I'm up to five followers. I feel so special. :) Plus I think my wife reads them too, so that's kinda six. Not that she's "kinda" a person, but rather that she "kinda" counts as a follower... I imagine I'm gonna get smacked when she reads this.
Anyway, I was trying to think of something to write about today and I ended up remembering that I watched Quarantine recently with my wife. This is not going to be a full movie review - more just a brief rant on some stupid jackass of a marketing director who ruined the movie for me.
First off, if you haven't seen a trailer for Quarantine, don't watch one. It contains a huge spoiler that truly ruined the end of the movie for me. Here's what you need to know: it's a pretty good scary movie filmed in the Cloverfield handicam method and generally done quite well. If you like scary movies it's worth checking out.
Now, I generally hate spoilers. Like, someone told me the end to a book one time so I promptly put the book down and didn't read it again until years later when I forgot what happened. That's probably why I'm so angry about this trailer. You see, the very last 5 seconds of the movie are actually shown in the trailer. And this isn't in the sort of "Oh, I remember I saw that" kind of thing. This is a crucial part of the trailer that you spend the whole movie going "I wonder when that part is going to happen", only to realize, as you approach the end, that it was very clearly the end of the freakin' movie that they decided to broadcast to the world.
It's one thing to show all the funny jokes in a comedy trailer. But for a scary movie, which generally had tons of great material to pull from for a trailer, featuring the final scene not only in the movie, but also on the freakin' front cover of the DVD and the movie posters, is just ridiculously dickish. My wife and I both genuinely enjoyed the entire movie (she jumped so hard at one point that she spontaneously gave herself a charlie horse in both calves!) until the end, when we both got very annoyed and lost the entire suspension of disbelief. So thanks Mr. Marketing Jerk - you ruined the movie for us. But we did watch it, so I suppose you did your job. Jackass.