Ironic? Yes, when critically acclaimed films, exciting films, those classics that lull me and I nod off. Whether I was eight, sixteen, twenty-five, or forty when I watched them, they function better than a sleeping pill. Why?
The score is iconic, but the repetition of the score throughout is like waves lapping on a shore and hypnotises me.
Explosive Scenes That Last Too Long
I know when a fight sequence begins, I can go make popcorn, go to the bathroom, talk to Mom on the phone and come back and it feels like I missed nothing. How many wallops and explosions and screams must there be before it becomes redundant?
Too Little Happening That Lasts Too Long
I know the cinematography is revolutionary. I know the story is powerful. Still. These are the ones where all that silence puts me to sleep.
They are way too long
I love these films, but I can’t make it through them in one sitting, or I’m snoring on the couch.
How is that films you love put you to sleep? Does this happen to you?