The wife had not seen Robert Altman’s The Player, so I brought that home, insisting she carefully watch that wonderful unbroken eight-minute-plus tracking shot that opens the film. It was then that I learned with certainty what I have long suspected: My girl’s effective attention span is about three minutes, tops.
This is stupid. They just keep showing people talking through windows. I thought this guy was supposed to be some great director. I could have done that.
Jesus wept.
I guess The Russian Ark is simply out of the question.
This is stupid. They just keep showing people talking through windows. I thought this guy was supposed to be some great director. I could have done that.
Jesus wept.
I guess The Russian Ark is simply out of the question.