Tully
Cody wrote and Reitman directed Juno, Young Adult and now Tully. In every one of them, they substitute a sense of real adulthood with a take that feels like an ambitious high school class kid making a musical version of Dicken’s Bleak House.
Month: March 2021
Tread
Tread is about the perception of heroism. It’s a uniquely Colorado story maybe only playing in theaters around here. It’s a documentary about Marv Heemeyer, the guy who built an armored bulldozer in secret and then plowed through the mountain town of Granby because he thought they town elders were treating him unfairly.
Toy Story 4
There is almost a narrative in Toy Story 4 that no matter how humble your roots are, love can elevate you. Besides the good jokes about a trashy, self-loathing spork, though, love-redeems is sort of obvious.
Tomb Raider
Tomb Raider spends a shitload of screen time having characters tell us that Lara and her dad are both brilliant. It spends no time showing us that they are.
The Mummy
The Mummy is like that sixth trip through the line at the Golden Corral. It’s way too God damn much of a terrible thing. This movie is a relentless barrage of same, grayish-brown slabs of Tom Cruise proving he’s a fucking man, proving he can take a punch or get thrown, dragged or dropped.
The Lovers
The love leaked out like the helium in a week-old party balloon, and now all that is left is a soft, shriveled ball hovering an inch off the floor behind the sofa.
The Circle
The Circle is a great reminder that Hollywood is full of fucking phonies and frauds, pricks so far up their own assholes they think they’re doing us a favor when they point out the obvious.
The Disaster Artist
The Disaster Artist is decent because its subject matter is terrific. I just think it could be more honest with itself. It’s not a celebration of the outsider. It’s a patronizing pat on the back from a shitload of people who have made it to the top the traditional way.
The Big Sick
The Big Sick is a damn fine movie, one with actual laughs, and with the effortless reminder that everyone just wants to be loved, no matter how miserable that will ultimately make them.
Star Wars Part IX: Forced Walking
It ends the Star Wars saga with a dull thud, a sad and easy wrap-up, as though the whole thing had been a sitcom on the CW starring Tony Danza, and this was its last season. I’m glad it’s finally over and people can get the divorce from it they’ve needed for over three decades.