Can’t say I really enjoyed this, or agreed with the critics who gave it a good writeup. Yes, in many ways it was a compelling story about a talented young drummer being pushed towards excellence by a domineering, abusive conductor.
Money Monster
Upon starting this we wondered how in the hell Roberts, Clooney and West could’ve starred in a film we’d never heard of – and upon watching it everything made horrible sense. This is a straight-to-video turd. Interesting premise, with some
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny
It’s tough with these franchises-of-my-childhood getting latter-day instalments, because the key players are all past it and the wellspring of ideas it all stemmed from was long since exhausted. So, the best thing you can say about this was that
Freelance
It’s got to be telling that this film doesn’t appear on John Cena’s wikipedia page. Quite why it was necessary to give his character the trait of having a bad back was a bit lost on me, and the film
The Family Plan
The ol’ car salesman/family man with the secret past as a top-level assassin trope, eh? I chalked this one up as enjoyable nonsense of the sort of film you watch on a weekend when you don’t want a challenge. There’s
Deck the Halls
Genuinely ridiculous family Christmas caper with Matthew Broderick and Danny DeVito in the leads. The story beats are basically staked into the ground the instant DeVito moves in, but I thought it was executed with good cheer and certainly wasn’t
Leave the World Behind
I’m all for an apocalyptic nightmare, and this bit featured some particularly strong facets – however what DOES leave my cheese out in the wind is this modern predilection for stories that don’t really have a conclusion. Less a story,
Air
Enjoyable piece centering around the relative shoe minnow Nike’s campaign to woo Michael Jordan as their figurehead basketball star. I love watching Affleck/Damon at work, with their easy friendship stretching back decades – and the addition of Jason Bateman was
John Wick: Chapter 4
Yes siree, the stories get stupider and the fights get longer – and in this case the film doesn’t weigh in much short of 3 hours. It’s all the quasi-balletic yet ruthlessly efficient John Wick vs. endless legions of bad
Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.
Cinematic presentation of the 1970’s seminal Judy Blume book about coming of age, religious freedom and bodily autonomy: and I only agreed to go to this because I was thinking of a totally different story when asked. In hindsight, nobody’s