We were down in LA this weekend for a wedding where there was a 5 hour “break” between the ceremony in the morning and the reception in the evening. We all wanted to go see a movie (in our formal wear), and someone threw out “The Black Dahlia” as a possibility. We tangentially know the original author (who also wrote LA Confidential, a fantastic film), and someone in the group had read the original book and said it was quite good. However, because all of us ignored the fact that we materially dislike every single actor with a lead role, I should have been wary.
Awful. Awful, awful, awful. “I haven’t seen a movie that bad since Matrix Revolution.” Halfway through I wanted to get up and go see another film (I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, so did everyone else). There was maybe one decent scene in the whole film, but the other 115 minutes were unwatchable. You’ve been warned.
On a tangential note, another film were were considering was Hollywoodland. Someone complained “ick, its got Ben Affleck”, to which I responded, “yeah, but he gets killed!” (This is unfair actually as I like Affleck’s movies usually). When leaving the first travesty of a film someone mentioned, “well, I’ve heard that Hollywoodland is even worse.” The masochist in me for two seconds considered going to see Hollywoodland then because I just can’t imagine a movie being much worse.