So, should we just call this Paychecks of the Caribbean? I’m pretty sure Johnny Depp is now. Even though I think he’s great and is still certainly the best thing about this movie, the whole thing is getting old and even Jack Sparrow is losing some of his luster.
You know the old saying, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”? Yeah, that should come with some qualifiers. Or maybe just keep another saying in mind: “Familiarity breeds contempt.” Ok, maybe a little too harsh, but familiarity certainly breeds the same plot and low brow humor, aka, nothing new.
Super 8 is like J.J. Abrams’ love letter to Steven Spielberg’s films of the 1980’s. The comparisons are unavoidable, and yet I mean that in the best possible way.
Ok, I have a confession. I haven’t seen a Woody Allen film in the theater since, oh, maybe Shadows and Fog? And th e last Allen film I saw at all was Match Point. Yeah, I know, that’s reprehensible for someone who claims to love movies.
When people applaud in a movie theater after the film is over, one might assume it’s because they enjoyed it so much they instinctively show their appreciation. When this occurs after Transformers 3, I can only assume it means the audience is thankful the film is over.
You know, with all the comedies that come out, the glut of which have so much low brow humor, it’s refreshing when you see one tha you enjoy. Not to say there isn’t some low brow humor in Horrible Bosses, but thankfully, it’s actually FUNNY.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 is as satisfying a final chapter as one might expect.
In a summer full of comic book movies with varying degrees of success, I’m putting Captain America: The First Avenger in the “win” column.
Strangely though, this particular unexpected combination actually works well enough to make Cowboys and Aliens a relatively fun summer popcorn movie.
Bellflower has a weird, ugly, but sort of sweet, likeability to it. I was pretty fascinated by the whole thing and liked the natural acting, the palpability of the menace in some of the scenes, and really, who doesn’t love a home-made flamethrower?