Chase scenes were boring. They’d always been my least favorite part of any movie I’d ever sat through because like… okay?? They’re running? They’re huffing? They’re puffing? The scenery’s flying by, and oh no, they fell, and oh good, they got back up, and so on and so on and so on, just wake me up when it’s over, you know?
The only one I’d ever really enjoyed was the chase up the Cliffs of Insanity in The Princess Bride because it was genuinely tense but also hilarious, which made it far more palatable than, say, that ridiculous last-minute chase through the bowels of the sinking Titanic, which got wedged in even though there had just been a chase through the bowels of the Titanic an hour earlier, because only James Cameron could look at a sinking ship without enough lifeboats and go, “Hm
