You ever hear a third grader sing a song that is really, really bad...but it made you smile because it was cute?
Your kid draws you a picture that resembles a plate of spaghetti and tells you it's a picture of his two best friends. It's really bad....but you love it because your little boy drew it.
O.K., it's not a little kid. It's someone you know trying their best to perform in a local play that just is bad...but you like it because you know how hard they worked.
Now it's a bad movie about the Olympic hockey team winning the gold...and it looks like a tv movie of the week, but you love it because it's about hockey and you love hockey.
I use these to illustrate the movie I went to last night. (not miracle)
Horrible acting. Really bad. The understudy of your highschool rendition of Fiddler on the Roof bad.
Makeup that you could visibly see on the actors.
Cinematography that reminded me of videos I made in college.
A script that was straight out of Freshman Film School...
....at a community college in Wisconsin
Predictable ending. Predictable beginning. Stunted, stumbling plot.
You get the point.
The thing is...I liked it. It had a great heart and message (how can you go wrong with racial reconciliation....like Lethal Weapon or 48 hours)
I'm kind of glad I went to this awful movie...
Was that the Michael W Smith movie?
ReplyDeleteI kind of thought it might be once you started talking about it.
But racial reconciliation is a beautiful thing... and a good underlying theme covers up a whole heap of movie-making sins.