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"You wanna make an omelet?
You gotta kill some people."
The trailer for The Gray Man--Netflix's expensive original movie--is a generic mash-up of every flames and explosions CGI flick you've ever seen.
I'm reminded of John Candy's pyro rube:
"She blowed up r-e-a-l good."
It comes on the heels of The Man from Toronto, a caper flick so caper-less, T.O's tourist board should be demanding a title retraction.
How can Netflix be spending up to $300 million to make movies that would go straight-to-DVD a decade ago?
Slate has a piece on "why Netflix's most expensive movies keep getting worse."
Spoiler: Netflix is desperate for a "franchise", some original content that can be recycled like Marvel and Star Wars forever.
But desperation has its own stink.
And who has time to watch an endless parade of stinkers?
For Netflix's monthly tariff, I could have both Brit Box and any other specialty streamer.
The clock is ticking.
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