Rango may not be incredible, or a masterpiece, but in my opinion, it is far, FAR from being one of the worst animated films ever made. From a visual standpoint alone it is head and shoulders above most animated fare.
I’m pretty sure the person that cut the trailer for Battle: L.A. should get an award. Or perhaps a medal. Why? I was really excited to see this. It totally sold me. Like a magic bean, but without the magic.
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 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.
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.