There is a special area of cinematic ineptitude so intense that most movies that find their way onto DVD will never even sniff it. It is a place reserved for productions that are devoid of vision, intricacy, production value, craft, acting and engaging story. It is a realm often inhabited by porn productions that out reach their audience’s basic drives, and occasionally by sanctimonious religious films that mistake wholesome for cool. The kinds of films that I am talking about involve no reverence for the cinematic storytelling tradition or the craftsmen who helped to raise it to an art form.
