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Time, space, and now
It has a huge heart attached to the past
The film promises to explore the unruly and wild Creem
if they had cut off 30 minutes it would be a classic action flick.
Iggy Pop as an aging and half-blind rock star living with his sexually promiscuous young wife
I was more than surprised that it has a certain amount of charm to the story
Just be grateful Quentin didn’t call it “Stagecoach”.
I haven’t re-watched the first episodes for ages, but I loved Princess Leia’s feisty character and Han Solo’s laid back attitude, he was a reluctant hero, a guy who was accepting cash, remember?
It maintains a wonderful sense of humanity and decency from one end to another
Many of the things you love about “Rocky” is here, friendship, respect, craft, the need for love, respect for women. And an exciting punch up conclusion
In the first movie, Katniss and Peeta refuse to kill each other in the games and both win. In movie two, they are forced back in the game with the other winners over the years and it ends abruptly when the rebellion saves them. In movie three Peeta is brainwashed and here we are at movie four
This movie won’t please anyone very much, the children were quiet, which is better than talkative true, but they weren’t laughing, and the adults probably felt like I did, it wasn’t quite the way I remembered. Poor ol’ wishy washy “The Peanuts Movie”.
Craig has had a good run, put him second, and this is a good Bond -not great, not first tier, but a solid enjoyable time killer and rather than than the pseud Hamlet of “Skyfall”.
“Steve Jobs” is fun, actually it is great fun, but it doesn’t tell us anything and it is a pack of lies. Sure, the Ashton Kushner movie two years ago was shit on a stick but at least it tried. Sorkin would like you to compare it to his own “The Social Network” but it is too shallow, too cute, too manufactured
The movie isn’t bad, it tells its story simply enough, despite voiceovers from his accomplices, and it hits it marks, especially when Bolger is at his most intimidating with Connolly’s wife. But in the end the movie lacks any lyricism or joyfulness, the way a Scorsese would have provided.
“We Are Your Friends” knows about as much about EDM as “Trainwreck” knows about being a freelance write. Nothing. And while some of the protools manipulation scenes are fun, and from time to time it gets at the pleasures of the bass, particular the behind Zac’s shot from behind DJ set at them it isn’t enough to sustain
This is an intense and thrilling ride into the charts, with police trying to close down their shows, Suge trying to kill anybody who crosses him, and the three friends falling apart till the end, when Dre leaves Death Row to form his own label (and discover Eminem) and Eazy E calling the band members with Dre and Ice Cube agreeing to reunite the group, before E falling sick with AIDs and dying six months later
It actually looks like fun though I bet their egotistical posturing will get as tedious on film as it does in person eventually. Still, it took me back to the last album which sounds better than I remembered it
How such essentially lighthearted stuff can be played like Eugene O’Neill is easy to answer, it can’t be done. Why they tried? That’s a bafflement indeed. Certainly Kate Mara looks as though she has spent her entire life smelling the Things farts and not enjoying it. Oh and Miles, who lives and dies by his smirk, is fanstatically miscast as Reed. The only Fantastic thing about this disaster.
I have no idea what these guys thought they were doing with this, intermittently amusing, movie Amy has managed to become a big star and stop being a big star in the same breadth. Movies don’t have to be realistic but they have to keep true to their world: you can say everybody on earth has to wear weighted boots because gravity isn’t working but once you show somebody not wearing weighted boots, that’s when you become unbelievable
With neither the plot nor the intelligence of the Gru classics, it is a kid’s movie for kids, which, when it aims for the adults, misfires. Despite the occasional smart touch, a great dance with Tower guards to a Queen song had me smiling ear to ear, and despite some truly lovely animation and 60s period detaul, this is not a very good movie . The Minions were ionce cute and now they are cutesy… what a shame.
By the end of the damn thing you’ll realize none of it made the slightest bit of difference even within the Terminator universe. So, beware of # 6 which has at least this going for it, it can’t be much more of a waste of time for a movie that opens with its best moment: young and old Arnold battling each other.
The five emotions Joy (Amy Poehler), Fear (Bill Hader), Anger (Lewis Black), Disgust (Mindy Kaling) and Sadness (Phyllis Smith) guide an eleven year old girl through a whirlwind of change as her parents move her from Minnesota to San Francisco. The resulting move leads Sadness and Joy on a journey back from Riley’s deep subconscious and leaves Anger, Fear and Disgust in control.
The problem with “Soaked In Bleach” is Tom. Tom has a story to tell that has nothing to do with Love and Cobain and everything to do with forgiving himself. If the movie dealt with that it would have had the arc of a true dramatic tragedy, because it doesn’t it appears to be a partial truth.
Bryce portrays a number crunching park’s operations manager Claire who loses track of her nephews through rank indifference while a newly spliced all thinking super dinosaur Indominus Rex has escaped and is… killing for sport. Enter Chris Pratt as some trainer of dinoers, this year’s Bruce Willis (actually, last years…) and off we go, the pair chasing Indominus chasing the boys.
‘Soaked in Bleach’ is the culmination of the fight of his career, and the movie makes the information available for everyone, in chronological order, killing the myth and exposing the facts. I don’t know if it will make the case to be reopened, but I bet that this time it is totally Buzz-Osborne-approved.
Just try holding back the tears when you see the real Brian Wilson singing “Love and Mercy” at the end of this film. Misty would have liked this and she would have made fun of me over lunch for being so emotional. God bless Brian Wilson.
