(I suspect I am the FB friend, and I note that I’ve since updated to “probably top 1000 and maybe top 100”.)
I think the reason I am even that effusive (versus the common trend in this subculture of being REALLY EFFUSIVE omg best movie evar) is that I am particularly enamored of stories which do two things:
A simple premise, executed well
A simple premise, fully committed to, with no self-consciousness or holding back
(Examples include The Terminator, Pitch Black, Memento, all but the last twenty minutes of Sunshine, and My Dinner With Andre)
I liked EEAOO not because it was mind-blowing or complex or surprising (imo it was none of those things) but rather because it felt like … like looking at the train set of an autistic child whose special interest is trains?
I liked the joy and enthusiasm with which it was crafted, which seemed to me to shine through and imbue each moment with a sort of affectionate glow. Similar maybe to Axe Cop, which I predict you would find similarly lacking-anything-pointable-at in terms of quality or point.
I think it was … charming, in the way that people might refer to a cottage as charming. I felt infected by infectious enthusiasm, wanting to go along for the ride because of how much the person who’d grabbed my hand was enjoying it.
“What are we doing toda—oh, okay, we’re doing this? …oh, we’re REALLY doing this, gotcha.” *grin*
(I suspect I am the FB friend, and I note that I’ve since updated to “probably top 1000 and maybe top 100”.)
I think the reason I am even that effusive (versus the common trend in this subculture of being REALLY EFFUSIVE omg best movie evar) is that I am particularly enamored of stories which do two things:
A simple premise, executed well
A simple premise, fully committed to, with no self-consciousness or holding back
(Examples include The Terminator, Pitch Black, Memento, all but the last twenty minutes of Sunshine, and My Dinner With Andre)
I liked EEAOO not because it was mind-blowing or complex or surprising (imo it was none of those things) but rather because it felt like … like looking at the train set of an autistic child whose special interest is trains?
I liked the joy and enthusiasm with which it was crafted, which seemed to me to shine through and imbue each moment with a sort of affectionate glow. Similar maybe to Axe Cop, which I predict you would find similarly lacking-anything-pointable-at in terms of quality or point.
I think it was … charming, in the way that people might refer to a cottage as charming. I felt infected by infectious enthusiasm, wanting to go along for the ride because of how much the person who’d grabbed my hand was enjoying it.
“What are we doing toda—oh, okay, we’re doing this? …oh, we’re REALLY doing this, gotcha.” *grin*
Does that help at all?