November 2nd, 2010
Let me say upfront that I am sure most people will not agree with my review of The Missing. If the star rating system on Netflix is any indication (and it always is), people think this film is wonderful…or maybe it would be less of an exaggeration to say that people “like” this film and find it adequate. The people have spoken, I know, this film is supposedly above average. But I will let the cat out of the bag here– I didn’t like the movie. Now, my stunning powers of deduction would lead me to believe one of the following: (1) I am not a person. If people like it, and I don’t; therefore, how could I be a people? (2) The people are wrong. And I am right. End of story. (But this doesn’t really seem like me. I am pretty considerate of other people’s ideas…. maybe too much so). (3) Netflix made an error in calculating the rankings. No!! Well, I feel bad even saying that out loud. I know that can’t be right. Netflix is about as infallible as they come in my book. Or (4), I am a cranky reviewer. Sigh, my keen powers of deduction are hinting that option four is the most likely. I suppose step one is admitting I have a problem—or could I just admit that The Missing has a problem and say we are even?