Adventureland
It’s better written and deeper than I expected, and it feels pretty damn real and sincere up until it’s last thirty minutes.
The World's Most Important Fake Critic
It’s better written and deeper than I expected, and it feels pretty damn real and sincere up until it’s last thirty minutes.
I wanted more chasing and crimes, to see how the kid did it. But Spielberg thinks a character can’t sneeze without some corny backstory to explain it.
Adaptation is a movie that people in Starbucks would probably call “meta” something, without really knowing exactly what that means. Fuck knows I don’t.
The mutant monsters are back, bitches. All of them. Godzilla, Kong, and me. They’re back and misunderstood. I’m back and understood all too well.
In the end, it is Christopher’s complete lack of commitment to any story that makes this movie stink like sun-cooked vomit.
I am sad to say that in (Summer) a character struts around Los Angeles to a Hall & Oates tune with a flank of Solid Gold rejects, and that an animated bluebird of happiness also appears. The movie’s guts are not only shaped by the makers’ belief in the twee drivel of “Belle and Sebastian”, it directly quotes the band and then tells us doing so is irresistible.
What Mangold wants is similarity to the classics that have gone before. It’s all supposed to feel familiar, but more modern by being bloodier and by letting all the characters express their feelings.
200 Cigarettes is wrong for so many reasons that I will just put as many as I can on paper before I get mad and have to go punch one of the neighbor kids.
I suppose the gore and zombie shit is done well. I mean, the film is all grainy and the scenes are made up of tons of fuzzy jump cuts.
If I’m going to spend a night in Manhattan with a worried guy, I’d rather it were Griffin Dunne in After Hours, but The 25th Hour is pretty good.