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many crappy movie around us, so we need choose wisely.
I'd venture to say, "MOSTLY" crappy movies around us. The few gems are well worth the effort though, but I really love a good film.
The idea posited that allowing a writer to direct their own film is a bad idea, is so far from true in many of the films I love, and in the history of cinema that it is simply dead wrong. Such a notion demonstrates a great ignorance for the history of cinema, really bad taste, or both. I'd say most of my top ten films of all time were written or co-written by the director. Examples of great writer directors: Paul Thomas Anderson, Noah Baumbach, Susanne Bier, Herzog, Wim Wenders, Ingmar Bergman, Woody Allen, Thomas Vinterberg, Lars Von Trier (I hate some of his stuff but cannot deny he is a great talent), Fassbinder, Almodovor, Terrence Mallick, The Coen Brothers, Darren Aronofsky, Soderbergh, Nolan, Polanski, Tarrantino, Spike Lee, Tim Burton, David Lynch, Jarmusch, Terry Gilliam.... The list goes on and on. Fer chrissake, the notion that is not only utterly absurd, I'd actually reverse it and posit that I much prefer the films of writer/directors to those that are split off to two talents coming together to make a film. Not to say there are not plenty of great films done either way, but to rule out the former would be a tremendous disservice to some profound talent.
Speaking of crappy movies, I was surprised and disappointed by a film that seemed to have such promise: Directed by Herzog, produced by David Lynch and with a great cast of actors I would have expected a whole lot more. Indeed it is as quirky and odd as you might expect with these two at the helm, but the dead-pan acting and a largely unsuccessful attempt to get into the mind of a mentally disturbed individual (apparently inspired by true events) made this a 5/10 for me. Memorable for some quirky funny moments, but not at all cohesive enough to keep me engaged and interested: My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done