Showing posts with label britt robertson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label britt robertson. Show all posts

Saturday, 13 June 2020

I Still Believe (2020) - Movie Review



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.

Saturday, 23 December 2017

The Space Between Us (2017) - Movie Review


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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.




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.