Watched Red Dawn a while back. What of it? Just enough unbelievability in it to make it a less-than-serious movie, but a great mind-sink to just lay on the couch and wander. And as I half-watched, I realized why I kinda don’t like it. It’s not because of Patrick Swayze – though I will admit the ‘dislike’ factor there *is* coloring my judgment a little. It’s because that even if you suspend your disbelief and buy into the premise…..the movie is disjointed enough that it really doesn’t tell a good story. Or flesh out the characters enough so you’d actually care. It’s just a two-hour trip…..to nowhere, really. With a jacked-up quick-set epilogue to “make you feel better.”
I wonder how the novelization read / would read. Would it be as good as Orson Scott Card’s Empire, of which I am reading now? Or just as bad as Hubbard’s Battlefield: Earth?
Ugh. I need a shower now, and I suspect you do as well. We’ll reconvene here in a moment and switch to more…refined tastes.
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