By Danny J. Gibson
It’s disappointing when a four (out of five) star film runs out of gas, dumbing itself down in the end to a cheesy parody of, well, itself…and eventually slipping into the historical film trash heap of “could have been something great”.
I’ve waited since the tender age of twelve to see Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon take the wheels and mark their names on the women’s lib. highway of bra burning (i must say, I really dislike the term “women’s lib”).
The film really was great for a while and then just seemed to change filmmaking hands.
The last few dumbed-down scenes at the end ruined all the great things about the film for me. The exchange of acting between (Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon) Thelma and Louise was great (both Oscar nominees for this). I loved their transformations and the little things that made you want to travel with them…the things that J.D. was attracted to (well, actually he wanted and got more than that! Use your imagination…). Oh, Brad Pitt’s debut can’t go unnoticed here. If this were my first knowledge of the Prince of Paparazzi Prints, I’d say he had all the making for a mega-star…and this is the film that made him the “Sexiest Man Alive”. It’s cheesy for me to say all this, but the perfect role fell into his lap to play the thievin’, nice guy, good-lookin’, good ol’ boy J.D. He certainly seemed like somebody I went to high school with. And I could just feel the heat he must have radiated on all the young girls when they first had their eyes melted by his good looks, tight butt and ripped abs in the film and in the glossy pages of their Seventeen magazines. Hey Brad! Ice down that “six pack” to cool down the blaze you’re radiating.
Anyway…fooey. I can’t get those two hours back. Maybe I WILL make my own cut of the film for the little things I liked about it.