It’s been hard for us to put a movie into the DVD player lately for fear of it sucking. My wife has been busy grading school papers after we’ve put the kids to bed. My work is non-stop. We do our best to make time for the kids to get outside, et cetera. When The Blind Sidecame from Netflix, I was squeamish. It was that same monotonous feeling I’ve been having about how I can’t afford to waste time on movies that suck. My watch/return ratio (i.e. the number of movies I watch to the number of movies that don’t suck) is somewhere around 5 to 1 and that is with a lot of upfront diligence on reading reviews, talking to friends, and listening to opinions on the radio. And, I’ve only written a handful of movie reviews and I usually only write about the ones that really strike me; this is one of those movies.
Was the movie trite? No. Was it predictable? Yes. The word tritekept occurring to me again and again throughout this movie. I enjoyed the movie right from the beginning and I knew exactly how the story was going to go. I had an inkling of what the movie was about with regard to Michael Oher’s story and the fact this movie was based on that true story. Yet, even if it wasn’t, you would have been able to guess exactly what was going to happen. This story was a just a real life example of a 100 year old tried and true Hollywood formula. But, and this is a big but, it didn’t matter. The story was brilliant. I suppose this is why the word trite kept popping in my head. How can a story so realistic (forget about the Hollywood dramatizations – the story in general) be trite? How can human compassion for others in need be trite? How can this story be considered trite? It can’t. It isn’t. And, it’s dismissive to think so.