Winter. A dark and cold time where, in your indoors-bound, cocooned state, you may feel temptation get the better of you. Some of you may decide to watch Wicked: For Good. Then your soul cannot be saved. Your cinematic sins will have reached a crescendo that even I, the most reverend Reverend, cannot salvage you from.
Temptation rises, like the engorgement beneath a katoey skirt in the bars of Soi Cowboy, Bangkok ever climbing costs of maintaining this house of worship. Soon, souls must be unburdened in the presence of the goddess herself. Bear witness!
Yes. Kisses. Anyway…
…onto the subject of today’s confession, as we spread the booth’s opening wide, ready to receive your movie sinfulness. Today we are talking about movies, and when you were wrong. Not just wrong, but totally wrong. So wrong about a movie that you were, in fact, practically marinated in wrongness.
What do we mean by this? Well, as usual, let he without sin cast the first stone. Here is my own confession about being so completely wrong about a movie that it’s almost comical.
I knew that there was a late 1960s movie called They Shoot Horses Don’t They. I knew it starred Jane Fonda. The thing is, until Wrenage and his excellent Retro Review this past week… I genuinely thought it was a Western! Seriously.
My experience of Westerns is largely limited to the complete works of Clint Eastwood, and a few John Wayne movies, so it simply didn’t come onto my radar. I had just made an assumption. I had no idea it was some kind of 70s dystopian grit, blurred into an existential cross between Dirty Dancing and The Long Walk. No idea. None. This ignorance based on this assumption has been with me for years. Decades, even.
Now I just feel silly.
So now you, too can share your movie ignorance and everyone can point and laugh at you, too. So this is it:
What movie were you completely, totally, and utterly wrong about, and why?
The hour doth approacheth, she draws near, your sins rise. You must confess. CONFESS!
