Dark Shadows (review)
Hoorah for Tim Burton and the new nadir of narcissistic awfulness he achieves here. Dark Shadows dares to be nothing but the wisp of its own conceit.
Hoorah for Tim Burton and the new nadir of narcissistic awfulness he achieves here. Dark Shadows dares to be nothing but the wisp of its own conceit.
As with every other 3D conversion of older classic films, it’s the chance to see a wonderful movie once more up on the big screen that’s the real reason to revisit it.
Thirteen years later, the American Pie guys remain as fixedly bland as ever, so their latest (and let us hope final) cinematic outing can hope to be in the least bit “appealing” only by trotting out the same tedious sitcom blend of crude vulgarity and sappy sentiment.
Implies that science! and scientists! could be fun! and adventurous! Oh noes, the kiddies! Brainwashed into thinking science is awesome! Who shall protect them from such horrors?
Why does this children’s book of a film morph, after a delightful, beautifully observed, feline-biographical opening, into a gangster crime story?
It’s astonishing how little crazy one needs to bring to a movie at the moment to make it leap out as fresh and distinctive.
Fueled almost entirely by an appreciation of its own ridiculousness, balancing absurdity with smart truths and walking a fine tonal line to make us care about characters barely more than cartoons.
Delivered unto us by our entertainment overlords, to rain despair upon you and to remove any vestige of hope you might have secreted away in the furtherest corners of your movie-loving heart…
I’d call this How to Lose a Spy in 10 Days, except all along I was rooting for nothing but for Reese Witherspoon to dump both Tom Hardy and Chris Pine…
There has always been something meanspirited about drag, but the meanness of this appalling movie descends to a cruel new low…