Sometimes, I watch a trailer and I'm completely taken aback
by the seemingly amazing concept and I can’t wait to watch the movie and I'm building up hype with my friends and the excitement is unbearable and I watch
the trailer over and over again and it’s all just so hectic and crazy. Most of
the time. This is usually justified by an amazing movie; such as Life of Pi and Inception. Thus, my excitement justified. On the other hand, I've been made to look like a fool for being so excited; such as the ridicule
known as The Devil Inside (For real though, it looked so good). Going into The
Purge, I was excited man. The concept of having an annual
do-whatever-crime-you-want day is genius. My friends and I were constantly
thinking of what we would do if we had that luxury (!) and I even jumped on the
#ThePurge bandwagon on Twitter. Fair to say, expectations were high.
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All my pre-movie excitement and frustration is reflected in
how fast I’m eating my popcorn; Hawke’s family sit anxiously with me awaiting
the buzzer which announces the start of the Purge and I get flashbacks of the
similar moment in The Hunger Games and how exciting that was. The buzzer goes
off and…
...the movie - like this unnecessary long gap - goes downhill.
I know that was lame but I was tempted. We understand why Zoey (the daughter)
is frustrated but why the hell is that girly-looking little boy frustrated? Why
is he scaring his Mum with that frightening remote control baby doll? Yeah, I
get that he doesn’t understand the need for The Purge but it just does not
explain why he’s so miserable, feminine and stupid. The short-lived magical
appearance of Zoey’s lover was short-lived, why? There was no need for him to
start going ape shit and start shooting at Hawke. This is what happens when an
inexperienced director decides to direct his own writing and this is a great
example of why writers and directors should be kept well apart from one
another. Seriously, I don’t even think they should greet each other until the red
carpet. A great concept ruined from the very offset because of poor decisions
by DeMonaco. How about if Hawke was a politically involved character or a
negative stereotype? What if the attacks on his house and his family were more
personal, as opposed to just a few crazy individuals looking to take down some
homeless man? Also, not the smartest decision to cast a black actor for that
role.
The constant reference to America and Americans gets you
thinking a while but the effect of this movie should have been a lot greater.
Instead, I left the cinema laughing at the bleeding face and broken nose of
Grace (the blonde lady who saved her neighbour's life and then wanted to kill
her after). Also, if you want to kill someone, why must you scare them first? It just makes no sense! Just fuckin’ kill them.
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