Okay, I'm trying to think of ways to describe movie tropes or devices that pop up in movies and always distract me from the real thing. Two I can think of, only one of which has a name.
NAMELESS TROPE.
Does it ever bother someone when they're watching a movie about regular everyday people, and the leading man or women is unreasonably buff? It's usually when you have a popular leading actor who wants to "stretch" himself but it's always distracting. I remember the "Amityville Horror" remake came out and Ryan Reynolds was just coming off his new action hero remodeling in "Blade Trinity" and here he is playing a normal, mild-mannered dad. And then he takes his shirt off and it's like, ok, mild-mannered dad must visit the gym at least four times a week. Why isn't this in the script? What does this say about the character? Because you can't be a mild-mannered dad with those biceps. That was a dopey movie, but it still took me right out of it. Apparently Aaron Eckhart moved from Rabbit Hole to Battle: Los Angeles, but he must have started his training early, because he was distractingly superbuff as he pined for his dead child and flirted with Sandra Oh (year right). Will Smith is guilty of this as well.
NAMED TROPE:
JAMES BOND PANTS
Have you ever tried running three blocks or so as fast as you can in nice pants? Have you noticed how quickly those pants will rip or tear, usually in pretty uncomfortable ways? Even if you're in great shape, and/or your pants have been tailored to the last inch, if you start to hot-foot it, you're going to ruin those pants. Unless you're the lead in an action film. I guess James Bond is most guilty of this, since he's always wearing tuxes, but it bugs me whenever there's a movie with a guy doing improbable things in clothing that would clearly be ruined by said improbable actions in real life. I once got involved in a minor drunken scrap in a bar and my perfectly normal jeans completely ripped in the crotch, lending me a great deal of embarrassment during an extended train ride home. All I'm asking is for the slight bit of reality that has James Bond (or Ethan Hunt, or Arnie, or whomever) tending to a giant hole where their balls would be after an action movie scrap.






