Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted Review

My family is a big fan of this franchise. We fell in love with the characters in the first Madagascar. My 4-year-old loves Marty the Zebra, “Because he’s black and white.” My 7-year-old loves Alex the Lion “Because he’s funny and because I know four Alexes in my class.” My 42-year-old husband will laugh out loud at anything uttered by big-eyed, King Julien sidekick, Mort. And me? Melman the Giraffe’s neurosis makes me giggle but I LOVE me some Motto Motto the Hippo. In fact, his song “I like ‘em big, I like ‘em chunky…” sung in Madagascar 2 is my ringtone when my husband calls me. (Eh-hem.) But I digress…

Prometheus Review

Expectations. Sometimes expectations has much to do with how we feel about a film. And Prometheus, oh, how we have been given expectations about you. But if that were all that troubled us, one could perhaps wrestle our way past it. But to be given such a visually beautiful film, one that asks grand questions, one with all the elements needed for brilliance, and still come out with that empty feeling? Well, there’s more going on here than mere expectation.

What To Expect When You’re Expecting Review

Any sane person would probably ask me why on Earth I would subject myself to What to Expect When You’re Expecting on a beautiful Saturday morning.

Well, there are two reasons.

Firstly, before noon all movies at the local AMC are half-price. Secondly, ever since Reno 911!, I’ve had this theory about Thomas Lennon. That theory is simply that I would watch Thomas Lennon do just about anything, and he would make it at least 56% better just for being involved. So, it was a personal challenge of sorts for me. A testing of my faith, if you will. Could even Thomas Lennon, my personal comedy hero, save this movie?