A movie, based on a musical, based on a bunch of rock songs from the 80’s. Add Tom Cruise as a creepy, messed-up rock diety and an opening scene of a bus-load of people singing “Sister Christian”, and you’ve got a reason to get drunk for two hours so you can get throught it.
Dead Man’s Burden is a fine western full of mood with emotionally complex story and I’d be game for more new film makers to take a stab at the genre.
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.
Much can be said about Piranha 3 DD in one statement: In the first one, the secret big star in the opening scene was Richard Dreyfuss. In this sequel, the big star in the opening scene is …Gary Busey. Yeah, just not the same, is it?
If you’ve ever wondered how to make a big summer film based on a kind of board game you played as a kid, look no further than Battleship, directed by Peter Berg. It’s not necessarily how you make it good, but then, why the Hell would you make this movie anyway?
Dark Shadows is full of wonderful characters imbued with dark, quirky goodness that you feel connected to because of all the care that is taken to ensure the audience relates – oh wait, no,sorry, that’s Edward Scissorhands. Never mind.
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 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.
Ok, so Wrath of the Titans actually is better than Clash, but only by a little, and not where it really counts.