Not as good as the first, I recognize that, but still a lot of fun and I have plenty of childhood nostalgia for the first two films in this franchise. The sequel, as with the first, contributed to creating A Very Junkfood Christmas for Film School Rejects.
Nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be and, in fact, fairly charming. Paul Rudd does not, as one would assume, play a total manchildish buffoon. He's just a guy who's a little naive and far too trusting of strangers as well as his highly dysfunctional family all of whom are much worse than he is but treat him as if he's the black sheep.
The movie was long-winded, but well-formed and had some of the most upsetting Native American slaughters I've ever seen. Watched this, along with several other films in preparation for the first episode of the new Spill.com podcast I'll be co-hosting called Remote Viewing. Check out the inaugural entry over at Spill.
I can't even rate this film, one of the most thoroughly surreal mind-fucks to which I have ever subjected my consciousness. Damn you Alejandro Jodorowsky, your bizarre imagery will forever haunt my nightmares.
A weird, wonderful documentary about the animatronic band from Showbiz Pizza Place locations across the country in the late 80s. The doc not only charts the rise and fall of the company that created the Rock-afire Explosion, Creative Engineering, but also spends time with a few eccentric fans whose lives were so touched by this strange entertainment niche.
Just before we departed to catch the midnight screening of Immortals, the wife and I decided to watch director Tarsem Singh's previous film The Fall. It was every bit as breathtaking, visually, as I had expected, but for some reason I had also expected the narrative to be abstract and barely existent. Not sure why. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that while I had heard people universally praising The Fall's visual landscape, I had never heard anyone even mention the plot. Turns out, the storytelling is just as beautiful as the imagery.
Uneven, unfocused, and overall flat, J. Edgar is one of the most disappointing films of the year. Dicaprio's accent and makeup are as laughable as his cloying performance. Clint Eastwood has become a peddler of mediocrity who is more concerned with getting a film released in time for awards season every year than crafting anything of quality.
Speaking as a fan, I find this to be the second worst of the entire franchise; second to the deplorable Jason Goes to Hell. Unbearable characters, shitty directing and photography, an the ending is painfully facepalm-inducing. If it weren't for the dark, surprisingly adept performance of John Shepherd as grownup Tommy Jarvis, this would be a totally worthless entry.
I had heard good things about this film, and must say I was not disappointed. I always relish the opportunity to see Christopher Reeve in a role other than Superman, and he shines tremendously here. Michael Caine is as brilliant as ever and I desperately need to see more Lumet films. Deathtrap wears its stage roots on its sleeve but it still works beautifully.