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. Midsommar 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 don’t know what the hell is going on.
The girl from that wrestling movie goes on holiday after her family decide to not be alive anymore. She’s pretty sad about it, which is understandable and her boyfriend is no help whatsoever, but they go on holiday anyway.
The place they go to is a bit like a low rent Butlins, and everyone feels a little sex weird, and far too chill, so something is definitely up.
The girl stays unhappy, and just gets more unhappier when some of the guests start lobbing themselves off high cliffs onto some rocks.
Then some of her mates start to go nuts too, and disappear and then die, horribly, and all the people that run the place are like “It’s alright”, but it isn’t, because when things are alright, you don’t end up in a room screaming, or having sex with creepy people, or getting off your tits on drugs, or getting stitched into a bear skin and burned alive.
Not at Butlins, anyway.
Marks out of 10….
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Because they aren’t that stupid.