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Monday, March 26, 2007

Patch Adams Make Me Homicidal

I watched the entire Patch Adams on TV a week or two ago. Not because I enjoyed it, but because I have never in my life seen such sickenly tear-jerky, putrid moviemaking. I wanted to ralph. I was really sick. I hate Patch Adams. I hate how he wears bed pans for shoes and puts that stupid fucking red thing on his nose. If I was ever dying of cancer like the guy in the movie, and Patch walked in my hospital room dressed as a fairy to try to make me feel better, I swear to God, I'd murder the bastard.

Patch Adams epitomizes the gigantic cock that American movies suck. Why does Hollywood insist on making people feel so fucking happy and okay about the universe. You don't see this in German movies. In fact, no other country that I know of can manufacture the drek of American film.

I remember seeing George Clooney talk with pride about story-boarding every single shot in one of his movies. When German filmaker Verner Herzog was asked whether he story-boarded one of his movies, he said he never story-boarded. He called story-boarding "the disease of Hollywood." Verner Herzog, in my opinion is the greatest living director.

In the 70's Hollywood churned out some really great movies. Now everything is formula, special effects, sap, and derivative. This is why I don't go to the movies anymore.