Sunday, June 19, 2005

TRAILER TRASH CONFESSIONS


I’ve got a dirty secret. The highbrow cineaste in me knows that there’s something inherently corrupt and creatively bankrupt about all these TV show remakes that have been clogging American cineplexes the past few years. Yet I wrote only last week about how I’d rather sit through a Dukes of Hazzard/Deuce Bigalow, European Gigolo double feature in a drive-in during a severe electrical storm rather than watch or even think one more thought about the latest movie by Henry Jaglom coming soon to a Beverly Hills art house screen (rented for five months by the director in order to make it look like people are actually going to see his movie) near you. My best friend and frequent reader Blaaagh was kind enough to point out that the described double feature, under those circumstances, sounded like it could actually be a lot of fun, and mighty similar to ones we’d endured/enjoyed in our college days. Of course he was right. And I also regretted making it sound as though I anticipated that either the artless TV remake or the pointless Rob Schneider sequel would be anywhere near as excruciating to experience as the new Jaglom film surely would be.

But none of that is my dirty secret. Saturday night I snuck out to the pictures and, sure enough, before the big-budget summer spectacular I paid full price to see (more on that experience in a couple of posts) there was attached a trailer for The Dukes of Hazzard. I sat stone-faced as the preview began, and then something curious began to happen. To paraphrase Piper Laurie’s Margaret White, I could smell the corn whiskey on its breath, its brainless humor and spectacular car stunts pawin’ me, putting their hands all over me, and I liked it! I liked it! Or, more precisely, I liked the trailer—all that hee-hawin’ and full-throttle General Lee-jumpin’ and all those shots of Jessica Simpson in those painted-on Daisy Dukes bending over the chassis of her car and drawlin’ on to the sheriff’s deputy about there being a leak in her undercarriage or somethin’, and I began to fervently and sincerely pray that the movie would be playing at the 99W Drive-in in Newberg, Oregon when I make my pilgrimage up there later this summer. I don’t know what to make of the spell the trailer has cast over my imagination, other than I must be dumber than I ever imagined, but I do know one thing in my heart of hearts-- Hal Needham must be rock-hard with envy over the impending release of The Dukes of Hazzard.

I also saw the trailer for War of the Worlds, or more precisely, a trailer grafted onto a cheap ad imploring the captive audience patiently awaiting the feature to be sure to “see War of the Worlds at a Mann THEE-ter!” I thought I'd misheard it, but then the obviously uneducated announcer said it again: “Be sure to see War of the Worlds in a Mann THEE-ter!” Now, where I come from, they’re called thee-AY-ters, and by God, I was so all-consumed with my annoyance over this linguistic trampling that I almost stood up and demanded to speak to the manager of the THEE-ter—I mean, thee-AY-ter. But I stayed seated, fuming, and it turned out Providence had guided that decision, for if I had indulged my haughty impulse of superiority, I would have missed the trailer for, yes, The Dukes of Hazzard.

One final thought: I’m surprised that no one has mentioned how much the bus kiosk print ads for War of the Worlds, from the graphic design of the movie’s title to the color scheme of that image of a world in flames being embraced by none-too-friendly-looking tentacles, resembles nothing so much as the cover of a Dianetics paperback.




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My next post will be a belated Father’s Day tribute to my dad and the movies we saw together when I was growing up. I got about three-quarters of the way through it, but I ended up not being able to finish because I was too busy being treated like a king all day by my wife and daughters. The dilemma of whether to type or to receive multiple unexpected, unsolicited kisses from your three favorite women in the world is no dilemma at all. I hope all you fathers had as wonderful a day as I did, and that everyone’s dad was near to heart and mind, if not body, today.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is what happens when your favorite baseball teams drops six straight and two games under .500 for the season and the all-star closer appears to be lost for the season. Not a good sign for the summer.

Virgil Hilts

blaaagh said...

Remember that girl from Montana who insisted on calling a movie theater a "show house"? By the way, it's pronounced "tay-AH-trah." Awesome Daisy Dukes...don't you know I'm trying to work? When do we leave for Newberg? And the ad for "War of the Worlds"...I kept looking at it, trying to figure out what it reminded me of, and I think you've hit in on the head! Weird, man. Tom Snooze himself is so weird lately, I don't know what to think of him. Maybe if he has lost his mind, he'll at least be interesting to watch in this new movie. Then again, I'm leaning toward staying home and watching the original, which I always loved as a kid.

Sharon said...

Egad, you're right about the quasi-Scientologist poster for WotW! I'd only seen it a couple of times and it did seem oddly familiar. I just hadn't put it together. Now that I've been enlightened, I'm going to avert my eyes every time it comes into view so as to insure that I avoid the subliminal "Join Scientology Now" message that surely is there.

That said, I'm still planning to see the movie, but only because it's directed by Steven Spielberg. If not for that, I'd give it a pass. I used to think that Tom Cruise was quite talented, and that may still be the case. But he's made what I think is a fatal mistake -- allowing awareness of his personal life to reach the peak of the tabloid world. Until he got rid of PMK, he very smartly kept his personal life out of the tabloids for the most part. But now that TomKat is on every Entertainment show and news report, it's just TMI. I just hope that ultimately the movie isn't a colossal waste of time and money (mine, not the studio's).

Thom McGregor said...

I'm going to skip the movie since I have never liked Tom Cruise or his smug-bastard mug, and also because I just have no interest. But I do feel the need to immediately go to the L. Ron Hubbard Gallery on Hollywood Boulevard as fast as I can. Maybe Sharon's got a point. Dennis, you are so Exacto (TM) damn straight sharp and right about the Scientology look of the poster. That's what I first thought of when I saw it. Well, maybe my second thought after, "Ugh, another boy movie."

blaaagh said...

And another thing...why does every little girl in a big-studio movie have to be played by Dakota Fanning? It's so bizarre to see her getting second billing to Tom Cruise and Robert DeNiro. Whatever. I'm sure she must be "amazing," as everything else is in the world of entertainment today.

p.saga said...

I don't know about THE DUKES OF HAZZARD, but, ooh, having just figured out that Henry Jaglom is the man responsible for FESTIVAL IN CANNES, I must say I'd much rather sit through a whole trilogy of big boy movies-- say, that SITH stuff, the BATMAN business and WOTW-- than experience anything like that rubbish again!

Mojavi said...

WOW..... it does look like the dianetics book!!!