Dear Mr. Spielberg,
I loved E.T.
Still, this isn't another one of those fan letters I'm sure you do receive every once in a while. This is a(n in)formal complaint.
Despite the fine weather, a friend and I decided to go see your latest movie, War of the Worlds. Because the world isn't a fair place and probably of a hundred other reasons I have no clue about what so ever, going to the movies is an expensive treat, which is why one has to choose the movies to see with care. This is what my friend and I thought we did. Dreamworks, Spielberg, Cruise. Safe bet - we thought.
I'm sorry to say we were wrong.
When we got out of the movie theatre, my friend presented an interesting thought to me. Could it be that you, Mr. Spielberg, felt like humouring yourself by for example coming up with the great idea of making a pointless, incredibly crappy movie for the sake of your own entertainment, and simply stamp the movie with your seal of quality, which is to say your name, Tom Cruise's name and the joyful name of Dreamworks? Well, I guess it worked. Some of the papers even gave you good reviews. But I have to ask: What was the point?
I'm asking one more time, just so you can't miss it. What was the point?
Aliens invade our planet and it seems they're going to beat us. Suddenly the birds sit on their vessels and the hero draws the conclusion that their shields are gone. We kill the aliens and a dead alien's hand falls out of the vessels ass. Interesting. And all along the movie, Tom Cruise's character and his kids survive while people die all around them. Heck, they even have the one car that actually works after the aliens have subjected us with their electro magnetic pulse equipment.
You don't need a thousand different special effects to tell the story about a lousy dad. You don't need to waste 2 hours of my time to tell me that somewhere within we're all good loving people. And what in the world does this actually mean(?!!?):
By the toll of a billion deaths, man has bought his birthright of the earth, and it is his against all comers; it would still be his were the Martians ten times as mighty as they are. For neither do men live nor die in vain.
If you want to preach, do a remake of Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ or something.
Bottom line: I want my money back. And my friend's money too, while we're at it. Please send 160NOK ($US 24) by PayPal to the following address: porphyria@mail2world.com
Sincerely
Andrea
I loved E.T.
Still, this isn't another one of those fan letters I'm sure you do receive every once in a while. This is a(n in)formal complaint.
Despite the fine weather, a friend and I decided to go see your latest movie, War of the Worlds. Because the world isn't a fair place and probably of a hundred other reasons I have no clue about what so ever, going to the movies is an expensive treat, which is why one has to choose the movies to see with care. This is what my friend and I thought we did. Dreamworks, Spielberg, Cruise. Safe bet - we thought.
I'm sorry to say we were wrong.
When we got out of the movie theatre, my friend presented an interesting thought to me. Could it be that you, Mr. Spielberg, felt like humouring yourself by for example coming up with the great idea of making a pointless, incredibly crappy movie for the sake of your own entertainment, and simply stamp the movie with your seal of quality, which is to say your name, Tom Cruise's name and the joyful name of Dreamworks? Well, I guess it worked. Some of the papers even gave you good reviews. But I have to ask: What was the point?
I'm asking one more time, just so you can't miss it. What was the point?
Aliens invade our planet and it seems they're going to beat us. Suddenly the birds sit on their vessels and the hero draws the conclusion that their shields are gone. We kill the aliens and a dead alien's hand falls out of the vessels ass. Interesting. And all along the movie, Tom Cruise's character and his kids survive while people die all around them. Heck, they even have the one car that actually works after the aliens have subjected us with their electro magnetic pulse equipment.
You don't need a thousand different special effects to tell the story about a lousy dad. You don't need to waste 2 hours of my time to tell me that somewhere within we're all good loving people. And what in the world does this actually mean(?!!?):
By the toll of a billion deaths, man has bought his birthright of the earth, and it is his against all comers; it would still be his were the Martians ten times as mighty as they are. For neither do men live nor die in vain.
If you want to preach, do a remake of Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ or something.
Bottom line: I want my money back. And my friend's money too, while we're at it. Please send 160NOK ($US 24) by PayPal to the following address: porphyria@mail2world.com
Sincerely
Andrea
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everything else is crap.
I haven't seen that film yet.
And, based on what you say, I won't.