The Crazies

Loyal readers to this blog will know that if there’s one thing I hate about American cinema, it is the damn repetitiveness of most mainstream movies. If The Crazies was the first small-town-infested-with-deadly-virus-that-makes-innocent-citizens-go-nuts movie I ever saw, it’d probably be pretty cool. But because there are nearly a half a dozen of these produced each year, it is nothing new.

Don’t get me wrong, I love leads Timothy Olyphant (who should’ve won Emmy’s for his work in HBOs Deadwood) and Radha Mitchell (who can make crappy flicks like Feast of Love and Melinda and Melinda bearable), but they can’t save this washed-up mess.

You get the idea. Throughout this movie, I felt like the director was wasting my time. And I don’t want to do the same here with you. D