On average I probably go to the movies once every month or two. I see a lot more, I just don’t GO see them. I realize that for some that’s still a lot and for others that’s a paltry amount. As Popeye would declare, “I am what I am.”
So, in accordance with my habits, when a movie peaks my interest I must determine whether to go see it in a theatre or wait until I can see it at home? I already know that I will see it, but “should I stay or should I go,” becomes the question.
Big, epic blockbusters and other grand stories demand they be experienced, not just viewed. But most other films, especially those with a more manageable scale, screen adequately in the confines of the house, not necessitating the significant expenditure that theatre viewing entails.
Every once in awhile a movie walking the line between viewing experiences comes out. It questions whether I am willing to sacrifice the additional cost in exchange for quicker viewing.
This particular case is not an epic summer blockbuster as far as I can tell. It’s a slightly more intimate story than that. No space ships or aliens or giant explosions (I think). The movie is called, “The Nice Guys.” It stars Ryan Gosling and Russell Crowe. That might seem an odd pairing, but the trailers along with their Oscar presentation and the marketing attest to their chemistry as well as their capability for humor. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49ifhCQvpVQ
Additionally, Shane Black directs. Shane Black is responsible for one of my (semi-) recent favorite films, “Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.” If the feeling of “The Nice Guys” proves in anyway similar to “Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang,” and the trailers indicate it does, I anticipate enjoying it. How I go about enjoying it is still up for debate.
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