Dream House Review
You know, a movie trailer can give us expectations about a film. It tells us a certain amount about a film so to draw us in and make us want to see it. And sometimes not. Sometimes it just lies.
You know, a movie trailer can give us expectations about a film. It tells us a certain amount about a film so to draw us in and make us want to see it. And sometimes not. Sometimes it just lies.
Despite all the efforts of the trailer editor, the general story idea guy, and anyone in charge of potential sappiness, sometimes a movie can beat all the odds and still make you like it.
Finally, someone around here got a moment to go see the film that has had everyone talking all summer… provided those people weren’t at SciFi conventions dressed as Boba Fett.
When you do a remake – or in this case a prequel that seems like a remake – you have to do some things that add to the film you’re remaking to make it somehow new. This has been done with varying degrees of success over the years, and this new version of The Thing falls somewhere in the middle. How’s that for a glowing endorsement?
I was looking forward to seeing this film because I really like Joseph Gordon Levitt and I had heard it was based on a true story. Both of these things came together well in what is a really good film. Still hung over from the abuse I took from Green Hornet, my Seth Rogen annoyance level was humming.
Ok, it’s not necessarily a film one might think a bunch of “comedy film nerds” would be focusing on, but hey, the comic book movies are done for the year, so let’s delve into some meaty character driven drama, shall we? Time to find out why they aren’t given out press passes so readily.
Don’t try to say the name of the film too fast, for the alliteration is a bit of a tongue-twister, but you definitely should try to check this movie out.
Some movies offer you a message that is perhaps new or refreshing, some tell you something you already knew. But, if we’re lucky, all the other elements of the film add up to something worth watching. To my delight, such is the case with The Ides of March.
Okay, I am officially worried for the Oscars. Seeing how weird Eddie Murphy is in this movie, he should have taken a moment to consider what hosting the Oscars means. Clearly, there is no joy left in his performing, and there is an odd disconnect from everyone he ‘shares’ screen time with. In fact, I would hazard a guess that many of the fellow actors weren’t even there on the same day he was since all his scenes were shot in a series of close-ups and one offs.
Sometimes, you really look forward to a film. A great, personal premise, great actors, and a cool location start things off and you figure you are off to the races. Then the film has a generational feel to it with some added organic nostalgia, a whiff of melancholy and an exploration of life and what people do with it. Cool. Wait… that wasn’t this movie. How did things go so horribly wrong with this film?