Here’s a quick look at what’s showing--what to run out and see, and which ones to avoid:
If I’m being incredibly optimistic, I would say studios are opting for quality, not quantity, this summer. We shall see. Here’s what’s coming to theaters in July and August...
Rather than waste my time (and yours) on the Nth installment of the Resident Evil franchise or Finding Nemo 3D—which, by the way, is very similar to the original except that everything really comes at you—I thought I would help you out with some rental options. Here’s what’s out on DVD right now:
Let me start off by saying I don’t think there are many more likeable actors in Hollywood than Emily Blunt and Jason Segel. If any two people can pull off a mediocre romantic comedy, it’s these two. And this really isn’t a mediocre romantic comedy. It’s a terrible romantic comedy and a great romantic comedy rolled into one. If Jason Segel is on anybody’s holiday shopping list, somebody, for the love of God, get him an editor. Foul language, in and of itself, is not funny—well it’s a little funny—but there needs to be a joke there, too.
You know, I worry sometimes that it’s me—not Hollywood—that is actually the problem. I will walk out of the Cineplex thinking that I must really be getting old and crotchety because that’s the fifth movie in a row that absolutely stank.
Ask anyone hovering around 40 what’s in a Big Mac, and I guarantee every person you ask will have the same answer: two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun—all because of a jingle from the ’70s that was so effective, it stays with us today. Likewise, ask anyone in that demographic which is their favorite Muppet (mine’s Gonzo), and they will have an answer. The Muppets were as much a part of my childhood as banana bikes and pet rocks, which is why this movie is as much for the parents as the kids, and it does not disappoint.
While the movie section of the paper this week is feeding your desire to spend a lazy weekend on the couch, the siren song of the Cineplex may be too much to resist.
First, we had Bad Santa. Next week, we have Horrible Bosses. At the moment, we have Bad Teacher. If you’re imagining a raunchy romp filled with bathroom humor and sex jokes, give yourself a gold star. I did laugh a lot, but I’m not proud.
The Oscar race is heating up and these films may be late to the gate but they are definitely not lagging behind. It may be awards season, but it is also holiday season, and the family-friendly film is well represented.
There are very few animated movies I get excited to see. I loved Toy Story 3, but I wasn’t chomping at the bit to get to the theater. However I could not wait for Despicable Me. The marketing was clever—and omnipresent—and the cast, headed by Steve Carell, looked extremely promising. The problem with movies that I am that excited to see is that I set the bar so high, I am almost always disappointed…not this time.
This movie starts with an interesting premise: how do men make friends? I mean, women make friends all the time, at a yoga class or in the grocery store. Perhaps because the conventional wisdom is that lesbianism is erotic and male homosexuality is unmanly, straight women are less concerned that a platonic overture might be misconstrued. Either that, or men are just idiots. Yeah, it’s probably that first thing.
Well, we have weathered another Oscar season, and a pretty good one to boot. While this year’s winners were all exceptional, there are always a few that must be endured rather than enjoyed. Scenes of life in a third world slum, pedophile priests and struggles with addiction are meaningful and probing, but they can also be painful and uncomfortable. Well, sweep all the heavy stuff aside: If you’re one of those people who goes to the movies to be entertained, not enlightened, your season has come. It’s spring, the season of car chases and romance, of explosions and adventures, of screwball comedy and conspiracy theories. Here’s what’s in store:
I had high hopes for this movie. Producer Judd Apatow (Knocked Up, Superbad) can do no wrong in Hollywood, and the cast is a promising group of up-and-comers. The real question I have is, how many comedy miles can you get from a naked, out-of-shape leading man, and for me the answer is 0.
Are you in the mood to laugh? Cry? This spring there’s something for everyone. Seems studios are so daunted by the idea of competing with the fourth Indiana Jones installment (Raiders of the Assisted Living Facility) that this season’s releases are smaller-scale films…nothing wrong with that.