Steep (review)
Damn, these people are nuts.
Damn, these people are nuts.
It’s not like the Indiana Jones movies were exactly deep and impenetrable: so why do we need *Indiana Jones for Dummies*?
It’s such a fine line between stupid and clever, a great rock philosopher once noted, and if you wanna walk that line, you gotta walk hard and walk strong and walk straight and walk, um, clever. Yeah, that’s it.
It’s one of those “fundamental interconnectedness of all things” things. Or a good-news, bad-news joke. Or an admonition to be careful what you wish for.
What if we all stopped shopping? Not for the basic necessities, obviously, but what if we stopped buying all the useless gadgets and made-in-China junk that we don’t need, that pushes us deeper into debt, that fails to satisfy the inarticulate cravings that send us to the mall on a recreational buying binge in the first place?
Oh, but this is a beautiful film about human ugliness — spinelessness, small-mindedness, selfishness, and shame — and the possibility of moving beyond it all to a new place of joy, one that’s all the more meaningful for being so hard won.
One of my fellow critics called ‘Juno’ ‘Knocked Up’ lite. Buzz on the Net wonders whether this is a chick flick, with all the accompanying baggage of inferiority and silly, frilly irrelevance that loaded phrase carries.
This big-screen adaptation is based on an 80s cartoon, some fans are saying, but not really: it’s based on three fake singing forest rats from the 1950s. It’s hardcore evidence of what should have been a pop culture novelty gone disturbingly mainstream. Isn’t that enough?
It’s the end of the world as we know it — again — but Hollywood’s emphasis is horrifically, hauntingly different for this movie outing.
It’s exhausting just watching the 80-something former president do his thing.