Showing posts with label Paramount. Show all posts
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Friday, August 14, 2026

Film Friday: 3 Bad Scenes in Otherwise Enjoyable Movies

It's Been Some Years

Way back in 2011, I wrote about awesome scenes in two movies that were otherwise terrible. Six years passed, and in 2017, I discussed two movies that contain fantastic scenes, even if the flicks are otherwise merely passable. Four years later, I touched upon three movies that were, "Good," but did have one extra great scene. At the end of that post, I joked that in another four or five years I would possibly make a post talking about strangely bad scenes in movies that are, apart from those scenes, stellar. Well, almost five years later, I was, in fact, thinking about some movies I am a fan of but which have that one scene that threatens to bring the whole thing down. Let's discuss...


The Notebook

Even if it is argued by some to be, "Escapist fluff," I would argue that of any movie made from a Nicholas Sparks story, "The Notebook," is the best, and a damn fine flick in and of itself. The cast is killer, from Ryan Gosling (as Noah) to Rachel McAdams (as Allie), and James Marsden (Lou) as the guy who gets left for Gosling's character and is shockingly mature and understanding about it. Much of the movie has a framing device of an old man telling an older woman with dementia the story of how this couple in the past came together. It is obvious fairly early on he is telling their story, and that's sweet, but not in a cloying manner. Then, the movie has to go and screw it all up with an ending scene so cheesey-yet-kind-of-dark that you're better off going with the book's conclusion. 

Basically, the elder Allie freaks out and attacks Noah, but then calms down, remembers him, and they die at the same time, holding each other in their arms. That is certainly...something. As for how the book ends, Noah telling Allie the story helps give her a flicker of memory, and they spend the night together making love as they did all those passionate years ago despite their age and ailments. I'm not saying the film version of, "The Notebook," had to end with a scene of two elderly folks bumping uglies, but it is just a weird downer of a note to conclude an otherwise great movie.

Showgirls

Look, I am not going to argue that the movie, "Showgirls," is necessarily "Good," but it is extremely silly and entertaining. This summary of it works well if you don't want to sit through its madness. It also takes a hard left turn near the end (you may see a theme forming here) with an extremely unnecessary gang-rape scene. It seems to be in the film so that the protagonist (Elizabeth Berkley as Nomi) can learn her best friend Moly (Gina Ravera) has been sexually assaulted so that she has the motivation to go beat up the perp before leaving Vegas (as she was going to do, but now she also kicks some ass first). It just seems like lazy writing (and something we've seen often in movies/television/etc.) to want to go, "This character is extra evil because they're out here engaging in rape and we need the hero to stop them." Multiple folks involved with the movie continue to have strong feelings about the scene and how out-of-place it feels in an otherwise campy delight. My advice to anyone watching, "Showgirls," who could be triggered by such a brutal scene or who just doesn't want to suddenly go from a fun vibe to feeling like they are watching a horror movie is to fast-forward through that scene.

Pyscho

Yep, we're going to talk about a scene near/right at the end again. This time the studio system is more to blame than anyone involved in the creation of the movie itself, however. Throughout, "Psycho," the director, Alfred Hitchcock, twists and subverts our expectations. The person whom we think is the main character ends up killed before the first hour concludes. The young man who manages Bates Motel, Norman Bates, seems like he is trying to keep his murderous mother in check while guests stay, but it is revealed in a shocking climax that his mother is long dead and he is killing folks whilst dressed as her. Why is he doing this, though? Well, any possible mystery flies out the window when a psychiatrist is called to evaluate Norman after his capture and reveals it is a violent personality disorder where Norman truly thinks he is his mother. 

This moment is in the original book the film adapts, but Hitchcock felt it ground everything to a halt, providing an overly clinical explanation for all the preceding suspense and horror. He kept it in the movie to appease Paramount, however, as he'd already pushed a ton of boundaries regarding censors upset about a variety of the movie's content (from unmarried couples in bed, to the peephole, a toilet flushing, and the now-legendary shower scene). Hitchcock knew how to pick his battles, and if he had to spoon-feed audiences an info-dump at the end of his movie instead of leaving things up to interpretation so he could get it released, he was willing to do so. Damn, the movie biz in 1960 sounds a lot like 2026 in some regards! Debates persist decades later about how useful or unnecessary that scene is. Clearly, I feel the credits could've rolled the moment the cops nab Bates, leaving us viewers in a shocked stupor, but that's just me.

I Love Ya, Flaws and All

Even if "Showgirls," hits a speed bump 3/4 or so of the way through and the other two productions end in a manner that leaves a sour taste in my mouth, I'm still a fan of all these of these. We've got a camp classic, a cozy romance yarn, and a masterpiece of film. It shows that no matter what kind of movie you make, it can be awesome even if somebody made a questionable choice with the flick. Now, I'll think up what the theme should be when I do one of these in another four or five years. Perhaps three hilarious scenes in otherwise serious movies? I dunno, I've got time to mull it over.

Friday, February 27, 2026

Paramount to Buy Warner Brothers Discovery After All?

It was early December when we learned how Netflix was tentatively set to buy Warner Bros. Discovery. Then, Paramount and its owner, David Ellison, threw a fit. The son of the sixth-richest man in the World (Larry Ellison), he utilized various resources and launched a hostile takeover. It seemed doomed, but Paramount kept chipping away at the seeming all-but-assured victory of Netflix with big offers, whining to Trump's administration (the Ellisons are friendly with Trump due to giving him lots of money at various points), and otherwise being a pain. Like a toxic lovebomber that WBD knew it should avoid but couldn't help but listen to, WBD ended up being won over by all the promises. Paramount was confirmed to have a superior offer, with Netflix given four days to make its own new-and-improved bid for WBD. Well, Netflix said, "Nope," and left, awaiting the guaranteed 2.8 billion that was promised if it didn't acquire WBD-Paramount will foot that hefty bill to Netflix if everything goes through.

The mood at Warner Bros. Discovery is less than jovial. I mean, this is really a case of one super-big company simply losing to another, but there seemed to be more optimism with Netflix involved. There was definitely a lot less political/ethical/moral baggage than with Ellison and all the B.S. pulled with CBS lately (from the hiring of Bari Weiss to the supposedly purely financial firing of Stephen Colbert). Plus, DC's movies and comics are owned by WBD. How will all this impact them? I mean, we don't know, but we imagine not in a good way. It looks silly to be cheering for one megacorporation while booing the other, but things really did appear to be on a better track for Warner Bros. Discovery with Netflix acquiring it as opposed to Paramount. Nothing is set in stone yet, and someone else could very well try to swoop in and snatch victory from Paramount's hands in the same manner they did to Netflix. For now, however, this looks kind of sucky, to put it in a blunt manner.