Yeah, when I was 15 I would’ve been apoplectic with giddy anticipation. Now, not so much. I’m reminded that I’ve had 2012 at home from Netflix for two or three weeks and not been able to muster the care to watch it.
Aw, dammit. For the last decade-and-a-half, ID4 stood out as the only summer megablockbuster that didn’t feel the need to churn out a sequel. I actually respected it for that. Oh well.
Independance Day is the only movie I’ve been to see that actually enraged me with its terribleness. As a cynical exercise in exploring the territory where people will continue to pay for rubbish, it has few equals.
Of course, we’re not the only nation to have an Independence Day. You could do, like, Cinco de Mayo, or maybe Syttende Mai (Norwegian Constitution Day).
I happened to be spending a month in jail at the time Independence Day was released. I remember watching the advertisments for it on the television, thinking that as tedious as incarceration is, at least it was keeping me safe from having to see that piece of shit movie.
Fortunately this time around I’ll be better able to resist peer pressure and will not need to hide in a cell to avoid the inanity. Probably.