Thoughts on movies, comic books, life, and other nonsense, by someone who should know better
Rarely do I ever get so annoyed and angry about one facet of a movie that it threatens to retroactively derail my enjoyment of the rest of it. Hell, I loved Star Wars: The Force Awakens, despite the screenplay being nothing but a Greatest Hits reel of A New Hope. When it comes to Baskin, I wasn’t pushed over that precipice, but I admit I came fairly close.
I’m sure you, like me, wonder what the point is in remaking movies. If a movie was great, what possesses a creative talent to feel it either needs to be updated, or bettered? If a movie was poor, why not just let it fade into history? To be sure, I’ve enjoyed a couple of remakes (Let Me In and Funny Games spring to mind), while simultaneously feeling the original was good enough by itself, but for every remake that produces a decent movie, there are many more that are just awful by means of poor realization and needless plot changes. This kind of “I can do it different/better” thinking leads to work like Tim Burton’s Planet of the Apes and RoboCop (2014) – and this is the case with Martyrs .
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 