If you haven’t heard of James Gunn yet, I can assure you that you certainly will VERY soon. He directed a great movie a few years ago called Slither, and wrote the remake of Dawn of the Dead.
Looking dapper in a black suit, dark blue shirt and sensible shoes, the man behind the podium surveyed the audience and pronounced, “Never eat oysters and don’t buy a Ferrari.” Still the director eleven years after his last film, Michael Winner had command of a full house of family, friends and film freaks eager to watch a double feature of his films Deathwish and Nightcomers at the Aero Theater on a balmy Friday night in Santa Monica.
Red Riding Hood is a completely average effort raised a little higher with some good script ideas on how to mash the tired fairy tale with monster movie cliches to fresh effect BUT pushed a little below the grade due to the two male lookers who knee cap this project like a thug with a crowbar.
When I heard our friend Dean was doing a documentary about conspiracy theories, I thought it was rather apropos seeing as his character Langly on the X-Files, and subsequently The Lone Gunmen with his compatriots, was certainly embroiled in his fair share.
You know, with all the good buzz coming from the U.K. about this movie, I have to admit, my hopes were definitely up. I still had some minor reservations, but also with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost behind it, I was going glass half full.
If my car were my office, I would get a newer car. But, I guess if I kept that car in good condition then it would be considered a classic and I could gain some hipster street cred. Like when you see an old guy in a 60’s convertible you think, “Yeah, that’s where I’ll be when I’m that age. Top down, retro shades just living the dream.” Well this movie has some of this and a healthy dose of cliché. I know I give Mathew McConaughy a lot of slack because we both are surfers with Brazilian wives. Maybe too much some times but this film is ok.
Oh, man, where do I begin? So many conflicted feelings about this Sucker Punch. Or not. Well, when all is said and done, it goes like this: Zack Snyder masturbates all over the screen but ultimately ends up shooting blanks.
Shit blows up. By “shit” I mean small animals, humans, humans and more humans. Maybe that’s why it was largely panned at Cannes this year.
Remember when Sci Fi movies were smart AND fun? Duncan Jones does, and he reminds you with Source Code.
When I shelled out my hard earned cash for a ticket to see the new horror film, Insidious by Saw director James Wan, I expected to see yet another deadly serious attempt at scaring the Bejezuz H. Christ out of me by getting me to entertain the idea that ghosts and demons are real. So, when I sat down in my seat with my wife, Carrie, my attitude was “Okay, let’s do this! I’m ready to be terrified. Do your worst!”