I want to have movies to see, to enjoy, nay, to adore. I am a movie fan. But now, every movie I watch, I wait for it. You know what I mean by it. I mean that moment which had nothing to do with the plot where the movie makers express contempt for everything I hold dear. I mean the moment when they puke on me.
I see a lot of movies (it's part of the dates I have with my wife, when I can take her out of the nursing home and pretend for an afternoon it isn't real -- while pretending isn't satisfying, it's enough, for a while). And I'm starting to dismiss large categories: the R movies appear to be designed by sloppy screenwriters who can't come to the point, and so throw in extraneous scenes to get the rating in the hope that ratings mean excitement or seriousness; the movies "with a serious point" that embarrass themselves by showing the shallow world in which their creators live; the movies (so, so many) in which the characters' acts and words indicate that they are not real human beings; and the movies like the ones John quotes in that post, where the determination to swat "me and mine" overrides any sense of plot or understanding of reality.
I live in a town where they are made. I understand the byzantine process by which stories are reviewed, scripts rewritten, producers brought on board, bankable actors sought, scenes and people and props are added, and I know the many compromises that the process entails (and the pitiably poor design of the process, which shoots itself in the foot often enough). What annoys me is not what the illusions they propose: it is the illusions that they didn't need to create to tell the stories they wanted to tell.