Movie night out in South Florida: Mistaking Spell

I never intended this blog to address today's issue specifically, but after what I witnessed last night I just couldn't, rather decided not to restrain myself.  As far as I'm concerned, it would be a great injustice if something wasn't said.  You see, I was invited to a movie premiere last night, September 4, 2011, by a good friend, who himself had acted in.  He had confessed that it was a small part but being his very first speaking role, he felt proud of it and was happy to have some support.  And I was glad to accompany him.

As the title states, the movie is called Mistaking Spell.  I would prefer not to attempt to convey what this movie is supposed to be about, because it would only stress my brain to find the correct words.  I can say though that disjointed and schizophrenic do little to completely detail the melange of awkward performances and maybe more importantly dialogue.  In fact, I refuse to mention either my friend or any of the other actors who appeared in this film for fear this review might do more harm than good.

Though, I can also say with all certitude, any actor in this film who goes on and achieves any success and receives any accolades, is not only blessed and highly favoured, but should also be forever recognized as one of the modern eras great actors.  A tad much?  Not really, for this movie was such a horrible avenue for these actors, whom I'm sure had no idea how the cutting room floor would treat their performances, that critics must look past and judge only their future works.  I only hope that the child actors are able to continue through life without so much as a scintilla of the irreparable scarring that my mind was subjected to.

As there is not much good to be said, and in my best attempts to stick to time honoured axioms of manner and protocol, I'll conclude with this: Somebody please find whoever does the reviews for Rotten Tomatoes and plead that they universally pan, nay, inter-galactically pan this movie.  Also, when time travel is finally realized, please notify me so that I might retrieve the few hours lost on a balmy Sunday in September.  I would have been better off staying home to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm, Entourage and True Blood, my Sunday night trifecta.