Friday, September 25, 2020

The Worst Film Sub-Genre of Them All


The unfortunate pun in my title is SOOOO intentional. Yes, I'm talking about the dreaded submarine movie.
Recently my wife told me she wants to see Greyhound. I had a vague remembrance of seeing the poster for it somewhere, but gave it no attention because the photo of a constipated and oh-so solemn Tom Hanks told me more than everything I needed to know. I just recalled Hanks wearing some kind of military outfit (strike number two). 
With mounting dread, I asked, "Is that the film where Tom Hanks is a military pilot?"
She answered, "No, he's a submarine commander."
"That's WAYYYY worse," I groaned.
Before I delve into the depths of why I hate submarine movies, I should probably clarify that the Solemn Tom Hanks movie is my third least favorite movie genre. I may be the only one in the world who feels that way (well, outside of my brother and a friend), but I just can't take another solemn and Important(!) Tom Hanks movie. Give me the early Tom Hanks when he was zany, cross-dressing, and table-dancing any day. What finally sealed the deal for me on Tom Hanks was when in an interview, he said, "My job is to hit the mark and tell the truth." Ugh. Okay, listen up, actors... Get over yourselves. You're NOT curing cancer. End of mini-rant.
(For the record, my second least favorite movie genre is the unfunny comedy, which pretty much amounts to 95% of current "comedies." Don't get me wrong. I love unintentionally bad films. They make me laugh. But comedies that don't work are just dire. I'm looking at you, Adam Sandler.)
Back to the awful submarine movie genre... When asked why I dislike sub movies, I reply, "Well,  because they're about a long, hard, immersed vessel full of seamen." (On second thought, I probably shouldn't say that out loud.) But spending two plus hours with a bunch of sweaty, smelly men in cramped quarters isn't my idea of entertainment.

Now, I can already hear you hardcore sub fans calling me un-American and that I don't know what I'm talking about. I've heard this many times, "What? Are you crazy? Das Boot is a great film!"
Well, yes, except, um...it's not.
I remember some college friends of mine dragging me to see it at the university theater. One guy said, "Come on, it's a great flick! I've seen it twice already." Reluctantly I went, thinking maybe my fears were unfounded.
They weren't. 
Two-and-a-half hours of sweaty close-ups of Germans in a small ship with various plips and plops and sonar beeps and AOOGAAAH horns was enough to turn me off of submarine movies for life. 
Years later, someone said, "Hey, wanna go see the new directors cut of Das Boot? It's three-and-a-half hours long!"
I'm no longer friends with that guy.

The only other person I know who has a similar aversion to submarine movies is my terrific mother-in-law. Notoriously, she watched the sub flick, Run Silent, Run Deep, a mind-numbing record of 18 times!
"Why, for God's sake," I'd asked her.
"Because I'd fallen asleep every time it was on and on the 18th viewing, I finally found out how it ended."
Huh. No wonder she fell asleep. I won't even watch the film once. The title alone sounds like Irritable Bowel Syndrome or something. And I probably could've saved her the pain of watching it 18 times by guessing how the movie ends. The same way EVERY submarine movie ends: the sub rises from the depths. It's not rocket science.
There you have it. If disliking Tom Hanks and submarine movies makes me un-American, I'm moving to Canada (which is sounding more like a good plan every day). Oh! And I don't like John Wayne and his non-acting either. (Ducks...)
While on the topic of everything All-American, be sure and pick up a copy of my short story collection, Twisted Tales from Tornado Alley. Not only is it full of horror and humor, it's a snapshot of what's going on in the heart of the Midwest right now. Hint...it ain't pretty.

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