Is it just me or does the new Tomb Raider reboot look like a missed opportunity. Again all this bullshit about fathers and family and destiny and shit. This could have been a great new series in the style of Raiders of the Lost Ark. But no. They had to fuck it up by adding all that trivial origin bullshit of finding out 'who you really are' and missing father crap in some misguided attempt to create emotion, connection and humanity. Imagine if this was you! She's awesome at everything because her dad was awesome at everything. It's in her blood! Fuck screenwriters suck today. They really don't get it. Why can't she just be a great adventurer going on another great adventure? Huh? WHY? You know why Dredd was so fucking awesome? Because he was just Dredd going on another mission. He literally picked the mission at random. It wasn't Dredd learning his dad he never met was actually in the Hall of justice and a hero judge that went missing in the line of duty facing some bad guy and Dredd had to face his demons and dad-hate to join up and go through training and then face the guy that killed his dad to seek justice and personal redemption and then and then and then... fuck, I'm bored already. And you know why Mad Max: Fury Road was so awesome? because it was just Max trying to get the fuck out of there, begrudgingly teaming up with some others for his own gain before deciding he wants to help them because hey, at least doing something good for once can redeem him for all the killing, so fuck it. And you know why Rambo 4 was fucking awesome.......? .50 cal. Boom boom boom boom boom.
Was it? I didn't' realize it even came out, but if it was awesome, then it would have been the only Rambo movies since the first one that was.
Yeah, I'm not a fan of any of the others. But Rambo 4 (2008), otherwise known simply as Rambo, was a solid action movie. (to be honest, I really like it) Violent as all hell, too.
I recommend Get Out. Here's a good clip from the movie. "That's my kid. That is my kid. You understand?" --------------------------------------------------------- Reminds me of Sleeping Beauties, page 179. “Watch it yourself,” Frank snarled, and forced his way back into the open air, his mind once more flashing like a computer with a defective circuit. MY KID MY KID MY KID.
I didn't understand why the white people in Get Out, who were racist as hell... Hmm, spoiler box time. Spoiler: Get Out spoilers ...were having themselves implanted into black bodies, and then using those hybrid people as servants. I honestly don't know how I'd react to being in a significantly different body than the one I'm currently hell-bent on wrecking, but if my life is going to be extended, I don't want to spend my extra years as a field hand or dishwasher.
I watched The Commuter tonight. There's so much good on at the cinema that I will go to see at some point - already read about Three Billboards (I was happy to see a positive review on here about that), and Darkest Hour. But I really wanted to watch The Commuter this Friday night after a pretty rough week. I went to watch it specifically because I knew the plot would be ludicrous (and I wasn't disappointed!). I'm quite unashamed to say that I was thoroughly entertained. Sometimes I don't want to have to think about what's going on. I just want to watch a mindless action/thriller in which I don't have to think. And it delivered on all counts!
Read these books a few years ago and was riveted. Riveted, I tell you! Now comes movie time! My squee factor is redlined.
Jim Jarmusch's Stranger Than Paradise - I'll never tire of this film. Effortlessly cool, with glorious performances, especially from Richard Edson as Eddie. Sheer visual poetry, if such a thing exists.
Just watched Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri and, well, I guess I was in the wrong spot on my depression cycle for it. Spoiler: Angry rant with spoilers At the end I was surprised to see that this wasn't just another of the Coen* brothers' attacks on flyover country, but it certainly felt that way. Moral ambiguity is all well and good, but by the end, I hated every single character in the film. From a writing standpoint, we've debated whether or not there needs to be a "why" for a character to be a minority, be it ethnic, sexual, or in terms of disability, and I've got no problem with Peter Dinklage playing a part in the film, but if you're going to set a story in Podunk, Missouri, and include an Australian, there does need to be a reason. Melanin counts have well-known genetic components, and Achondroplasia is a recessive that can hide for a long time, but outside of a certain island continent that shall remain nameless, there are no such things as random instances of Australianism. Why, if he didn't kill her daughter, did Mr. Idaho threaten her? Is there an International Gasoline Rapists' Union? I'm glad I saw this alone; Mrs. A has a very low tolerance for morally compromised characters, and while I don't need everything to come up buttercups and roses with closure all the time, a napalm strike on the town would have gone a long way towards a happy ending for this film. *shit, she's married to a Coen. I was mistaking her for Siobhan Fallon Hogan, Edgar's wife from Men in Black, but it all makes sense now.
If this movie had been at all an accurate attack on "flyover country," the main character and her accomplices, including her son, would have been shot and killed by the cops and then the cops would have been let off by judge and jury. Instead, we got a lovable Woody Harrelson as chief of police and a roller-coaster performance from Sam Rockwell. Ironically, the main character was harder to like. I loved the film.
No, I realize that, it just looked a lot like one while I was watching it. I need to stay off entertainment risks for a couple days, I think my system is corrupted at the moment, ended up hating Dirk Gently too despite the good recommendations it's gotten. Time for some known crap, fortunately my cable company has a habit of running different iterations of NCIS and CSI simultaneously on all the English-language channels.
Just watched The Godfather again, for the first time in forever. Quality cinema. Going for part II tomorrow, which is my favorite. If anyone should happen to know any movies in a similar vein, I'm all ears.
Saw the remake of Immortal (Immortal ad Vitam, God Diva, whatever your local market calls it) the other day. Doing it wholly live-action was a bold move, and I like Michael Keaton, but I wish they'd left the pyramid in. Did not at all understand the reluctant lesbian seduction scene, however.
If it makes you feel better, the original was kinda outa left field and bit confusing. Visually interesting though, but plot wise, holy hell what the fuck.
But some of us are astronauts, motoring happily through the reaches of space in Elon Musk's Tesla roadster, listening to David Bowie and getting all the jokes...
"Is that Pandora up a head? Fuck it! Warp 9 Chewie, we're getting these Xenomorphs to Hawaii." -HAL 9000-
I saw it on Friday at iMax. Not something I usually do, but I knew it would be one of those films worth paying that extra money for the iMax. Great film. Not your typical Marvel outing. I also saw The Shape of Water too on Friday, and that left me absolutely speechless. But not in the way that you're thinking. Such a bizarre film that I couldn't even figure out how to describe what I just saw to my family. I enjoyed it, but... I still can't figure out what to say about it.
