It’s not one I’d want to see again because it’s so fucking grim and, ultimately, there’s not enough there to think about later, or enough there to be worth enduring twice. The college kids were nuts for it, though. After all, it’s in black and white so it must be pretty fucking important.
The best thing about the Lego Movie 2 is that kids aren’t patronized. The theme, even if it treads into the waters of the Toy Story franchise about growing up, is a real issue, particularly for boys who struggle to understand why they don’t like the same things they used to.
Lady Bird was fucking delightful. This is a damn good movie. I still don’t get teenaged girls, but the movie is so genuine and so plausible that I may have gained a little understanding of teenaged girls.
I don’t like mysteries unless they feature middle-aged women who also knit and have cats. And the title is a pun.
In light of the sheer volume of dog movies Isle of Dogs is not great, not like Old Yeller or Homeward Bound. It’s not shit either, like the schmaltzy Air Bud movies that just exploit dog lovers. Still, it covers the same ground of good companions who would do anything for their masters.
The great news is that Incredibles 2 mostly looks great. The animation is top notch and the action sequences are more imaginative, crisp, and followable than the cluttered, noisy crap in the live action movies.
Good Time is decent. It’s smart in moments and dumb overall, but only genius in a vacuum. It will probably find a cult following because it’s grimy, amoral, and has a superficial resemblance to Tarantino-esque violence and crime.
Good Boys has all the qualities of my perfect woman; it’s lazy, fake, cheap and settles for mediocrity. But what makes for a great date with me does not make for a good time at the movies.
There is nothing subtle, nothing smart and nothing genuine about Going in Style. I believe Braff has the unenviable dual talents of being incompetent and underestimating audiences.
Godzilla: King of the Monsters is like that Golden Corral buffet: a promise of a limitless cornucopia but all the best stuff is buried way, way in the back, and they expect you to fill up on garbage before you even get to it.
