I am gonna go all poetic about my cinema sense now.
I get very selective about the films I watch. To the point where I can see no trailers, simply go the cinema for a showing and come out satisfied. This sense had to be forged, like a sword being beaten against an anvil with the world's biggest hammer. For me, that hammer was this piece of garbage:
I was 12 and I loved Lucky Luke. So, I went to see it. The problems started appearing 5 mins in. Little to no Luke, a stupid premise for an escape attempt (a giant sausage ? really ?), Ma Dalton looked nothing like her kids who in turn, looked like anything but brothers and on top of it all, a magic hat.
A magic sombrero. That deflects bullets. In the Wild West.
I get very selective about the films I watch. To the point where I can see no trailers, simply go the cinema for a showing and come out satisfied. This sense had to be forged, like a sword being beaten against an anvil with the world's biggest hammer. For me, that hammer was this piece of garbage:
I was 12 and I loved Lucky Luke. So, I went to see it. The problems started appearing 5 mins in. Little to no Luke, a stupid premise for an escape attempt (a giant sausage ? really ?), Ma Dalton looked nothing like her kids who in turn, looked like anything but brothers and on top of it all, a magic hat.
A magic sombrero. That deflects bullets. In the Wild West.