Hey Kids. Do you miss the 80’s? Specifically, that ONE NIGHT in 1984 when you just got out of college and you didn’t know what you were going to do with your life so you go to a couple of parties with your high school crush and it ALL BECOMES SO CLEAR? Well, this movie is for you, and you alone. Niche marketed, times 10.
I want to be fair here and mention the good with the bad. First, I want to thank the makers of Rango for NOT releasing it in 3D. Now, I want to chastise them for making one of the worst animated movies ever made.
I actually have some interest in the notion of things like Destiny versus Free Will. And who better to explore that than the great Philip K. Dick. Or maybe not, as he was kind of a dark writer. Things don’t always go well for folks in his books.
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.
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.
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.