My night can't continue until I've evicted the angry little thoughts that are cluttering my mind.
I want to know - nay, need to know - why there are two (2) constants in movies and television that are A) stupid, and B) stupid.
The First Stupid
You're watching a show that has a bit of the action in it. I don't mean "The Top Ten Things I'd Like Jolene Blalock to Do with My Bellybutton" action. Nope. I'm talking about guys with guns shooting at other guys with guns.
My work chum Laurence Moroney lent me The 4400 to help bring me down slowly from my Farscape withdrawals. I like the show and stuff, but I just watched a scene that I think has been in every single adrenaline-y show ever.
There's a bad guy. There's a good guy. The good guy is looking for the bad guy. The bad guy exits a building roughly fifty feet from the good guy. The good guy sees the bad guy, but the bad guy doesn't see the good guy.
So, does the good guy take advantage of the situations? Does he use surprise to gain the upper-hand? No. He yells, "HEY, YOU! STOP!"
This bad guy just tried to assassinate some important somebody. Do you really think he's going to stop in his tracks and give up just because you told him to?
Oh, curses! Apprehended by a capable lawman! I rue the day I began tying women to train tracks so I could laugh at them while twiddling my evil moustache...
It's like those shoplifter detector things at the store. Most of the time it's people who haven't stolen anything who set the things off. But, if you do happen to be a legitimate shoplifter, then are you going to stop in your tracks when the alarm goes off?
Oh, fie and fie upon it! Caught so early in the game. How embarrassing it shall be to have to tell the other members of the Shoplifter Club that I only made it to the door. Who knows how much farther I would have had to run to make it outside and to my freedom. How, I wonder, were they able, with nothing more than a sound, to imprison me within those gates. These are mysteries man was not meant to know.
They're every bit as effective as car alarms; they irritate the hell out of all the innocent bystanders, and the (smart) criminals always get away.
A car alarm doesn't say "STOP!" - it says "RUN!"
Why, then... why would it ever be smart to order a criminal to stop where he is when you have the element of surprise?
Do hunters call out to deer?
"HEY, DEER! STOP RIGHT THERE SO I CAN BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF, YOU SONOFABITCH!"
If you were a deer, would you stop? I mean, aside from the obvious language barrier evident in this example.
I don't know. Maybe it's me, but there's a universal quality to really loud noises that just doesn't compel me to do anything other than spring away like a gazelle with fire-ants crawling all over its bottom.
Next time, Mr. Macho Cop Man, just shoot the bastard. When he's down, you can stroll on over, point at him, laugh, and then you can say, "Stop! Ho-ho!"
The Second Stupid
I think every actor does this from time to time. I try to pretend that Jolene Blalock and Gigi Edgley don't, but I'm sure they do. I can still have my dorky sci-fi chick crush on 'em. It's cool.
When you see a couple actors in an intensely dramatic scene, and when they're staring at each other face to face, watch their eyes. When an actor wants to express deeply felt emotion, he or she starts looking side to side - OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, then go pop some fairly recent DVD into the ol' player and watch for it. When you spot it, you'll know what I'm talking about. You'll also never be able to watch anything ever again without noticing it. I'm dragging you down with me, pal. Welcome to hell.
I'm hoping that the next serious relationship I have turns out well (hey - these meds rock), but I've been in that intense face to face situation on far too many occasions, and I can't think of a single bloody time when her eyes were darting side to side - OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
No matter how intense it got, eyes were either in the standard forward position, or they were off to the side. It usually depended on how much lying there was. More lying, more looking off to the side. But at least you knew what it meant. If she had started that irritating side to side thing, I probably would have thought it was a seizure. And, to be honest, a seizure might have been a nice break in the fighting, but my point is that it never happened. No shifty eyes; no seizure. No brief respite from the pain.
Do any of you do this shifty eye thing? If so, why? Who was the thespian who first thought that shifty eyes were the best way to dig your little actor self into a hole deep enough for you and your Oscar?
This is the one place George Lucas can help us. Only he can go back through the entire catalogue of film and television and use his computer trickery to modify everything ever made and stop those damned eyeballs from shifting. From darting. From making everybody think you're having a seizure.
In Conclusion
Stop doing these two things.