Yes, this is a film about music. No, it doesn’t have
anything to do with The Lost Boys and/or Tim Capello. Yes, this is a Christian
film. No, it isn’t of the same variety that I have spent quite a bit of time on
here railing against. Yes, this stars the same couple from A Dog’s Purpose,
making me think that the Erwin Brothers just wanted to salvage what they could
from that feature, given Dennis Quaid’s casting in their last film. And
no, with all of that in mind, this isn’t that bad. If anything, it’s alarmingly
good.
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Saturday, 23 December 2017
The Space Between Us (2017) - Movie Review
The plot: In the near-future, NASA has teamed up with
Genesis Electronics, led by CEO Nathaniel Shepherd (Gary Oldman), to colonize
Mars. Gardner (Asa Butterfield) is the first human to be born on Mars and for
the past 16 years, it’s the only life he’s ever known. However, when he decides
to leave for Earth, he soon finds himself having to adjust to life on this
alien planet. With the help of teenager Tulsa (Britt Robertson), the only
Earthling he’s had regular contact with, they set out to find Gardner’s father,
his only living relative.
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Wednesday, 11 May 2016
Mother's Day (2016) - Movie Review
I haven’t seen much of Garry Marshall’s work, and remember
that I’m mostly familiar with more recent cinema so I have a lot of
older films to get to including a few of his, but what I have seen in no way
sets my hopes high for consumable product this time around. His brand of heavy
pandering under the guise of empowerment with The Princess Diaries (BOTH of
them) and the plain-old twisted sense of festivity of the last two
holiday-centric releases makes him the kind of filmmaker who is quite poisonous
to people like me. This should come as no surprise for those of you who have
read my earlier gripes on chick flicks, but yeah; I really friggin’ hate
these kinds of movies almost on principle by this point. Not that that is
reason enough for me to hate anything though, just that it makes what I am sure
is going to be pure bile come up a lot more smoothly. So, let’s get this
gastric excavation of a film over and done with already. This is Mother’s Day.
Monday, 13 April 2015
The Longest Ride (2015) - Movie Review
On the list of red-flag genre listings, at least as I see them, romantic dramas are a few rungs above romantic comedies. The reason for this is the irony factor: Romantic comedies are already trying to make the audience laugh, so any hopes of getting laughs out of how bad it is are slim at best; romantic dramas, on the other hand, are perfectly viable in that regard. I bring this up because, since this film is adapted from a Nicholas Sparks book much like The Best Of Me was, I suspect that the only way I can possibly enjoy this movie is for less than genuine reasons. The best I can realistically hope for is that this doesn’t aggravate me as much as that film did, which shouldn’t be too hard but I’ve been proven wrong before.
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