None of it makes the slightest bit of sense, all of it is Disney pretty nonsense, the acting is bad, really really bad, three people wrote the script and if any of them can make sense of the story they chose not to share it. Why is the world gonna blow up in 58 days? Something to do with people not caring but why would that mean the… ah screw it, it isn’t worth the effort.
The pitch is never really great and its total lack of believability means that the pleasures of the first movie, of real life, it felt real and possible, are blown to smithereens. I’d have had everybody grow up a year and let new recruits in and see what helps in the second year.
In a world of diminished expectations, Miller’s skill at saturated violence and the color scheming old bike chic and skull and daggers proto-Keith Richards scallywag power pop of pasty soldiers, and crunched up power balling transportations, is pop culture at its best.
The acting is very very sharp, Alicia Vikander is tremendous, she reminds me of Jeff Bridges in “Starman”, there is something both the same and other. The four are all hidden agendas and playfulness that isn’t really playful at all. And in this remote supersonic prison cum laboratory the most deadly thing is not always who it appears to be.
The first hour is lousy, till they get to Hawkeye’s (Jeremy Renner) hideout where his wife claims Hawkeye is the only Avenger without a superpower (apparently she hasn’t met Tony Stark), is a boring whirl, the rest of the movie is better but I can’t stand the witticism. Everybody sounds like they didn’t make the cut in “Pulp Fiction”.
If “The Age Of Adaline” sounds exciting, it isn’t, a terrible narrator takes care of that, and though it is a beautiful looking movie, set in San Francisco, still it has little use for its basic premise, Adaline leaves the audience as distant as everybody else in the world, and the sheer joy you’d expect, a sort of past-future axis, is blown off completely.The best scene, Adaline giving a nervous apology, has nothing to do with aging.
If Morgen had wanted to make a film about the impressions that Cobain may have inspired him, the overwhelming sensations that a Nirvana concert may have left on him, I would be totally fine with it, and I would even said this is brilliant. Unfortunately he sells us his movie as the first authorized documentary about Kurt Cobain, and this is where I have a problem, because when it comes to documentaries, I care about fact-checking.
“Unfriended” taps into that horror, it is like the entire movie says, what happens when you can’t control your PC? And if you’ve ever had a wonky PC, or when somebody is attacking your PC and ruining your life, well “Unfriended” turns the concept into a horror movie. A good one.
Tina’s voice requests and receives empathy from us, as she explains the nature of the nature. We care so much because she cares so much. But we quite see them as fellow creatures with the rights of fellow creatures. It is intrusive without being helpful.
‘I found his actual suicide letter, which was unexpected. I just opened up this heart shaped box and there it was. And I was like ‘Based on everything I’ve witnessed, this makes no sense.’ Kurt didn’t have a problem with quitting music; he talked about it openly. If he wanted to stop performing, he would just stop. Nothing was leading up to that suicide letter.’
Whether benchpressing Kevin, or running from a white supremacist gang, or a crying jag from hell, Will has a sweetness that undercuts the stupidity and bad taste, and Kevin, as the least threatening black man in the hood, plays nicely off Will. “Get Hard” isn’t very good, but it is much better natured than it deserves to be
It doesn’t matter if you share their faith, that you believe a man walked on water and they believe there are aliens attacking you. You say baptize, they say go clear… no difference to an agnostic Out to attack Scientology, if I was Dave I’d use this as a recruiting tool -there is nothing close to the nightmares I had assumed in this religion
“I’m not a girl trying to be a star or trying to be anything besides a musician. I don’t think I’m gonna be at all famous. I don’t think I could handle it. I’d probably go mad.”
The action sequences are pretty spectacular with cars being dropped from planes and hitting the Caucasus Mountains at full speed, a Maserati leaping from one high rise to another in Abu Dhabi, and a high speed chase in the streets of L.A. before Jason and Vin battle it out mano a mano.
I enjoyed it to a limited degree, despite not being a big fan of anybody in it, except for the three actors playing his daughter Murph. The punchline works, it is a clever pay off, and the script, by Christopher and his brother Jonathan Nolan, has a satisfying tick tock (apt for a movie obsessed with gravity as a type of time machine
I read an article about a 100 year old man explaining how the world looks in extreme old age, how you forget how love feels, how love felt, how life in youth was, except in dreams, and I would if except in music and movies where the extremeness of returning precisely to the past might not trigger something in you.
I see a trend, a real trend of biopics about dead rock stars and I am not sure I like it because this means that a lot of musicians died very young and many of them were probably murdered…. At least according to these new movies coming up.
Even Lily James, whose father died when she was eleven years old (she uses his first name as her last name for the stage), has dreams and daydreams. Enjoy yours, you are much better off revelling in your imagination than castigating the world for having daydreams you disagree with.
“Gold Mountain, [Nirvana’s management company], still denies that a suicide attempt was made. A note was found, says a company spokesman, but Kurt insisted it wasn’t a suicide note. He just took all of his and Courtney’s money and was going to run away and disappear.’
“50 Shades Of Grey” isn’t much but it isn’t terrible. The opulence is opulent, the s&m scenes are sexy enough, neither of the actors are particularly good but they do the job and Jennifer Ehle is worth waiting for. Plus, nobody is taking it particularly seriously as a feminist scribe or a sexual manifesto so why should I?
Five years after “Hot Tub Time Machine” took us back to the 1980s a lot has happened: Mostly, three The Hangover movies, where the big concept, a missing day, morphs into a missing ten years, as Nick and buddy Lou (long with Lou’s long suffering son go back to the future to stop Lou’s murder