Fellowship of the Ring and Cat People When great movies make lousy DVDs, and vice versa. By Bryan Curtis August 15, 2002
Slate dissects two new DVDs and finds a curious trend: the releases of popular movies (even "great movies," i.e. Lord of the Rings) are packaged with so much advertising material that they in fact become ads for themselves, and maybe the sequel; the Lord of the Rings DVD comes bundled with "three documentaries and 11 short 'featurettes'" devoid of technical or aesthetic insight which only work as previews of the film on the very same disc. Marketing rules.
On the other hand, editions of less succesful films ("lousy movies," i.e. Cat People) get the lion's share of worthwhile extras. Even just a commentary track, if it provides fresh information on how the movie came to be, can throw a new light on its shortcomings and make it interesting.
Have only one bone to pick with Mr. Curtis article: regarding the plethora of trailers on the Lord of the Rings DVD, he comments:
The theatrical trailers on the DVD have the same problem. Fellowship includes nine of them—three from the theater, six from television. Why? With older films, like The Searchers, the trailers make interesting artifacts. But when the movie is only a few months out of theaters, who cares? Plus, as DVD extras, they seem out of place—imagine if before a theatrical screening of The Fellowship of the Ring you were treated to the trailer of … The Fellowship of the Ring.
But even if "the movie is only a few months out of theaters," buying a DVD is commiting it to future viewers who will may those trailers are... "interesting artifacts." They may even make for interesting analysis by marketing students (or just overactive movie buffs) by allowing them to study the differences between each of them.
Then again, if the DVD includes an ad for the upcoming "Extended Edition," it might not reach those future viewers after dumping "this denuded version into the trash."
Some other lousy movies with great extras I can recommend: Rollerball and Bubble Boy. No, really.
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