Yet another classic horror remake/reboot/re-imagining. Although with A Nightmare on Elm Street, we do get to enjoy Freddy Krueger as played by the very capable Jackie Earle Haley. It’s hard to tell if this one will rise above the usual drivel we’ve seen over the years, but I’m holding out hope.
Fame is fleeting. Even those who do get their fifteen minutes in the spotlight all too often find themselves back in the dark, only a faint memory in the minds of their once adoring fans. For the new cast of Fame, they barely get fifteen seconds and hardly justify a thought once the theater threshold has been crossed.
Scientific tales that take the thinnest threads of theories and stretch them to exotic ends can be a lot of fun. The Matrix taught us our world may not be as real as we think. Terminator warns of the dangers in advancing robotic technology. And Surrogates suggests that living life by mechanical-proxy may be a better way to go. Some of these stories are thorough and game-changing, and others like Surrogates, are just skin-deep. The Jonathan Mostow (Terminator 3)-directed film, however, does get a knod for supporting the idea that people truly are ugly on the inside.
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This is a pretty fun round-up. And what’s scary is that I’ve seen the majority of the movies featured.
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Megan Fox may have been oddly cast as Sam Witwicky’s girlfriend in Transformers, but the role nevertheless heaved the toe-thumbed hottie into men’s dreams and women’s fears. But as the co-lead in Jennifer’s Body, there is no better fit than Fox. Chalk that up to the young actress having a knack for playing an aloof, predatory vixen — go figure! — and writer Diablo Cody’s (Juno) superb ability to give her characters the wittiest, sharpest of tongues (not to mention teeth). Less perfect is the overall story. While Jennifer’s Body will gift you with terms like “wetty” and “freaktard,” there’s less to take home from the narrative. Lesbi-gay (that’s another term for the film) director, Karyn Kusama (Æon Flux), succeeds at adding an excited style and pace to Cody’s story, which is BFF with the film’s one-liners.
Isn’t it nice when filmmakers are so excited about the final product that they add an exclamation point to the title? The Informant! It’s about a whistleblower! It stars Matt Damon! It’s going to be great!
If only that sense of excitement carried through the film’s entirety, but most scenes in The Informant! are punctuated by a couple good lines – maybe calling for some italics to indicate a key word or two – but then they just slowly… trail… off….
Writer and director Robert D. Siegel isn’t pulling any muscles with the broad themes at play in Big Fan: loser has one shot at something wonderful, but luck isn’t on his side. If it sounds familiar, perhaps it’s because Siegel is still coaching out of his old playbook – the one he used when writing The Wrestler. The change for Big Fan is that the loser isn’t trying to reclaim the spotlight, but rather he’s always outside the ring. Or I should say the stadium, since Paul (Patton Oswalt) can’t actually afford tickets and listens to the Giants play from the parking lot with loser pal Sal (Kevin Corrigan). When Paul gets a shot at meeting his favorite player ( Jonathan Hamm) it all goes terribly wrong. (In a strip club nonetheless; I kept looking for Marisa Tomei to strut on stage.)
Although I’m definitely not a fan of the original Twilight, I will admit the upcoming sequel, New Moon, looks to be much better. I guess that’s what happens when you get a new director (Chris Weitz) and you beef up the cast (e.g., Dakota Fanning, Michael Sheen).
