"I didn't understand it. It all seemed very unimportant. I didn't really care for it. Women wouldn't respond to it because they don't know much about football. And the way they played it in the mud. Why would they have to do that? Women won't really want to go watch that. And why do they keep hitting each other? Why were there so many fights? Did they think it was supposed to be funny? The whole movie, all they do is fight. It was like slapstick, I guess. But not funny like we used to have, the Three Stooges, people like that. Although he's very handsome, that George Clooney. I didn't see the reason for that picture, really. It wasn't about anything real, anything I could relate to. And those fellows in the uniforms at the end, I didn't understand that part of it. Not that it matters. It's not like I felt like I was missing anything of any real value. I talked to other people after the movie, they didn't care for it either. It was all very inconsequential, nothing of any depth, of any emotion. The girl in the picture -- thought I heard someone in the theater say that she had won an Academy award or something. I don't know who she is from Adam. She didn't even look that young to me. In the movie she says she's 31, but she's not 31. She did not look 31. I wasn't that impressed with her at all."
It almost sounds like existentialism, the way your grandma describes all of these popular movies out. She may have a point.
Posted by: Jennifer | April 13, 2008 at 12:19 AM