No, it isn't because of the vitriolic fanboy reviews on the net or even because of better considered reviews by folks whose opinions I trust, because I haven't read ANY reviews. I'm a thinking human being who likes to make his own decisions after actually seeing a film, which disqualifies me for half the discussions of the film on various message boards right now, I know. Call me Foolish. Call me irresponsible.
No, the far more prosaic reason I won't be seeing Conan the Barbarian when it premieres here on Friday is because even if I went, I couldn't see it. Yesterday I broke my glasses.
I'll spare you the gory details, so let's just say I stepped on them and that there may or may not have been a cat named Bruce involved. The important part being, my glasses are, to use a military term FUBAR. And no, I don't have a back-up pair. My eyesight hasn't changed much over the years, so last time I visited the optometrist, I didn't' have to get new glasses, and I've no idea where the pair before that has gone. Anyway, I did go to the eye doctor and two, count em, two new pair of glasses are on the way, but they will not arrive before the weekend.
Fortunately I am nearsighted, which means I can still do my job, read, and type on the computer, as I am doing now. Unfortunately, I am nearsighted, which means that without my glasses, Conan would look like an animated film produced by Monet. Conan the Impressionistic, anyone?
I had planned to hit the first showing tomorrow so I could get my review up here for the weekend, but alas, that isn't going to work out. Sometimes fate takes a hand.