Last Train To Galt's Gulch
by digby
Dennis will be along in a bit with a review of a real film, but do yourself a favor and read Roy Edroso's take on the new Atlas Shrugged movie. A taste:
[A]s much fun as it is to slag rotten movies, it is much better to be surprised by a good one, especially when you've reached the stage in life where two hours in front of a stinker sets you dreaming of the warm couch and leftover sesame chicken that you left back home. But it is my great regret to inform you that Atlas Shrugged: Part I is neither good nor good-bad, but bad-bad-bad-bad. I dreamed, not of sesame chicken, but of my own swift and merciful death, and http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifthat of the director, not necessarily in that order. It is not a pleasurable surprise, not a hoot, nor an outrage; it is Rand's granite crushed, reconstituted, and spread across the screen with steamrollers.
Fun.
I do take exception to one thing Roy says. Any notion that that teenage potboiler could ever be anything but ridiculous is wishful thinking. There's a reason nobody's ever been able to get a decent script out of that monster. It's just too stupid. And that's in a industry that has made gazillions on a franchise called Jackass.