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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
There is something exciting about watching an unrestrained movie, one that projectile vomits fresh ideas and jokes onto the big screen. This is especially true when the typical movie experience is becoming increasingly sanitized and safe.
I have this rule about comedies; they should be funny. Snatched isn’t. It starts out with a few jokes, mostly easy, and then it wilts faster than an old man’s dick in the peanut butter.
Rough Night is the exact opposite of visionary art. It’s the poop borne of a commercial ass, of someone whose soul–if they had one–was sold long ago. The script is the film equivalent of a Kentucky Fried Chicken billboard promoting some assortment of greasy foods food for five bucks.
Seth Rogen, the saw, must decide what to do next. He’s sentient, so he knows he can’t cut logs like Superbad 2 or Pineapple Express 2, or Zack and Miri Make a Porno 2. Not yet. Not until he loses his last shred of dignity.