Title: Cowboys vs Dinosaurs
Director: Ari Novak
Writer: Anthony Fankhauser, Rafael Jordan
Starring: Rib Hillis, Casey Fitzgerald, Kelcey Watson
Year released: 2015
Initial thoughts (Pre-screening): I’m not sure I remember how to do this; I’m just trying to stave off crippling depression. Things are…not going well.
Their synopsis: “When an accidental mine explosion releases dinosaurs, the citizens of an Old West frontier town must defend themselves against the prehistoric menace.”
My synopsis: Dozens of theropods, including one T. rex, that have apparently been living underground for millions of years (surviving on god knows what) are brought to the surface, and begin killing desert trash for sport. The last part I understand.
Quick review: I don’t think any of these people are actually cowboys.
Pros: Some mildly attractive girl with a terrible tattoo let a river masturbate her.
Cons: It’s like they’ve never even heard of dinosaurs. And why are all these young, hot women dating gross old guys?
Biggest movie cliché: Doesn’t seem like this small-town, power-hungry sheriff has his priorities in line.
Say a nice thing: The triumphant return of serious thespian Sara Malakul Lane. Here she is with her tits on a skateboard.
Say a sarcastic thing: Eric Roberts playing a washed-up, alcoholic burnout? I don’t buy it.
Say a creepy thing: That dead girl’s camel toe was really turning me on.
Biggest suspension of disbelief: Wait a second, were they trying to pass off a radar gun as a Geiger counter? (Oh, methane detector. Still stupid.)
Most relatable current event: Dinosaurs it has none, but Westworld is a goddamn good show.
Final review: The dinosaurs are very clearly physical manifestations of loneliness. They’re ever-present, perpetually simmering just below the surface. The mine is representative of the human psyche, and the message the film is trying to convey, is that there is great danger in carelessly and consistently mining for a positive outcome, as the overwhelming onslaught of self-doubt and isolation is all but assured. It will feast on your flesh. Consume you.
Our protagonist, Valex, is a friendless wanderer, who has returned home after failing to find any true semblance of love or meaning outside of the world in which he grew up. And yet, he still cannot find peace, because the only people he genuinely cares about have moved on with their lives, leaving him to flounder and drown in his unnecessary, useless existence. In order to find “actual” happiness, the reciprocal love of a woman, Val must literally jump off of a goddamn cliff, while simultaneously fighting the fact (/dinosaur) that he will always be alone, in life and in death. So really, what’s the difference?
Is it better to live, conscious of your unending loneliness, or simply die, and be free of the suffering? …Or I could be projecting all that, and this movie is just retarded.
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