I just spent like two hours explaining adhd with my brother to my grandparents (on to side of my family that doesn’t have it everywhere) and holy shitttt am I exhausted. Like I have adhd, both my brothers have adhd and so do a few of my cousins some aunts and uncles probably my gramma and maybe as well my great uncle and probably more as that is all on only one side of my family where it’s just highly concentrated at this point. But anyways that is not the point, the point is that trying to have a conversation with two neurotypicals as two neurodivergents about adhd is so fricking frustrating. So like at times my nana would interrupt my brother or get off topic about something and my brother and I would just look at each other like ‘seriously SERIOUSLY!?!???’ because we can’t just go back to the original conversation after getting side tracked that is literally not possible for us. Or at times she would get really focus on interest and being motivated by that and we were struggling to explain how interest is a factor but now I huge part in like studying for exams for example. (please note my mum, who is the not adhd sibling of her generation, is also trying to help explain this) Or also she, still my nana, got really caught up on how it must be that we can't focus because we can't see how it will immediately affect our futures when studying, which noooo we can see we just can't do anything to make ourselves study or be interested. and my grandpa was better about not interupting he did get kinda confused about if my brother (who doesn’t have an official diagnosis, the other brother and I do) was self diagnosing and how can we be sure if he does have adhd. And at this point when both of his sibling do, at least one cousin, two aunts and uncles and probably more family has it and adhd being known to be hereditary, you kinda get to know the symptoms well and can look at someone and go ‘oh yeah you’ve got this and this and this and oh that too and this over here and oh yeah your life had kinda fallen apart a bit after high school yeah maybe you do have adhd’ so nope we maybe be ‘self diagnosing’ but when we’re also working for a diagnosis and know it that well its really not in the same category.
(and yes I know that they don’t know about this and are just trying to understand and look out for us but despite having grace to them in conversation that doesn’t make it any less frustrating. and im also only mentioning the more annoying/frustrating things here)
let’s get one thing straight about the Minecraft movie. It cannot be labeled a good or bad movie based on viewing it alone. As anyone who’s been looking at the reviews for it have seen, opinions on the matter are very split. To truly decide if the Minecraft movie was good or not, we need to know intentions.
If the intention of this movie was to use the nature of the inevitable cringe of the movie to not only: enhance comedic jokes that are more childish or poorly written by showing their qualities as purposeful, but also dig deeper into the nostalgic side of people and call out their childhood interactions with Minecraft as cringe but in a good way, yeah I think it was a good movie.
if the intention was to create something well made, complex, and clever while also adhering to modern day movie standards and working for the viewer intelligence points rather than viewer nostalgia points, it is not a good movie.
Yes the Minecraft movie is cringe, and yes the sheep look weird, and yes some of the dialogue is funky, and yes there are a million flaws but that’s the point. Or, it should be. If the Minecraft movie wants to be considered good, it needs to use these things to its advantage. As children, we were cringe and dumb and loved all of the oddities of Minecraft and the fandoms that went with them. By making a movie that's kind of shabby and really cringy, the creators are giving out a reminder that not everything has to be super well made to make an enjoyable movie. As long as it is intentional, all of these details make the Minecraft movie amazing, because it is exactly like us. Imperfect, flawed, cringe as hell.
Enjoy the Minecraft movie. Laugh at the jokes you would have laughed at as a ten year old. Don't think of anyone else in the theater (except for the staff, Jesus guys stop throwing popcorn on the ground) and certainly don't live off of the opinions of professional theatre critics because people can have different opinions.