Third weekend in a row I went to Saturday matinee alone. Wife does not want to watch these movies. Not a single other person in the theatre. Zero. Saw Nobody2. Absolutely loved it. It would obviously resonate with me as an older guy staying in a job he hates to maintain their life and pay for the rest of the clan.
The way they portray him punching faces is like every day in traffic what I feel.
Theme of my life. I know it appears I’m a useless POS but I am doing some heavy lifting.
Loved it. Drags a little bit and could have been edited a tad but awesome. It isn’t a front row seat movie. I was getting dizzy.
I watched a movie that upon release 30 years ago in 1995 it won several Razzie awards, ended up on both Siskel and Ebert's worst of the year list and was generally considered to be one of the worst movies ever. Since that time the movie has developed a cult following and I legit consider it a masterpiece. Of course I'm talking about Showgirls. Fantastic film that was way ahead of its time. The film reminded me of the same structure of films like Scarface or Babylon where you see the rise and fall of our hero. There were plans for a sequel where Nomi would have gone to LA and take down Hollywood but because of the poor reception it sadly never got made. Fantastic film that needs to be critically re examined because it's amazing. Even if you hate the movie you can never say you're bored.
It’s still up there on my worst movies list. What a steaming pile of crap that was. Closest I’ve ever been to walking out of a theatre early, but I’m incredibly stubborn.
I've seen a number of comments on the positive side about Jurassic, but the movie just didn't click with me at all. I'd place it second from the bottom after Dominion.
I also found it highly forgettable, so here's my letterbox review from like six weeks ago:
Spoiler!
Jurassic World: Rebirth starts slow out of the gate, bogged down by preamble, trying to stitch this sequel into the larger Jurassic universe with a clunky bit of world-building and backstory. A few new characters are introduced--Scarlett Johansson plays covert ops agent Zora, Rupert Friend portrays a pharmaceutical exec, and Jonathan Bailey appears as palaeontologist Dr. Henry So-and-so. None of them are remotely compelling. Not even in the slightest.
The plot? We need live dinosaur blood samples from the largest dinosaurs ever (because their hearts are the biggest, obviously). A sample from one that swims, one that flies, and one that stomps the earth. Okay, I’m on board. This sounds like a videogame.
We meet a few more characters, among them Mahershala Ali, who tries his best with very little; Ed Skrein, who looks like he wandered in from another movie; and a family sailing from Barbados to Cape Town, complete with a daughter’s [annoying AF] boyfriend who’s clearly there for comic relief.
Things pick up briefly with a great mosasaurus sequence, but then we’re herded off to yet another jungle island. I swear I’ve seen this movie 20 times already. The island features a sea of Titanosaurs rendered with some of the worst CGI this side of 2002--there are dozens, hundreds... perhaps thousands of them, which is insane and not in a good way.
The T-Rex, meanwhile, gets dumbed down even further (somehow less threatening, less interesting, and more confused than ever.) Don’t get me started on the inflatable raft that can get the #### kicked out of it by a T-Rex and not pop, meanwhile my dog’s teeth go through basketballs in 11 seconds.
And let’s talk about the flying dinosaurs: they live in an “ancient temple” carved mysteriously into the side of a 500-foot cliff. Who built it? Why is it in perfect shape? How did InGen never notice a literal Mayan airbase on Dino Island number 37? None of these questions matter, apparently. It’s a three-minute scene, then boom: moving on.
At this point, I was ready to hand the movie a mercy rating of 2.5/5. Because let’s face it, you don’t go to a neo-Jurassic film expecting art. You go for the spectacle.
And then came the super-mutant hybrid dinosaur. Because dinosaurs themselves aren’t enough, apparently.
I don’t know who designed this thing, but someone pitched it, and someone else actually approved it, and all of those people should be put in a room with a whiteboard and a long, hard think while the room slowly fills with poisonous gas.
Picture this abomination: part Sloth from The Goonies, part unarmoured Predator, part rancor beast from Return of the Jedi, and all-around nightmare fuel--but not the good kind. Just dumb. Now we’re at 2 stars, and falling fast.
The movie tries to echo the original Jurassic Park at every turn, with visual nods, recycled plot beats, even a remix of the score. But the homage gets tired quickly. I don’t know if Gareth Edwards felt like he was hired to give Spielberg a cinematic handjob or if this was all his own doing, but it’s painfully derivative.
And don’t even get me started on the product placement: Snickers, Altoids, Heineken, Bacardi--it’s like the dinosaurs weren’t the only things engineered in a lab. Amblin is a full-on marketing vehicle now.
