The first thing you see in this movie: “inspired by a true story.” The last thing: “Dedicated to the memory of Sheriff Buford Pusser.”
In between, you got nothing to do with Buford Pusser, except a sheriff with a stick. See, that’s what happens when you raise an entire generation on nothing but Diff’rent Strokes and Duran Duran. They get confused. They grow up, they start running things, but they got heads made out of oatmeal. It’s like letting a dog mow your lawn. If you train it right, it might be able to push the mower around, but it’s gonna do a really bad job by human standards. These kids today, they don’t understand reality. To them, “reality” means you have to eat bugs and stab your best friend in the back to win money. So let me explain it to you knuckleheads. MOVIES ARE NOT REALITY. Because a movie was made in the ’70s does not mean that it actually happened. If you make a remake of Saturday Night Fever or Star Wars, you can’t say “based on a true story.” You have to say “based on a movie you already saw.”
A modernized version of a hollywoodized version of a true story is no longer a true story. Just like a remake of a movie that is not a true story, is not a true story, despite the advertising for that thing they released a while back that they claimed was the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
The movie Garfield is based on a comic strip. It is not based on a true story. The movie Super Mario Brothers is based on a video game. It is not based on a true story. The thing you see on a TV or in a comic book – that is imagination and fun. The thing you are in right now, at your house? That is reality. Look out the window now. Reality. Got it? There’s a difference. (more…)
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