11/23/2004
It suddenly occurred to me that I’ve seen some movies lately and that I haven’t bestowed upon the wide-world my feelings on same. Blame it on the holidays. Since I’m not going to cheat with the timestamp I’ll just date the post above.
So, National Treasure. It pretty much kicked ass. I’m a sucker for history, obviously, and in my current fevered state of mind an even bigger sucker for Revolutionary history. I loved every minute of this film: sappy, stupid, cliched, implausible – I don’t care. I loved it all.
While watching the various scenes in Philly I kept commenting to my pal, “That’s a great bar.” “My bro lives just around the corner from there.” Etc, etc, ad nauseum. Even in the very short scene in Boston I had a pint across the street from where the film was staged and met a lad who’d briefly gone to the same college as me.
Small world.
I will admit to one small dissappointment. I kept hoping and praying that the treasure at the end wouldn’t be real, that the hunters would enter a palatial room and find only a note attached to long-lost copies of our founding documents saying:
“You found the treasure. It’s all around you. We’ve given you this Republic –
If you can keep it.”
Now that’s a real national treasure.