Day 2: Least favorite movie
Since today is 9-11, it is only fitting that I hate on some of that "post 9-11 cinema" bullshit. Anybody who knows me well, knows this: I fucking hate Paul Haggis films. Beyond the self-importance and shallow pathos he provides in both scriptwriting and directing in every single one of his films, he managed to top all that is awful about his work with his "passion project" that was inspired by the painful yet enlightening event of his porche being carjacked from him on Wilshire Blvd -- Crash. Wikipedia provides all the incriminating evidence one needs to judge Haggis. After viewing Michelangelo Antonioni's Blowup, he felt compelled to move to London to become a fashion photographer. He was a self-proclaimed atheist until he discovered the Church of Scientology -- whom he had a fall out with 35 years later, which led to a serious public cat fight. I don't know if he's an idiot, but his films are idiotic. I'm not saying that a rich middle-aged white guy who got rich off of creating Walker, Texas Ranger, who traumatically got his porche stolen from him (probably by a black or mexican guy) can't teach me anything about the great racial divide in our country from his perspective -- I'm just saying Paul Haggis can't.
Plus we're talking about the film that first made America think that Sandra Bullock can act. Give me Miss Congeniality 2 any day.
Least favorite movie, Paul Haggis' Crash. Oh... the misunderstood pains of being a buzzed head, tattooed, loose pant wearing mexican (HAHA, get it?! I'm a buzzed head, tattooed, loose pant wearing mexican! Paul Haggis would find that funny. The dude gets it.).
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