The Invasion (review)
“I’m so afraid I’m gonna fall asleep,” Nicole Kidman says, as if she were reading my mind, for I was thinking at that exact moment, “I think this movie is gonna put me to sleep.” Weird, huh?
“I’m so afraid I’m gonna fall asleep,” Nicole Kidman says, as if she were reading my mind, for I was thinking at that exact moment, “I think this movie is gonna put me to sleep.” Weird, huh?
This ain’t bread-and-circuses infotainment intended to distract us from the very real, very dangerous problems we face as a society. It’s exactly the opposite, and absolutely terrifying. “Not only is it the 11th hour,” states one of the numerous and impressively credential experts here, “it’s 11:59 and 59 seconds.”
I wish I could be more enthusiastic about *Stardust.* I like it just fine. But it’s not the next *Princess Bride.*
Can you understand the words that are comin’ outta my mouth? This is racist, bullying garbage.
A vague, disjointed daydream passing for a film…
An excruiciating stew of kindergarten-level toilet humor and absurd (and false) sentimentality…
A masterpiece of breathless relentlessness, of spectacular yet lean-and-mean setpieces uncluttered by superfluous digressions or tangents…
The wisdom of that modern philosopher David St. Hubbins has never been so apropos as it is here: There really is a fine line between clever and stupid…
I love *Becoming Jane* even if it is almost entirely invented, because it captures both the aching romanticism and the cold, hard practicalities of Austen’s fiction.
Honestly, the best thing you can do is go rent *Mostly Martha,* the 2002 German film this Hollywood remake is based very, very closely on. But if you really can’t stand to read subtitles, then this is your next best bet.