How can I enjoy a movie with zero redeeming points like “Valentine’s Day” while being eager to cause bodily harm to the soundtrack and if there was a book? I wouldn’t skim the title.
Movies are a two hour invesyment for a cheap emotional chug whereas books can take weeks and music takes everything I have.
A three minute song only takes three minutes, right? Kinda? Not for me. My inestment in music is complete but my investment in movies barely exists. The bullshitty emotional tweakiness of VD is alright with me: it is just a tug on the heart which in the end -watching the perennial half wit Ashton Kushner hook up with the biarfra baby Jennifer Garner (something I could see coming around the first scene) – I found belittlingly moving.
Meanwhile, if music aint gonna blow me away, if I am going to approve of the cheap thrill, I feel a little unclean. Thoroughly enjoying Solfege Radio’s “New Jersey In Denial” (a band I hadn’t heard of yesterday) matters to me in a way VD never, ever will.
I guess i can enjoy bad movies and can’t enjoy bad music because I love music and don’t care so much (I mean, except for JLG of course) movies.