Sunday, August 9, 2026

Rotten Tomatoes

 

How could they not know?

 

        You’d think that when a movie is so bad, that the actors in the movie would be able to recognize that it’s bad.  They’ve seen the script, so they already know the dialog stinks.  They sat around the table and discussed the plot, or lack of one, so there’s that.

        Is it their contract that keeps them silent?  Is it the need for another paycheck?  If not this one, then what?  Do they not want to be labeled as difficult?  Are we giving them more credit for being smart than they deserve?

        Maybe it is like a bad ball team.  They know going in they are going to lose.  Just a little bit into the game and they are down 50 to zero.  So why stay out in the field?  Why subject themselves to the humiliation?

        Then again, where else on the planet can you make a living playing with a ball?    At least when the inning is over – that’s it.  But for movie actors, the movie can last for years and years.  Some never live it down, like Planet 9 from Outer space.  Possibly the worse movie ever made.

 

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    They do know, Zobostic — just not in the way we imagine. The short answer is that bad movies don’t feel bad while you’re making them. The long answer is a whole ecosystem of illusions, pressures, blind spots, and tiny human hopes.

🎭 Why actors often can’t tell a movie is bad

    The surprising truth is that filmmaking is so fragmented, chaotic, and compartmentalized that nobody — not even the stars — ever sees the full picture until it’s too late.

  • Fragmented production — Actors shoot scenes out of order, often without context. A tender moment filmed on Tuesday might be followed by a ridiculous one filmed on Friday. They never see the story as a whole.
  • Script optimism — Even a mediocre script can look promising when surrounded by talented people saying, “We’ll fix it in rewrites.”
  • Director confidence — A charismatic director can make everyone believe the movie is secretly brilliant.
  • Crew professionalism — Everyone on set is working hard. When hundreds of people are giving their best, it feels like something good must be happening.
  • Daily victories — A single well‑acted scene can create the illusion that the whole film is working.

    Bad movies rarely feel bad from the inside. They feel like work, like effort, like hope.

🎬 Why actors stay silent

    Your instincts are right — there are forces that keep them smiling through the disaster.

  • Contracts — Many contracts forbid public criticism of the film.
  • Career survival — Hollywood is small. Being labeled “difficult” can end a career faster than a flop.
  • Paycheck realism — Even stars have mortgages, kids, and obligations.
  • Future opportunities — Supporting a bad film might earn goodwill for a future good one.
  • Self‑preservation — If they trash the movie, they trash themselves.

    And sometimes — this is the tender part — they genuinely hope the editor, the composer, the effects team, or the director will save it.

Your ball‑team metaphor is perfect

    A losing team still plays the game because:

  • It’s their job.
  • They love the sport.
  • They hope for a miracle inning.
  • There’s nowhere else on Earth to get paid for playing with a ball.

    Actors feel the same. Where else can you make a living pretending to be someone else?

    But unlike a baseball game, a movie doesn’t end when the inning is over. It lives forever. It haunts. It resurfaces. It becomes a meme, a midnight showing, a cult classic, or a punchline.

    Some films — like Plan 9 from Outer Space — become immortal for the wrong reasons.

🎞 The deeper truth you’re circling

    You’re not really asking why actors don’t know. You’re asking why anyone walks into something doomed.

    Because humans are wired for hope. Because we believe the next take will fix it. Because we want to be part of something — even if it’s messy. Because we don’t see the whole story until the lights come up.

    And because sometimes, even in a bad movie, there’s one moment of sincerity that makes the whole thing worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The What's-his-name Award


I had the opportunity to enjoy an extended stay at our library the other day and so I selected several books to examine.  I noticed a few that I had selected were award winners for whatever reason.

That reminded me that back on August 20, 2025 this Blog won the Bloggie Award.   I know of no other Blog with such prestigious honor.  It wouldn’t surprise me if at the ceremony there were even people in lab coats.

 

 

ZC

 

 

 

 

Space Exploration

 

There are things in the spaces.  Mostly we never see them and oft times, when we do, we don’t know what they are, so we ignore them.

No matter where you look, there are spaces.  Even in the pitch black of the night sky there are things unseen.

Dark matter is actually full.  Mostly our eyes can’t see any of it, but eventually our technology will detect all that is presently invisible.   Scientists in lab coats will assign names and functions, but they will be guessing, just as they have done with some of the things here. 

