The 1999 Brendan Fraser camp classic is back in cinemas, and it’s making me yearn for the bad movies of my youth.
The 1999 Brendan Fraser camp classic is back, and it’s making me yearn for the bad movies of my youthhas returned to theatres for its 25th anniversary and with that begs the question: why can't movies be bad like they used to be?is a work of cinematic grandeur. It is a narrative gift, a comedic marvel, and a testament to the range of Rachel Weisz and the indelible crush some of us still have on actor John Hannah .
I don't want to be the person who bangs her shoe on the desk and laments the action-adventures of yore, but the lasting legacy ofexplains why most of us will watch it any time it's on TV. It's ridiculous, but there's comfort in that ridiculousness. It's a soul salve to watch squash-buckling characters outwit a spirit lamenting his horrible passing, centuries after the fact.
It's only appropriate that in true camp fashion, I return to said journal for the first time in 25 years and say what I've been waiting my whole adult life to: I'm going to the movies to seeAnne T. Donahue is a writer and person from Cambridge, Ontario. You can buy her first book, Nobody Cares, right now and wherever you typically buy them. She just asks that you read this piece first.Watching The Simpsons was sometimes all my dad and I had in common.