Granted, we may be a bit tougher on comedies over here, but that doesn’t mean we’re wrong. Dinner for Schmucks seems to gleefully waste the talents of some very talented people.
When I was a kid growing up in the 60’s I would often envision the future. It was almost impossible not to. The space race was in full swing with the Russians. All of us looked up to the Mercury 7. Every little boy (and a few of the girls) dreamed of being astronauts.
I had already been planning to go to Comic-Con for all four days after ruefully missing the opportunity to buy tickets in 2009. So, when my boyfriend found out he could get free four-day professional passes, I was thrilled.
I even love the crappy pizza and mystery meat hotdogs at the snack bars. And why shouldn’t the meat be a mystery? Even the food at Comic Con has a secret identity!
Yeah, that’s right. I’m a self-professed Nerd, Dork, whatever you wish to call it, and I’ve NEVER been to a Star Trek Convention – EVER. Sure, I’ve been to ComiCon once; I got that under my belt, but this is the convention that supposedly has the Nerdiest of all Nerds. The ones that live the show and movies in their everyday lives; the ones that even William Shatner himself told to “get a life!” Yeah, he apologized later, but you get my point.
I asked my guy if he’d see Eat, Pray, Love with me. He much preferred to see Eat, Pray, Leave. I get it.
One must applaud a filmmaker who answers the call of what is next; where is filmmaking going in this culture industry of comic/visual iconography and short-cut phone text vernaculars?
Hey, I’m a nice guy. Ask anybody, they’ll tell you. No, seriously, I’m the nicest guy I know – to a fault. But I’m still a guy. I like to hunker down with some beer and chips and watch stuff blow up real good. This movie appeals to every single thing that makes a man, nice or not, a man. What about this movie seemed bad? I mean, really, this thing has some of the greatest action stars of the 80’s, 90’s and 2000’s so far.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most entertaining movie of the summer. What? Too strong right out of the gate? Well, you nay-sayers, you negative nancys, you…you, people that like to be all sour-pussy about everything, can just bite me.
I can’t remember the last film I saw that was really good until about the last six minutes. Oh, wait, THIS one. Yes, really. I was hoping for sort of an Exorcist for this generation, what I got was a cliched verse from a Satanic Metal song. But not as rocking. And it’s a real shame this time, because The Last Exorcism had a lot going for it.