not every film does.
Neither did “Spaceballs” and that has ‘balls’ in the title.
Welcome to FLIM WEAKLY.
This week, I saw another cartoon that wasn’t a cartoon, because it had real shit in it.
A bad dude from somewhere that isn’t here, wants a metal jug thing that lives inside a giant monster tiger thing that hides under a sand dune.
He gets some slick prick to find it for him and then he rubs it, but not like that, and out pops that guy from Men In Black, except he isn’t black, he’s blue, which is racist.
Then he stops being blue and racism is defeated.
There’s a bit with a really pretty girl, a possessed rug that can fly and some other singing and dancing crap that feels weird.
It also seemed really familiar, because its been done before by the dude from Good Will Hunting that wasn’t Matt Damon, or Batfleck.
It was alright.
Marks out of 10….
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Because they aren’t that stupid.