Rise of the Guardians (review)
There’s genuine magic here. Dark magic, even. That’s a good thing.
There’s genuine magic here. Dark magic, even. That’s a good thing.
Gets that we have a relationship with games that exists beyond the point at which play in any given game stops, that we have a relationship with gaming.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…
The Tim Burton-est movie in a long while, not merely because it embodies all those wonderfully weird and humanist Burton attitudes but also because only Burton would think to make a stop-motion film in glorious, creamy, black-and-white.
Dismal, yet profound and pungent, ParaNorman makes its points in ways more sharp and brutal than other “children’s” films. This is a story about ostracism and bigotry taken to extremes, and about our own unspoken prejudices and assumptions.
Finally! Pixar gives us a fully fledged, well-rounded, beautifully developed female protagonist, with a complex, provocative personal journey that is hers alone. A film of her own!
There’s way too much crass and crude for this third outing in the series to do much beyond stoke juvenile disgust with human bodily functions…
Once in a while a film comes along that demonstrates how pig-headedly sexist Hollywood is when it comes to ignoring female perspectives.
It’s movies like this one that make me despair. Because it is going to make a bazillion bucks at the box office around the world, and there’s absolute nothing here that warrants such success.
The Amazing Spider-Man? That’s a stretch. More like the Halfhearted Spider-Man. The Just-Sorta-There Spider-Man. The Familiar Spider-Man…