Off and on all weekend I've been trying to draw parallels between reactions to the newest episode of Sherlock
and the movie The Blindside
. So much so that I'm actively trying to coin a phrase to encompass the feeling of respecting something for its merits, while still disapproving of its flaws.
Just now I'm remidned of my favorite line from the movie Hellboy
We like people for their qualities, but love them for their defects.
...but this is really neither here nor there.
For those of you lucky enough to have missed one of my many rants about The Blindside
let me sum up my position:
It's supposed to be a feel good movie about how the courage of one family's conviction raises a special boy out of a terrible situation.
What it is to me is yet another story of a rich white person who bestows both money and attention on a poor black person in order to raise them above their lowly station in life.
The first position is why my immediate family loves it, the second is why I don't think I ever could, regardless of how charming Sandra bullock is or how much I love that Kathy Bates is the whispered about Democrat. I avoided this movie the first weekend it was out for the reasons stated in the second synopsis, opting instead to see Ninja Assassin
...which was awesome, in case you were curious.
It's been over a year since The Blindside
came out, and I think I've seen the movie at least four times...by virtue of spending various weekends at Rocker Bing's house. Each time I see it I keep myself quiet during it, because...no good will come from trying to have that conversation. While I can see their forest, they don't seem to mind my trees...and so it goes.
Which brings me back to Sherlock
I loved the episode. The ending is a bit...bizarre, I'll grant you. In fact...I'm more than willing to grant the trees, though...in the forest of the show those trees stand no taller than any other for me. I'd be more than willing to talk about why those trees are no taller for me, but...I don't have the energy to wade through the vitriol. SO instead, when my path happens to cross some commentary I don't agree with I find myself saying:
"Forget it, Bing. It's The Blindside