It’s Just One More Cinematic Offering

It’s Just One More Cinematic Offering

that goes into your head and out of it again
so fast you’re not even outside
the theater before you’re thinking
What Should We Do Next? Or
What Else is playing or ( if it’s a real hot day )
Let’s Get Some Soft Frozen Yogurt
and you eat it quick before it melts.

But REALLY, it’s not like the old days
when we had heroes like Humphrey Bogart
and the screens were filled with sex symbol
Marilyn Monroes. Now the actors come and go
as fast as the flicks themselves, and what you remember
is the quality of the special effects,
how they got this guy to turn into a blob
or you see this film that’s got to be
in eleven dimensions
and it’s hard not to believe
that that bug-eyed monster isn’t real.

ONLY IT’S THE SAME STORY AGAIN, canned, frozen
forever. I don’t even think they employ
script writers anymore. It’s all so much the same.
I sit there with my popcorn and I think,
What is there here to write a review about.
You just can’t use any words when there are no words used.
It’s all color. Very nice. And lots of swashbuckling action.
Also very nice. But let us admit, it is a bit of a bore,
and nothing to write a poem about.

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