Make Me Believe

I’ve never been a fan of critiques. Unless it’s along the lines of: “This is what I like, I think it’s great and this is why. You might like it too”.

It’s always seemed to me a little bit small minded to start telling people why you thought something was dreadful.

On this occasion, however … um …. you might well like the film Moonfall, which is on at the cinema at the moment. We took one of our boys to see it. He is 11 and he liked it.

But, and this is obviously a very subjective thing, a million spectacular gimmicks, chases, and edge of the seat impossibilities, will never, ever beat a great story, and a well crafted script. The gimmicks bore me to tears. They always have. And it makes me a little bit angry when so much money is being thrown around and so little care is given to the parts of a creation that I think matter. Hrumphh.

I do feel like a bit of a killjoy sometimes though.

Especially when my foster son asks me why I’m laughing when the world is about to be destroyed.