I don't want no trouble

Movie reviews. Movie critics. Movie audiences. What do these three things have in common? You probably said movies, didn't you? Well, if I've learned anything in these 21 years of life it's this: There are reviews and critics and audiences and rarely do I agree with all three at the same time. Let's take Wizard of Oz, The Reckoning for instance. Mark Wahlberg did an excellent job as a witch hunter but Lindsey Lohan showed very little substance. This totally goes again Michael Bloomberg's review of the 32oz. Pepsi he drank watching the movie. I believe "anti-effervescent" isn't even a real term the soda pop industry even uses. This just goes to show you how out-of-touch Mr. Bloomberg really is with the entertainment industry. And he's still on that kick against Brittany Spears. But I digress.... The remake of the 1828 classic Wizard of Oz is perhaps, in my own best interests, the worse movie of the 20th century and perhaps, if I may be so bold (which I will be with or without your permission), the worse movie of the 2000 - 2020 era of film-making. But it made money. Audiences came out with a new sense of purpose and idealism. Jimmy Franco is a god they said. Actually, I believe what I said was, "Jimmy Franco is the worse." So there you have it. The reviews, and reviewers and the audience consisting of reviewers were a tight lipped, bruised bunch of crayons painting a new scene on the entertainment industry's canvas promoting its own demise through billion dollar ticket sales. Because, if Lindsey Lohan and Mark Wahlberg teaming up to hunt three witches surrounded by midgets/little people/height-challenged singing woodsmen is someone's idea of movie magic, then Hollywood is in trouble. Because at some point these children and the brain-dead parents of these children who fill the audiences and clap out loud at the worst times because there is a hidden card at the corner of the screen informing them to clap-now and they feel obliged to do so, will sterilize themselves through popcorn and soda (this is based upon Michael Bloombergs' case study of popcorn eaters and the soda they drink people). But I may be wrong. Perhaps a new low in entertainment (even though the scenery was "to die fer" is upon us. The standard in which a movie is ranked hasn't changed. The audience, and the level of story and acting they demand, has changed. Therefore, (i.e. I believe is the next letters to follow therefore), the expectation of the reviewers has changed. What once followed an unfiltered, bold critique of movies has become a yawn-filled, co-exist mentality from the reviewers of Hoolywood (yes, I purposely misspelled Hollywood and renamed it). Because Hoolywood has changed. Before, the audiences demanded a certain standard from Hoolywood and Hoolywood reciprocated with it's diverse collection of crap. Now, Hoolywood produces their idealistic version of diverse crap and markets it and demands the audiences to follow with the money through shame and self-loathing of their diversity and complexity. You must homosexualize and feministize your view of the world or Hoolywood will shame you into a certain white-trash, small-minded, gun-toting, bible carrying, right wing nutjob label only dogs and cement workers deserve. (And I'm not trying to label cement workers but let's be honest here - aren't they usually white-trash, small-minded, gun-toting, bible carrying, right wing nutjobs?) I know at least 99% are and I apologize to the 1% but you didn't exactly get forced into the cement industry did you? No one came to your door and said, "Hey there, if you don't apply and take this cement worker job you're gonna die." So there you have it. The biased and hip-hop, co-existing, liberal, fansty-pantsy Hoolywood execs have manipulated so many for so long that the Mark Wahlbergs and Lohans have no other choice but to do these roles. And get paid millions to do it. At some point they're gonna expect fame and glamour also. But we just continue to go don't we? We love our movies and our own logic is over-ridden by the lust for entertainment. And Hoolywood understands that. And they will continue to manipulate us until we are shamed enough to contribute an extra dollar while purchasing our tickets to go to the Michael Vick memorial victims of dog abuse fund. For those who don't know, the Michael Vick memorial victims of dog abuse organization is a group of hoolywood starlets and stars who get together in Rockefeller center and promote awareness of the attacks on owners by dogs who have been forced to wear little sweaters by their owners and finally have a mental breakdown and attack their human carriers. It's a worthy cause cause Hoolywood and Spielberg say so. My name is Rueuhy and I approve this blog.