You think the world’s ending?
Written by Bwog Staff
B&W Literary Editor Hannah Goldfield had a free ticket to I Am Legend a couple nights ago, and recommends the experience.
You need a break. Seriously, there’s only so much information your brain can absorb in a day, only so many sentences it can formulate (or so I like to tell myself), and giving it a rest will surely improve its performance. So put aside those textbooks, sign out of Facebook, and take just a few hours to zone out.
I recommend heading down to Loews 84th Street (it’s really not far!) to catch the next screening of I Am Legend, the latest post-apocalyptic thriller starring everyone’s favorite alien-killer, Will Smith, appearing here as the only living boy (OK, man) in New York, and perhaps the planet.
There is absolutely nothing to think about in this movie. Once the mind-numbingly simple premise has been explained, there’s really nothing to do but sit back, relax, and succumb to the thrilling images of Manhattan sans people, of Smith glistening with sweat as he does pull-ups in his gorgeous, ENORMOUS townhouse on Washington Square, and of the most ill-conceived zombies I have ever seen. But Legend is more than just action-packed escapism–it’s also a comedy, the best kind of comedy: unintentional comedy. As the movie unfolds, it makes less and less sense, until the absurdities have piled so high it’s impossible not to laugh. How could you fall 20 feet, land on your back, and walk away unscathed? Why would anyone have a laboratory in his basement? Where did those lions come from? We pointed out ridiculous flaws all the way to the subway, chuckling merrily, and by the time we got back to campus, life seemed a little less serious.
Remember, it’s just school.