It's come to this?
Look, I can accept that the wholesale strip-mining of the Looney Tunes characters is an inevitable thing. They are owned by Warner Bros., a gigantic corporation with stockholders to appease and profits to earn, and these characters are part of an enduring legacy created by dozens and dozens of hard-working artists and filmmakers over the years. They can be exploited and re-exploited forever, and will be. I get that.
When I was in Toronto for the film festival this year, I spent a good deal of time in line for the various press screenings, usually in the lobby of the Scotiabank Theater. It's one of these hyper-modern lobbies with eight different concession booths and video games and monitors everywhere and neon purple accents and color and sound and light and it is a damn nightmare if you're trapped in it for longer than fifteen miinutes.
One of the particular forms of torture that the lobby is designed to visit upon you with the focused sadism of a trap in a "Saw" movie is that they only showed two trailers the entire time we were there, on a loop. Over. And over. And over. And over. Two trailers. I don't care if those trailers are for "Lawrence Of Arabia" and "Brazil," if you watch them hundreds of times in the course of a week, you will learn to cringe as if from physical blows each time each beat of those trailers plays out. And what were they? "You Again," which I will never ever see, and which appears to be about six minutes long, detailing each beat of the film. And the other?