9 Jul 07
Is it me or do we complain more, these days, upon emerging from a viewing of the latest bullet-soaked, vest-wearing, yip-e-kay-ay-motherf***ing Bruce Willis flick/dark, intense, grittily urban interpretation of the superhero genre/cheeky, light-hearted, almost slapstick, not-quite-romantic Owen Wilson comedy, that it was “too long”?
It was great, yeah, really exciting, kept you on the edge of your seat from start to finish… but…
Well it did go on a bit.
How long was it?
Over two hours!
Excuse me? Over two hours? You call that long? In my day you’d feel short-changed if a film was anything less than two hours!
Cecil B. DeMille would be turning in his grave…