The same White House. A different Butler.

If America is ever attacked as shown in the new film Olympus Has Fallen, one of the reasons may be that we make so many films like Olympus Has Fallen. Who can blame any other country for thinking that we are a souless, bloodthirsty nation.  This film is yet another sick entry into the genre of violence, gunfire, bloodshed, merciless killings, piles of bodies, everything that Americans or at least American filmmakers like show and so many citizen love to watch. This film is a little more tasteless and obscene than most of them since it has a higher body count, and features the destruction of Washington, D.C. Frankly I found it unpatriotic in its gratuitous depiction of so many government workers being slaughtered.  One has to question the mindset of the sadists who produce and direct films like this, or the standards of those willing to appear in such shameless and tasteless fare. Of course those involved may think that it was redeemed by a cornball, patriotic ending. It wasn't. In fact the ending was so sloppy that it didn't even account for the fate of one of the major villains, or rather villainess, and never showed us the film's feistiest heroine having recovered from her abusive ordeal. The cliched indestructible hero was good-enough Gerard Butler, whom I suspect got into the movies for the same reason Jayne Mansfield did: nice tits. The tower of strength substitute president role went to—who else?—Morgan Freeman. I was very disappointed to see Lawrence O'Donnell lend his  admirable presence to this film. Well it's not really a film; it's more like a video game that you can watch but not play. I personally feel everyone involved should be ashamed to be in movie that ultimately shows an unprepared America  taken by surprise, having its White House demolished, and temporarily being blackmailed and willing to give in to terrorists—somethng we supposedly will not do. Everyone involved in Olympus Has Fallen should be very grateful that the end credits were done by a not-very-logical art director in a precious typeface that was close to unreadable.