Sunday, June 13, 2004 Ok, you know what?
Eat it Ebert; eat it Roeper. Y'all people wouldn't know fun if you saw it in a megaplex with an egyptian bordello theme, and got there 45 minutes early and yet still had to stand in line. You wouldn't know fun if beforehand they sent out a comedian and an illusionist, and then an altercation with a heckler became so heated that there was nearly a fight in the theater, and then there wasn't time for a single illusion. You wouldn't even be to the opening credits of fun.
You wouldn't know fun if fun chose to break itself down to manageable two-hour chunks of cinema, rather than four hour epics that were still part of a series that didn't stand alone if you didn't already know the backstory.
You wouldn't know fun if fun was goofily self-referential--and sweaty. You wouldn't know fun if there was no kissing. You wouldn't know fun if in the final scene, the protagonist gets into another goofy scrape, and makes a face to match. Y'all people got problems. posted by Frenz | 6/13/2004 02:26:00 AM
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