The A-Team and My Psyche

I feel compelled to announce to the world that I really enjoyed “The A-Team”. It was a fast-paced romp with lots of stuff blowing up. The wise cracks were delivered with sincerity, and were actually funny. Maybe you have to be in the mood for those wise cracks to seem funny, but what I’m saying is that it worked for me.

The only part I didn’t love was the manufactured “change” in Mr. T’s character. He converts to Islam, avows non-violence, and then must change is mind at the end to save the day.  I still liked it; I appreciated the effort. Personally, I would haven’t have asked his character to struggle that much. I would have been a little campy with the whole idea of such character changes, and had him accidentally committing acts of violence once he had taken the vow, and trying to rationalize it the way I rationalize not going to church on Sunday. The fact is, I don’t really like going to church, and I’m silly for trying to act otherwise. So it is with Mr. T, who exudes violence whether he is on the little screen or big screen.

Holy crap, I just realized I’m referring to Mr. T as if that was the character’s name in the story. It’s B.A. Baracus, and this reveals the fact that I never watched the show. I don’t feel a fraud in this; at the time, I thought it was a dumb show, and I was probably correct. It was, in truth, a dumb movie, but it was fun and worth the money.

When it is replayed on the little screen, I will watch this A-Team movie again. I may not make plans around it, but the various bits and pieces were highly entertaining, and I will sit and watch.