There are plenty of old and iconic movies that I don’t necessarily like when I finally get around to watching them, but I can usually see what makes them iconic and enduring. With Chariots of Fire, I was just plain bored and seriously have no idea why it was a hit. More than a hit, it somehow won Oscars for Best Picture and Best Original Screenplay. It was 1981, so Hollywood was doing a shitload of cocaine at the time. But even that doesn’t excuse a cock up this big.
It’s 1919 and men are returning home after the war. English men. English men with toffy accents who attend exclusive and posh colleges. So already, they’re unbearable and very easy to hate. There’s one named Abrahams who’s the victim of some casual anti-Semitism that came as a bit of a surprise to me. There’s some other dude he goes to school with who might be a Lord, or some shit. (more…)