As I’ve gotten into in past reviews, there is something
rather irksome about how older actors are treated in recent films. For every
film willing to show that these old dogs still got some bite, there’s something
close to a dozen that use ‘old = funny’ as its sole blueprint and burn away
dignity for the sake of cheap yuks. Not to say that this is a one-sided aspect,
since there is definitely some ‘stopped giving a fuck’ behind why certain
actors choose those particular scripts (either that or they’re raising money
for the grandkids), or that there isn’t any comedy to be mined out of the older
generation, same as any other generation; just that the approach for the most
part leaves a lot to be desired.
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Wednesday, 11 December 2019
Saturday, 2 November 2019
Ready Or Not (2019) - Movie Review
A newlywed couple, on the night of their wedding, are
brought to the groom’s lavish estate for a family tradition: A night of games.
If the bride wins the game, she has earned her place among their ranks of the
Le Domas’, an illustrious family that has made a tidy fortune in games of all
sorts. But as the game begins, the bride realises that things are more sinister
than they already appeared at the start: It’s less fun and games and more game
hunting, with her as the prey.
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
Magic Mike XXL (2015) - Movie Review
Every so often, a film comes along that
makes me go “Please, for the love of all that is good in this world, do not screw this up.” And it seems that
it’s about that time again. I have been seriously looking forward to this film
and, no, it isn’t for the obvious sweaty reasons: I love Steven Soderbergh. To
me, he is just about the most versatile filmmaker out there, being able to
weave in and out of genres with surprising ease. Not only that, he is able to
take very awkward premises and scripts and turn them into films capable of
besting whatever else is out at that time.
Probably the best example of these traits would be 2012’s Magic Mike, a film about male strippers that had a lot of heart and intelligence behind it. Yeah, I may have been like everyone else at the time and left it alone because… well, beefcake wasn’t exactly my thing at the time, but after seeing Soderbergh turn the very unsettling story of Liberace and his relationships into the disarmingly warm Behind The Candelabra, I gave it a chance and found a lot to like about it. So, when I heard that there was going to be a sequel made of it, I was all for it. Then the news hit that Soderbergh was going to take a sabbatical from feature filmmaking, meaning that he wouldn’t be directing this one. Then the trailers and extremely cheesy poster came out for the film. I want a film about interesting characters and smart dialogue that just happens to centre on male strippers, and all I’m seeing so far is nothing but more grinding than a skateboarding MMO. Time to see if I get proven wrong, in one of a growing list of situations where I would gladly accept being so.
Probably the best example of these traits would be 2012’s Magic Mike, a film about male strippers that had a lot of heart and intelligence behind it. Yeah, I may have been like everyone else at the time and left it alone because… well, beefcake wasn’t exactly my thing at the time, but after seeing Soderbergh turn the very unsettling story of Liberace and his relationships into the disarmingly warm Behind The Candelabra, I gave it a chance and found a lot to like about it. So, when I heard that there was going to be a sequel made of it, I was all for it. Then the news hit that Soderbergh was going to take a sabbatical from feature filmmaking, meaning that he wouldn’t be directing this one. Then the trailers and extremely cheesy poster came out for the film. I want a film about interesting characters and smart dialogue that just happens to centre on male strippers, and all I’m seeing so far is nothing but more grinding than a skateboarding MMO. Time to see if I get proven wrong, in one of a growing list of situations where I would gladly accept being so.
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