I greedily scan the box office figures weekly, as a way of seeing if my private predilections get played out in the market place. I giddily quaff my schadenfreude while gloating over the financial comeuppance of some hideous studio bilge. Of course many of the comparisons I make are spurious, because the playing field is hardly ever even, but here are a couple of the items I noted with satisfaction this week:
To date, Garfield has out-grossed Kill Bill2, White Chicks and The Stepford Wives
Disney is shutting down it’s hand drawn animation, but not before Home on the Range out-grossed the noxious Buena Vista released Raising Helen.
In the battle of the self-righteous blowhards, Fahrenheit 911 is way ahead of The Terminal
In the “who has the more valid world view” department The re-release of the original Godzilla is handily beating a snooze inducing Bukowski: Born into This
And to date, Shrek 2 has out-grossed The Passion of the Christ by about 100 million dollars. Yet where are the Time magazine cover stories about America’s return to Ogreism?