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Film critics are calling this the 'Summer of the Bomb.' I’m not sure studios have ever had so many box office flops in one season. Audiences are telling Hollywood in no uncertain terms that it’s going to take more than an A-list star and a hundred-million-dollar budget to sell tickets. So, if Channing Tatum in a wife-beater or Johnny Depp in war paint doesn't get you excited, I’m sorry to say I have good news and bad news on the home front. Here are some interesting rentals and some I wouldn't watch if I were tied to the chair.
If you’re looking for a rewarding way to spend an evening, might I suggest avoiding the cineplex. There are a few worth seeing that you can watch from the comfort of your home. Here’s what’s out:
Well, it’s another dry week at the cineplex. So if you were hotly anticipating my review of the Evil Dead remake or Jurassic Park 3D I’m sorry to disappoint. Nevertheless, if you insist on getting out of the sunshine and hunkering down in a murky movie theater here are your options:
Well, it’s another B- week at the movies. If you’ve checked all the Oscar nominated films off your list, and you’ve seen Olympus Has Fallen and Oz the Great and Powerful, it might be a good weekend to park on your couch. Here are some options:
Let me just start off by saying that there may not be two more likeable people on the planet than Tina Fey and Paul Rudd. (Yes, Fey’s Garnier hair commercial where she suddenly has the glowing locks of Rapunzel is mildly annoying, but I’m willing to overlook it.) Pairing them in a romantic comedy seems like a no-brainer. The problem here is this isn’t a romantic comedy: It’s not funny and it’s barely romantic. Yes, there are a few one-liners thrown in for good measure, but make no mistake—this movie is a drama. It’s not a bad movie, I just don’t like being duped.
For 2013, Circle Of Concern elected new directors, officers and executive directors: president NANCY PARKER, VP DOUG SCHAEFFLER, treasurer ROD BISHOP, secretary CALVIN HOLDERBY. New directors are SUE HOFFMAN, HARRY LEMAY, JUNE SCHROEDER and GREG SHOEMAKER. CHRIS PALLOZOLA was promoted to executive director.
I’m not going to lie to you: We are in for a strange month of movies. December is typically peppered with Oscar favorites and holiday family fun, but this year is anything but usual.
PAUL RUDD and JENNIFER ANISTON star in "Wanderlust", a comedy from director David Wain (Role Models) and producer Judd Apatow (Knocked Up) about a couple who leaves the pressures of the big city and joins a freewheeling community where the only rule is to be yourself.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’m old or cranky. It used to be that if I were sitting in a Judd Apatow-produced comedy, I was laughing—and laughing hard. Those were the Talladega Nights and Anchorman years. Since then, though, it has just been a stream of movies filled with sophomoric toilet humor and tired drug references. Was that chubby kid smoking the joint in Superbad or Pineapple Express or Funny People? Oh wait, it was all three. Now we have Wanderlust. It has an interesting premise, a strong cast and a reputable director. It also has a script so painfully bad, the mind reels at how this movie even got made.
While Wednesday was a huge opening in theaters, including three huge Christmas movies and at least three Oscar contenders, there is something to be said for curling up on the couch with a turkey sandwich and watching a DVD.
Who knew that a mere four-hour drive along Interstate-70 would transport you to shopping euphoria, plus world-class dining and cultural attractions to boot? Our recent extended weekend in Kansas City did just that, reintroducing us to this ‘Heart of America’ in more ways than one.
I have to admit, I didn’t have high hopes for this film. The trailer looked stupid, and the last thing I want to see handsome Paul Rudd do is go ‘hippie grunge.’ Nevertheless, I gave it a go and I’m glad I did. This movie won’t rock your world, but it’s a charming little dra-medy.
And so, without further ado…The Best
There are several occasions where I thank my lucky stars I have this job. If a movie you would never expect is fantastic, I love being able to shout it from the rooftops. Likewise, if a movie you would expect to be wonderful, say a James L. Brooks (Terms of Endearment, As Good As It Gets) romantic comedy starring some of our most talented and well-liked actors, is actually complete and utter dog doo, I can likewise give the warning. Let’s begin.
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.
Let me start off by saying I have a profound dislike of the dorky-loser-messes-up-straight-arrow's-life-but-it-all works-out-in-the-end genre of movies. Nobody has successfully pulled it off since “Planes, Trains and Automobiles.” There is a perfect balance that must be struck. The loser must be just lovable enough that his shenanigans are tolerable and the straight arrow needs to be just annoying enough that you aren't tearing your hair out when his world falls apart. Here, despite an endearing cast and an interesting, if juvenile, premise, they miss the mark entirely.
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:
This was a very interesting movie for me because at the heart of it is an extremely heart-warming family dramedy about finding out how you fit in in the world. However, surrounding the heart-warming dramedy is a perverted, albeit hilarious, sex comedy to which no one under 15, or over 60, should be subjected.
Over the years there have been a bunch of great afterlife films coming from Hollywood: Heaven Can Wait, last year’s Reese Witherspoon comedy Just Like Heaven, The Bishop’s Wife. You might even say Hollywood has a knack for the spiritual. Not this time. As I sat in the theater, one word kept running through my head: seriously?