I was just wondering how you feel as screenwriters when the movie you're watching has logic holes wide enough to drive a semi through. It seems like more often than not lately, things just don't add up the way they used to.
Maybe that has to do with modern audiences being "sophisticated" as some people say. We don't need to show anymore how the bad guys break into the building. We can just cut from them pulling up outside to blowing up the safe inside -- hey, the audience can figure out the rest.
In Get Smart, for example, Max inhales a blow dart that causes him to pass out. When he awakens, he's wearing a tux and voila, no more dart. How did 99 get that out? Where did the tux come from? ...Who cares???
I guess nobody cares. And yet... the joy of a really good film comes from savoring how the writer/s and filmmakers pulled it off. The Bourne series comes to mind. In fact, that's why I look forward to films written by old school writers: Paul Haggis, Tony Gilroy, Steve Zaillian, Scott Frank, Frank Darabont. They sweat the details. You can pretty much assume that if you missed something, it was your own fault. The pieces all add up -- it's up to you to figure out how.
Whereas... watching the standard fare film, your logic is assaulted at every turn. But does this bother you? And what bothers you more, the fact that the moviemakers didn't bother to vette the script, or that the audience doesn't seem to mind? Didn't slow Hancock any. Nor Indy 4. And on and on and on.
Why sweat the details if nobody really cares? That said, I'd rather aspire to be a Scott or a Zaillian than slide by. Craft matters. Doing it right matters.
Is that so crazy?
Maybe that has to do with modern audiences being "sophisticated" as some people say. We don't need to show anymore how the bad guys break into the building. We can just cut from them pulling up outside to blowing up the safe inside -- hey, the audience can figure out the rest.
In Get Smart, for example, Max inhales a blow dart that causes him to pass out. When he awakens, he's wearing a tux and voila, no more dart. How did 99 get that out? Where did the tux come from? ...Who cares???
I guess nobody cares. And yet... the joy of a really good film comes from savoring how the writer/s and filmmakers pulled it off. The Bourne series comes to mind. In fact, that's why I look forward to films written by old school writers: Paul Haggis, Tony Gilroy, Steve Zaillian, Scott Frank, Frank Darabont. They sweat the details. You can pretty much assume that if you missed something, it was your own fault. The pieces all add up -- it's up to you to figure out how.
Whereas... watching the standard fare film, your logic is assaulted at every turn. But does this bother you? And what bothers you more, the fact that the moviemakers didn't bother to vette the script, or that the audience doesn't seem to mind? Didn't slow Hancock any. Nor Indy 4. And on and on and on.
Why sweat the details if nobody really cares? That said, I'd rather aspire to be a Scott or a Zaillian than slide by. Craft matters. Doing it right matters.
Is that so crazy?
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