Wunder Rat finds reviews by film critics very worthwhile reading. As a general rule if the critic gets all high and mighty and gives it a brutal review then it is probably a fair assumption that it is an okay flick and will be well worth the admission fee to get Mrs Wunder Rat out of the house for a few hours. On the other hand if critics rave and swoon over a film you can be guaranteed you will be disappointed, most likely not because the film is bad but your expectations have been built up to expect the Gone With The Wind of our time. This is fair enough, everyone has the right to their own opinion but what Wunder Rat doesn’t understand is when people are told something like a film is good then they seem to convince themselves that it must be good, just in case they seem like a weirdo for going against the general consensus of their peers.
How many times have you seen a new blockbuster hit the big screens and think I must go and check that out and see what all the fuss is about. Everyone is talking about it, billboards are advertising it everywhere and all the commercial radio stations in town are running competition and promotions to win tickets to see it. The critics have given it the thumbs up and everyone that you have talked to has sang it’s praises, they don’t go into specifics but say it’s great, wonderful, very entertaining, outrageously funny.
So you tell Mrs Wunder Rat to keep Sunday afternoon free, she’s going to the local multiplex the lucky little thing. Sunday arrives and it’s a miserable old day. Not to worry thinks Wunder Rat, we’re off to see the talk of the town, no amount of rain can dampen the anticipation. Mrs Wunder Rat suggests booking the tickets online. Not at all, it’ll be grand says Wunder Rat knowing better, bless her. The rain continues to fall and the doubt starts to set in. Maybe I’ll book the tickets just to keep her happy thinks Wunder Rat an hour before the screening, sure it will avoid queuing at the ticket office. Out comes the laptop and credit card and after doing about three laps of the cinema’s website you finally get to the booking page. There are four seats left, and you grab two of them, second row from the front on the far left. Of course Mrs Wunder Rat is told there are loads of seats available but you have been suffering a bit of blurred vision in your left eye lately, hence your very carefully thought out choice of seats.
Into the Starlet Turbo you hop and off to the picture house you go. You emerge two hours later wondering what all the fuss is about. The film was okay, not bad but nothing special and certainly no Dumb and Dumber. Easily the best example Wunder Rat has experienced of this lately, and probably ever in fact, is Slumdog Millionaire. Now don’t get me wrong, the kids, considering their backgrounds etc, are great in it but come on, the plot is weaker an Enid Blyton children’s novel. Just because something was “made on a budget” doesn’t make it automatically any good. In fact I’ll retract my earlier verdict that it was alright, I actually thought it was sh1te. There I’ve said it. Nominated for ten and winning eight Oscars, ask my hairy ar$e. Never have I seen something as overhyped since the Fun Hopper.
Now that I had seen it I could join in the conversation down the pub and give my verdict on it, obviously I said it was pretty good and well worth seeing, I wasn’t going to be the only one to waste 20 quid and two hours of my life watching it if I had anything to do with it. I’m not going to be the black sheep, stay with the flock, safety in numbers and all that.