A blasphemy in IMAX
Yesterday my girlfriend and I went to see Kanye West’s new film Jesus is King. I proposed an alternate title: Kanye is Bugf — k (subtitle: for labeling this film a documentary).
Every once in a while I have to relearn this piece of advice: Always view the trailers. Always. Always view them even if they give away good parts. And always view at least one review. Even reviews with spoilers. The reason they make movies so damn long nowadays is that even if you view all of a movie’s seven trailers, even if you get spoilers, they’ll still be something for you to enjoy after all that. If the film is good.
Had I remembered to take that approach, I could have realized that Jesus is King is not a “documentary.” That and I wouldn’t have paid Big Theater Bucks for a self-indulgent thirty-five minute music video that looks to be primarily shot on Kanye’s iPhone, regardless of the quality of the gospel music. Near the beginning they sing “Oh Fortuna” switching out the original verses with “Jesus is King” and similar lines. Had they kept the real lyrics in, it…
