25/09/2020
30 Years Of Summer Blockbusters 🎬 [1998]
An argument can be made that the summer of 1998 can clearly be earmarked as the end of an era of when a summer blockbuster could qualify as a non-franchise, non-comic book related film or otherwise. The years that follow will be dominated by each studio mounting its own war against the others for box office supremacy, and their chief weapons were the Jedi, Transformers, talking donkeys, pirates, fast cars and boy wizards. The start of summer was kicked off by one of two meteor/asteroid films that collided with each other over who could be the biggest large-rock-that-would-inevitably-hit-the-earth films. Deep Impact couldn’t have been more different than its antithesis, Armageddon. Directed by Mimi Leader, the film has a light female touch and softness to it, that stands in stark contrast to Michael Bay’s in-your-face, 3 seconds is too long than edit film. Deep Impact may have kicked off the start, but all eyes were on the next film from the dream team of Dean Devlin and Ron Emmerich. Sadly, Godzilla didn’t thrill audiences nearly a quarter of a fraction of what his 1996 Independence Day did. Godzilla quickly sank into the murky depths from which it came. Jim Carey tried his hand at a non-comedy film that was light years ahead of its time. The Truman Show was sadly one of Peter Weir’s last best works, and it failed to nail down an Academy Award nomination for Best Actor for a disgruntled Jim Carey. Harrison Ford tried his best to navigate the lightweight romantic comedy, Six Days, Seven Nights. Mulder & Scully made their first big leap into the big screen with The X-Files: Fight The Future. Eddie Murphy’s remake of the Rex Harrison film Doctor Doolittle introduced the world to animated talking mouth critters. Then came the inevitable Fourth of July weekend. I remember this one, unmistakably for its inexplicably tied in my mind to the wild fires that consumed eastern Florida that summer. On the way to the theater to see Bruce Willis save the planet from being plunged into another asteroid apocalypse, I had one unfolding before my very eyes. All of the theaters were closed due to the fires and we had to backtrack to an out of the way older cinema, the Port Orange 6. Unfortunately, all of the showtimes were sold out for the rest of the weekend, because what do you do when you’ve been given the next few days off because the world’s on fire? You see Ben Affleck and Liv Tyler fall in love on an oil rig, that’s what you do. Armageddon would clinch the top spot for the summer and the year, but only for a short while. Mel Gibson and Danny Glover milked their on-screen chemistry for a fourth time, audiences were introduced to what would be the resurgence of the rated R adult, gross-out comedy in There’s Something About Mary, and Antonio Banderas would become the next incarnation of Zorro. But the rest of the summer would be forever dominated by one film, and for very good reason. Saving Private Ryan would completely upend audience’s expectations of what made a war movie great and Steven Spielberg turned it into a visceral experience, that is still be imitated to this day. Janusz Kaminsky’s distressed film gain and use of natural light, lent a realism to Saving Private Ryan that had never been done before. It brought a renewed admiration for the Greatest Generation that had spent half a decade pushing back N**i fascism. For the WWII survivors that saw it, it was sometimes too real, and too much of a reminder of what they had lost nearly 60 years prior. The film was a lock to win Best Picture, but disgraced film producer Harvey Weinstein made sure his company’s film Shakespeare In Love walked away with that accolade. The rest of the summer saw another Nicholas Cage film in Snake Eyes, and Wesley Snipes’ Blade which, some argue paved the way for 2000’s X-Men and what was to come. Other notable films that summer included: The Horse Whisperer, Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, Hope Floats, Small Soldiers, The Negotiator, and The Avengers...