Whoo! This is a chick to the flick out the wazoo! This flick operates at such an extreme chick level, I’m don’t think guys can even hear it. Not that there were any in our theater to test that theory. It’s the dog whistle of movies.
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.
If you’re like me Comedy Film Nerds, you have been worried about what the hell they’re going to do to the Marvel superheroes this summer.
I was worried about X-Men: First Class when I heard it was an origin story, a reimaginging, younger versions of characters, etc. You hear all sorts of things before a comic book movie comes out. And we hear more than most people. In fact our ears often get clogged up with rumors, speculation and early buzz.
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.
I don’t know what’s going on in the Nordic part of the world, but I seriously fucking approve.
This would have been a great movie if it came out ten years ago and Ryan Reynolds was cast ten years from now. (Oh split-time machine, where are you?) But these days we need comic book movies to do more, and we need actors who come from outside of a spa.
I just saw a big budget, blockbuster summer movie and I loved it. It had it all. It wasn’t The Myth of the American Sleepover but stay with me. I enjoyed the big budget, blockbuster summer movie because it had action, romance, humor and great special effects. It got me to thinking: “What if a movie only gave you one emotion? Like, what if you walked away with just a feeling? Would that be enough? Would that be entertaining?” And then I saw David Robert Mitchell’s The Myth of the American Sleepover.
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.