Review: Weekend Box Office

Currently, as I am of the date and time placed on this entry, the box office #1 movie is probably an Iron Man movie. That is to set up the parlance of our times, you trophy wife. The weekend box office take is such a wonderful ploy, that reaches to the core of every american with the burning issue: should I care about a celebrity. Sure, there are high roads to be taken, as Paul Giamatti will nary be seen on the box office list... but nary means sometimes. And Paul Giamatti was in Big Fat Liar. Also other things. Now the high road can lead to only seeing Harmony Korine movies and knowing who Leo Fitzpatrick is (which is great) but it also misses out on the mysterious charms of a Robert Downtown Jr, or any of the off-beat performances of anybody who was ever acting in the 'Saw' film franchise. But mades are made, and subsequently lied in. The Weekend Box Office validates people and un-validates them: we loved Jennifer Aniston, and now- it is acceptable to ignore her. So thank you "The Bounty Hunter". The box office also lets us take our unrequitted love of certain actors and push them so that they are allowed to do movies from now on ie the success of Date Night hopefully means more Tina Fey guffawing on the big screen. The box office is also a mistress to delegate what to think of Matt Damon. Matt Damon isn't going away, but at least we have a tolerability index (come back, The Hater). Currently, thanks to Green Zone, we are tired of him which has suffocated all his Informant and Invictus goodwill.

The Weekend Box office, though it is cruel, fickle, and contradicts itself, is governed by the highest of low powers- the people. Cases in points- Kangaroo Jack and Sweet Home Alabama were #1 movies. We are America and we don't care about art and merit- and sometimes we do, but sometimes we let Sandra Bullock have Oscars. So what am I trying to say? Nothing. I am never saying anything because everything is ridiculous and people still listen to Freebird. America has ruined Winnie the Pooh and continues to do so. But we also let Sacha Baron Cohen make fun of people, and oh look- the Box office does create a genuine rift in that I can experience the magic of Harmony Korine and Leo Fitzpatrick. Did I contradict myself? Did I not contradict myself? Will I ever can be not able to howsoever whosever whatsoever Tome Seaver Amen.