Director: Brian Goodman
My folks were staying, and after a busy, social weekend we decided it was time for a film – kick back for a Sunday night DVD; something/anything. Well, I had something that was going to fit the bill – or sit somewhere between those categories. Black Butterfly was part of the pile of review-discs and it was time to give it a spin. We were all in the mood for anything, something easy, and though there were obvious concerns about this movie – Antonio Banderas was not only the headliner, he was generously described on the back-cover as being a “Hollywood Legend”. Well, maybe he is – in whatever sense, but this is also an alarm bell. And speaking of back-cover alarm bells, there were only website-quotes (almost anonymous in the scheme) telling us that this was “a twisty thriller” and “A riveting whodunit”. They sorta give the game away.
No critic would put their name to a rave review of this movie. The production machine behind this version could only find anonymous entities prepared to give any sort of rave.
Ten minutes in we were struggling. All of us. But there was a glimmer of hope it might go somewhere.
After twenty minutes there was no chance of redemption.
“I give this film an E-“ my father announced loudly from the couch.
“So, why do you have these films anyway?” my mum tagged in.
I tried to explain that they were sent to me to review.
“Well, this is a piece of shit!” my dad further announced. And then quickly added, “but you don’t say that right – you say it’s good, or else you don’t get sent anything else”.
One by one the people in the room nodded off to sleep, no one wanted to walk away, as if there was some honour in sitting through it – even if not actually watching. I had said that I could sit through anything. So the challenge was on.
“Just remember – there’s no point in bagging it, even though it’s a piece of shit”, my dad added after he woke up.
Wise words. As always. And thanks for the help with this ‘review’.