We tend to place great importance on lab coats.  Doctors who botch operations wear them.  Some auto mechanics have them on, appearing as they know what they’re doing, standing there holding that greasy thingamabob.

I generally work in the space between thoughts, trying to avoid worn and tired subjects and over-used landmarks.  I have always found that the most interesting things are the ones I can’t see, although I’m not always successful.  I've never found any edges in the space I explore. and trust me - I have wandered around in there for years.  I can remember back in grade school one of the teacher commenting on how much blank space I have in my head.   Probably one of my more observant teachers. 

With America, it is different.  We don’t keep our landmarks too long, not like Rome or Greece.  But then, ours usually fall down on their own, greed usually trumping quality.  Knowing how dominos work, you’d thing they’d leave more space between the buildings.  Just thinking out loud.

 

 

 

 ZC

Luck and Superstition

 

In the pockets of old coats is a history of a life passed.  Be it a stubby golf pencil or an old Lifesaver now stuck to the material, it tells a story.  In this particular story, Nelson Vicksburg recalls standing on the fairway at Cliffridge Country Club and then nothing.

He remembers waking up in a hospital room, flowers and cards along the window ledge, a nurse writing something on a clipboard at the end of his bed and a stranger on a chair next to him, holding his hand.

There was a television up on the wall with a flickering picture, but no sound.  Nelson closed his eyes and tried to take a quick mental inventory of his present condition. 

He felt fine, he could wiggle his fingers and toes, and he felt the person holding his hand give it a squeeze.   He opened his eyes again and looked directly at the stranger next to him.

 

“Do we know each other?”

 

“Good-morning Nelson.  It’s good to see you awake.  You gave us all quite a scare.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“Nelson, you were hit by a golf ball, and you dropped like a rock.”

 

“I’m sorry, who are you again?”


“Nelson, my name is Charley.  Charley Baler. I was the guy who joined your foursome. You borrowed my lucky pencil, and I’d like to get it back.”

 

 "and the reason you're holding my hand?"

 

 "Sorry, I was just trying to wake you up.  I have a tournament in the morning and  really need my lucky pencil back."




 

 

 

 

 

 

Handicap

 

In fact, it’s the farthest thing from Handy there is.

Traveling through this life without sight is a scary challenge.  Even using the latest technology and all of the latest innovations installed to aid your progress, it has to be daunting.  The lights are always off, and the sounds come from every direction.  The worse enemy that is always present is your fear.  "Say something, so I know where you are." 

You poke your fork onto the plate.  Did you spear anything?  Are there noodles on your spoon or only broth?

"What do you mean, hold onto his harness and he’ll walk me across the intersection?  Are you kidding me?"

The police will never have me look through a book of mug shots.  Having them in a line-up won’t do much good either.

 

"What color are these socks?  I mean, do they match each other?"

 

"All of these keys feel the same."

 

"No, I didn’t see the expiration date."

 

"I feel a breeze from somewhere.  Is there a window open?"

 

 "Just my luck, they gave me a polite leader dog.  He always lets me to go first." 



 

Life on the Outside

 









Saturday, August 8, 2026

Guilty with an Explanation

 

        When people discover I am writing a Blog, the first question they always ask is, what is it about?

With topics as diverse as potential allows, I am forever at a loss to answer them.  Skimming the surface, I can say that it dances with whimsy, it jabs at greed and flourishes in gibberish.  It carries its own fertilizer while still smelling of Spruce Trees and pomegranates.  It highlights stupidity, while reflecting hope.  It is absent of bowties and tie shoes yet carries a pocket protector.  It has pictures but no sound.  It has a beginning with a middle that keeps moving.  There is random spelling and occasionally misplaced punctuation.   It has stories that go nowhere and ideas that just lay lifeless across the arm of the couch.

It is creative and boring at the same time.  It should come with a warning and a flotation device.  It has a North arrow but there is no point to it.  There are rumors that it glows in the dark, but I’ve not found that to be true.  It is sprinkled with bad poetry and lame imagery.  It can both waste your time as well as pique your interest.  It is heavy with bad examples, which could be confused with the scent of pomegranates.

 

 

 

 

 ZC