Another weekend and another I-can’t-be-bothered-to-write-a-review. It’s not that I’ve retired, it’s just that there hasn’t been anything of interest shown up on the screening list that would make me drag my ass off the couch and drive across town to the theater.
Conventional wisdom is that January and February are the worst months for movies. A dumping ground for bad films during a time when people are stuck inside anyway due to the weather. But that’s not necessarily the case when you live outside New York and L.A. Many of the awards-bait/prestige movies open here in January and February.
I mean, look at this month. It started off strong with “Fast & Furious 7” but since then? A cowboy romance? A movie about monkeys? A horror movie based on what you do to people you don’t like on Facebook?
“Paul Blart Mall Cop 2?”
No thank you. I’ll go sit out on this bank of sand and watch the river flow. Besides, we’re only a few weeks away from “Avengers: Age of Ultron.”
That’s when I’ll get back to work.