Taken (review)
It doesn’t quite live up to the promise of that most awesomest of trailers, but almost.
It doesn’t quite live up to the promise of that most awesomest of trailers, but almost.
Oh, for some kick-ass movie ghosts. I’m talking kick-ass on a Dickensian level.
As generic as its title while also yawningly idiotic in its own unique way…
You’ve seen the T-shirt — now see the movie. That seems to be attitude of the decriers of Steven Soderbergh’s portrait of the Argentinean freedom fighter/terrorist: that the filmmaker does not demonize his subject to the degree the decriers insist is necessary.
This was the sort of hopeless dread the news that Ron Howard was directing this left me with. I felt like Robert Stack in *Airplane!*: ‘It’s a goddamn waste of time — there’s no way he can land this plane!’
Could be Thursday Next’s favorite movie of late…
I was about ready to give My Bloody Valentine 3-D a passing grade, if just barely. But then the movie did something unforgivable: it cheated at the end.
I was dreading *An American Carol* so much that the DVD just sat there on my desk, staring me in the face for weeks. Taunting me, almost — daring me to finally pop it into the player. Which, as there came a moment when I could no longer put it off, I did.
I do confess I was afeared of the potential for a funny-hat montage: it’s the kind of thing you expect from kids’ movie that features just about every kind of cute, ugly, cute-ugly, and funny-looking dog imaginable. But there was none of that here. There was, I concede, a bit with dogs on treadmills, but … more…
Gives new depth of meaning to the word “hagiography.”