I like Jason Statham, it’s no secret. I’ve championed the Crank movies enough, particularly Crank 2, for their unique style and near comic book bending of reality. Even the Transporter movies have their action genre delights. However, Safe, even with its’ old school action set up and play, doesn’t have the inventiveness or even the chops of director team Neveldine and Taylor to save it.
The room comes alive as the two men saunter in to meet the press. The self-described “hick farm boy” wears a light patterned silver suit with a yellow shirt open at the collar. The other, from a family steeped in politics, broadcasting, and show business, is dressed in jeans with his shirt tail out. Both men with degrees in journalism, born a generation apart, are at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood for roundtable interviews to kick off their duties as the main hosts of the TCM film festival. Four days of 83 classic films and several seminars drawing diehard movie fans from 49 states and 7 countries. Special guests will include Debbie Reynolds, Robert Wagner, Rhonda Fleming, Norman Jewison, Stanley Donen, and many more. But the true stars of this event are the gentlemen I’m describing, Robert Osborne and Ben Mankewicz.
Chimpanzee is a movie made by a Disney. It’s about chimpanzees. Mostly one but I can’t say that is certain because I can’t tell chimpanzees apart because I am not a chimpanzee. Maybe I would have enjoyed this movie more if I were some sort of monkey, or if I were a human who was all about fruit and nut eating. Maybe it would have been enjoyable if I had entered the theater thinking, “Man, I hope I get to see hairy things eating over and over and over and over.” But I didn’t. So, fuck Chimpanzee.
The Moth Diaries is a whole lot of eerie atmosphere and latent lesbian urges between these girl school mates, and a lot of potentially cool but ultimately unsatisfying events.
Oh, how the horror genre needs a lift right now. We’re in one of those places in the cycle where fresh ideas are a rare commodity. We’ve exhausted the torture porn style of the Saws, Hostels, etc. Now it’s time for something new. And who best to do such a thing? Why, Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard, that’s who.
Casa de mi Padre is a mess. I think I love it. The further away I get from the first viewing, the more sure I am. Oh, I will be buying it.
If you never been to Comic-Con in San Diego, this two hour journey through the four day event doesn’t even come close to the OVERWHELMING feeling of being there. If you have been, it touches on some of the moments you may have had, and really points out how deeply personal Comic-Con can be for each and every person that attends.
Ok, so Wrath of the Titans actually is better than Clash, but only by a little, and not where it really counts.
I’m not surprised very often by Hollywood and its’ continuing persistence to remake movies and turn TV shows into feature films. I mean, really, how many of those have actually been good, let alone barely watchable? … Turns out, 21 Jump Street is actually pretty funny.
The Hunger Games is an odd title for a movie in which the main character is never hungry. The name doesn’t refer to someone’s appetite, but if you’re a fan of the book, you remember that characters from the poorer districts tended to be hungry fairly frequently. If you’re not familiar with the book or the story, it takes place in a futuristic North America that has been divided into twelve districts. Each year the districts send two volunteers, one boy and one girl between age 12 and 18, to the capitol to compete in “The Hunger Games.”