
Today I had to sit through a colossal piece of shit called Citizen Kane. Actually let me rephrase that, this morning I had to get up at 6am to go sit in an ice cold classroom, to watch a big fat piece of shit called Citizen Kane. This movie is supposedly one of the greatest films ever made and I can’t for the life of me imagine why. I can only venture to guess that all previous movies in the 1940’s had sucked such ass that when this semi-coherent turd was released that it some how seemed amazing. It’s an average girl in a bar full of fat chicks if you will, nothing special but in that environment she’s an all-star.
Basically Citizen Kane is about a rich douche who tries too hard to force people to like him and ends up dying old and alone before muttering the word ‘rosebud’. Obviously the mystery behind the word Rosebud is somehow worthy of plotting an entire two hour movie around. (note to Orson Welles- it’s not) So we, the audience, are forced to endure the life of Charles Kane as told through various flashbacks narrated by the people who knew him.
Perhaps the use of non-linear story telling is why this film was considered groundbreaking. Maybe we owe the use of flashbacks in the TV series LOST to Orson Welles, though I doubt it because those flashbacks are actually interesting and tell a good story. Through those flashbacks we get to see a character from multiple points of view and gain a perspective on why they make certain decisions. None of that is accomplished in Kane who is basically portrayed the same throughout the film. I never at any point identify with or feel sorry for him.
Finally after sitting through two hours of his dull rich guy life of running newspapers and buying statues we are treated to finding out that Rosebud was the name of the sleigh he had as a child before he was forced to start leading his tough life as a rich asshole. That has to be one of the worst payoffs I’ve ever come across in a movie in my life. So thank you for wasting two hours of my time. It’s bad enough the story paid more attention to Kane’s second wife’s obsession with Jigsaw puzzles than ever exploring the death of his first wife and son. But hey why bother with that? I mean the death of your child wouldn’t affect your psyche or explain anything about the things you do, just gloss over it and continue on with the story.
In the end you can learn one thing from this abomination of story telling: If my dying words are ‘Atari’ please note it was my favorite childhood toy and it if that is all I have to say at the end please just toss me and a hole and move on with your day.


