My B-side

Cheapens the Taste

Tonight I dove deep into the Abyss of the PG-13 Movie. My poison: Wicker Park. Number 3 of my Top 5. Up until this very moment I had only seen the censored PG version of the movie. Two HUGE scenes were brutally chopped out of the Clean Flick. One, not so plot-imperative, as it was representative; while the other changed the entire character of Josh Hartnett. In the clean version you believe Josh is this desperate romantic, longing for his long lost soul-mate, constantly searching, practically vestal (her being the exception); but the “normal” version completely demeans his character classifying him as a man whore, a mere sample of an ever-rising population of men who cannot seem to keep their pants up. In the end he isn’t worthy of a cow let alone crazy love with a soul mate. No, no; she could do A LOT better. I couldn’t even cry, The Scientist and all, and that pisses me off.

posted by Melissa at 02:31