Not All Flicks Are Created Equal

What to make of the fact that over the Turkey Day weekend Four Christmases, a holidaze comedy starring Reese Witherschin and Vince Vaughan, stomped the bloody piss out of Australia, the Nicole Kidman-Hugh Jackman period epic that the DF&C and I found to be rather good, thank you?

I don't have a clue, which is one reason I'm a lowly blogger and not a talking head on "Entertainment Tonight."

Further deepending my puzzlement over why Australia took in a paltry $14.8 million compared to a boffo $31.7 mil for Four Christmases is that every movie preview that we saw save for one was another stoopid formulaic flick like Four Christmases. Although none more so than a forthcoming pile of celluloid dog poop starring Jennifer Aniston called Marley and Me, which was doubly insulting because I once worked with the fine chap who was the author of the eponymous bestselling book.

The one exception among the reviews was Frost/Nixon, which is getting great reviews from people like me who are clueless about why some great movies bomb.