I’ve spent about two hours walking from one theater to another trying to find someplace showing a film I might actually feel excited to watch. I failed, and now my feet are killing me.
This odyssey took me to five theaters in different places downtown, boasting a grand total of something like 40 different screens – and only showing seven or eight unique movies across the lot of them. Thanks Hollywood. All it takes is for me to be predisposed against the blockbuster of the week, because there are no real alternatives. “I’m in the city, I might as well go see a movie” is no longer a thought that goes through my head, because across the breadth of American film that lands on screens I can no longer guarantee that I’ll actually want to see one of them.
My movie-going habit is withering away, because the hegemonic movie industry (the American one) is going through one of its phases.
Yes, I’m a hateful, spiteful curmudgeon. But I still say Hollywood is to blame. You know why? Because television is great right now.
Not all television. Not even, perhaps, most television. But the cream of the content airing right now makes the summer-movie offerings look positively pathetic.