The Moth Diaries is a whole lot of eerie atmosphere and latent lesbian urges between these girl school mates, and a lot of potentially cool but ultimately unsatisfying events.
Oh, how the horror genre needs a lift right now. We’re in one of those places in the cycle where fresh ideas are a rare commodity. We’ve exhausted the torture porn style of the Saws, Hostels, etc. Now it’s time for something new. And who best to do such a thing? Why, Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard, that’s who.
Casa de mi Padre is a mess. I think I love it. The further away I get from the first viewing, the more sure I am. Oh, I will be buying it.
If you never been to Comic-Con in San Diego, this two hour journey through the four day event doesn’t even come close to the OVERWHELMING feeling of being there. If you have been, it touches on some of the moments you may have had, and really points out how deeply personal Comic-Con can be for each and every person that attends.
Ok, so Wrath of the Titans actually is better than Clash, but only by a little, and not where it really counts.
I’m not surprised very often by Hollywood and its’ continuing persistence to remake movies and turn TV shows into feature films. I mean, really, how many of those have actually been good, let alone barely watchable? … Turns out, 21 Jump Street is actually pretty funny.
The Hunger Games is an odd title for a movie in which the main character is never hungry. The name doesn’t refer to someone’s appetite, but if you’re a fan of the book, you remember that characters from the poorer districts tended to be hungry fairly frequently. If you’re not familiar with the book or the story, it takes place in a futuristic North America that has been divided into twelve districts. Each year the districts send two volunteers, one boy and one girl between age 12 and 18, to the capitol to compete in “The Hunger Games.”
I want to raid a building full of criminals and fight them with guns and knives. I mean who wouldn’t? I want to have an elite special forces team go on a floor-by-floor ass kicking parade that ends with a bloody stack of bodies. And I want it with amazing martial artists and camera work. Well, looks like The Raid answered my prayers, the newest film from Indonesia and director Gareth Huw Evans.
In a weekend of film releases that vary from broad mainstream comedy to indie drama, and another Nic Cage film of dubious quality, it’s easy for a film to get lost in a weekend of “who cares”. But when the Duplass Brothers make a film, I’m going to seek it out.
Oh, to be a science fiction writer in the 1910’s, without all the science to get in the way of the fiction. Edgar Rice Burroughs was lapping up that luxury when he penned a story of a guy who accidentally teleports to Mars and, because of gravitational differences, can jump really far! Gosh! That’s it. Oh and his punches are harder too, and with those two ‘powers’ he saves the princess of the planet, and by extension stops a war that would wipe out all remaining life. So ONE HUNDRED years later, the movie finally gets made. Talk about turnaround.