today is the anniversary of the attack on pearl harbor, and everyone seems to solemnly remember and appropriately mourn the tragedy. but what about the ben affleck/josh hartnett pearl harbor movie? was it not at least tantamount to the event itself in terms of devastation? i have boycotted bruckheimer films ever since (and seriously questioned why i never did from the get-go). perhaps the film's opening should be a national day of rememberence - for the countless innocents who threw away seven fifty in hopes of experiencing a worthy tribute, and instead found themselves immersed in a quagmire of trite dialogue, overacting, and characters that we wanted to die horrible flaming deaths. not to mention the aww-shucks-ma'am western slang/love triangle/best friend's pregnant wife/bastard child named after best friend/soap drama aspects. it all makes me swell up with something other than civic pride.
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