You know, Daniel Radcliffe has his work cut out for him. No more of the gravy train, easy ride of the Harry Potter movies. Now he has to make a solid career for himself as a grown up actor. No magic wand to get him out of trouble, anymore. This film is no Harry Potter and the Cranky Ghost.
You know, if you ever wondered what an emo high school teenager might do if he had super powers, then look no further than Chronicle. Gee, I suppose that could be perceived either good or bad depending on how you feel about emo teenagers. Unless you are one, then maybe not so good. But don’t let that make you throw this film to the wolves just yet. Wait, didn’t I just write about wolves?
Liam Neeson has been taking some interesting roles the past few years. Ever since Taken, he’s been sort of the thinking man’s action star. But unlike Nic Cage’s choices to take unlikely film roles, Neeson’s choices have worked out for him. Well, ok, except After.Life. Of course, Neeson’s choices probably aren’t out of desperation to fulfill financial needs. And none of Neeson’s recent roles have breached nearly as far into the absurd.
Fetish, corset, latex and PVC enthusiasts and retailers rejoice! The lovely Ms. Beckinsale is back to showcase your finest designs in another grey-hued action-filled installment of the Underworld franchise.
Welcome to January, everyone! The month you release your film when you know there won’t be any other competition so even if your movie sucks, somebody MIGHT still pay to see it for lack of anything else. Unless you haven’t seen the Oscar contenders, then you’re still out of luck. Ah, January, the month of misfit movies, but with less endearing charm.
If you’ve ever said, “They don’t make movies like they used to anymore,” then you haven’t seen War Horse yet.
Every time Tom Cruise makes a movie, I roll my eyes like a knee-jerk reaction. What, you thought I was going to say every time he makes a movie a group of Scientologists get to the next OT Level? Well, that likely happens, too. Ok, maybe I’m being a little too hard on the guy. Or maybe not. He’s filthy rich, good looking, and a movie star. What could I possibly do to affect his life? He won’t likely read this review anyway.
You know, it’s funny. The first Sherlock Holmes movie was like the remake of Ocean’s 11; I know I enjoyed it while watching it, but hours later I couldn’t really tell you all that much about it. It’s like the old saying about Chinese food: it’s good and fills you up, but an hour later you’re looking to eat again. But here, with the second installment of this Holmes franchise, I found myself considerably more satisfied with the meal.
Hugo is a family film with a mystery wrapped in a loving homage. And I loved every moment of it.
Clint Eastwood directed J. Edgar, and sometimes his movies are great, and sometimes they are too subdued, slow-paced, for most audiences. This one, however, is the former.