The other night I went to see yet another piece of art produced by Woodridge raised Jake Connor Moss, but this time it was a film. At a cinema. With a sold out theatre. On a Thursday. The first thing I have to mention is that the parking situation was abhorrent, and I ended up getting a hefty ticket for spending two hours in a loading zone. I suppose I did deserve it.
So I arrive at the New Farm Cinema complex with my partner (who downs a couple of Jack and Cokes before the show (“I want to be fucked up for a fucked up film”)) and the opening night of Captain America: Civil War decides to be at the exact same time.
Here master card, that is priceless.
So after waiting and standing and a large crowd, we walk in, sit down and start to get excited about what’s going to happen next. This was the first and only showing of the film. Ever. Exciting.
Turns out, the film was the most overly cliched, predictable and boring piece of cinema I’ve seen in a long time. From someone like Moss, I walked in expecting some sort of arthouse indie spectacular with interesting characters, perfectly smooth and sequenced editing and some sort of morally ambiguous ending that makes you reconsider what you just watched. But no, I sat there for just under an hour watching a near recreation of every ordinary romcom that I’ve seen on free-to-air television. The actors just seemed like they didn’t want to be there, the script was cringe inducing and the fact that other people in the audience were laughing, clapping or smiling made it even worse.
I don’t know what inspired someone as creative and interesting as Moss to sell out like that, maybe it’s the fact he wanted to do something easy to get a quick buck. If that’s the case, it worked.
We walked out and my partner said to me “I feel like I’ve read that story 6 times before”, which is oh too true. I know that maybe keeping things original can be a struggle, and the amount of talent it takes to craft an enjoyable piece of individual art can be staggering, but Jake has the talent – if not him then at least the last. They did a good job, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think they wanted to be in something so mainstream. So sell out.
Oh well, what can you do. Maybe I’m totally wrong, lots of people probably loved it. Each to their own.
Besides, it’s hard to remember everything after just one screening. Sometimes I ask myself if I even saw it at all.