This was supposed to be an article about how much I hate The Sheep Detectives, but I don’t really want to write that article. It’s not because I changed my mind and think The Sheep Detectives is good. I haven’t. I hate it. I might even say I really hate it. I’ll die on that hill too. It’s just that, also, in addition to hating it, I appreciate what it’s trying to do and respect the hustle.
I see a lot of movies every year, and the sad truth is that most of them are barely seasoned white meat. There’s a handful I really like or even love, a handful I absolutely hate, and then a bunch of mediocrity in the middle that I can’t make myself feel strongly about one way or another. Maybe I’m dead inside, or maybe an overwhelming majority of movies these days are sanitized and workshopped and edited and focus-grouped to the point they become soulless and bland and without a point of view.
