Not a knockoff of that other quiet horror flick, though this familiar monster movie works hard to convince otherwise. But the terrific cast makes it worth a look, at least for Netflix subscribers.
A little bit psychedelic, a little bit queasy, a little bit experimental, a lot existential, this is a jarring, visceral portrait of the around-the-world sailor in over his head.
Maybe if you’re as dumb as the morons this movie is about you’ll find find its mix of taser jokes, midget taunting, and verbal gendered abuse of children amusing.
I must go with “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing,” by Aerosmith, not just because it’s so terrible because also because it’s so ubiquitous.
Depression is like an enormous rogue planet entering your solar system and ripping your world apart…
This isn’t a movie: it’s an FX demo reel. It’s not about anything: it doesn’t reflect any contemporary fears that afflict individual people or anxieties that grip our entire culture. It has nothing to say beyond: “Don’t alien ships in the skies over Los Angeles look sorta interesting, and perhaps you would like to hire us to create the FX for your next sci-fi action film?”
Oh, yeah, we thought it was a joke when Michael Bay asked Bruce Willis to fly up into space and nuke an asteroid heading straight for us, but this is the real deal. Via the Washington Post: “Avatar” and “Titanic” director James Cameron on Wednesday evening criticized those responsible for stopping the geyser of oil … more…
Remember those two big skyscrapers that used to be in lower Manhattan? Remember how they fell to the ground? Never happened. It was all CGI: Malaysia’s former premier Mahathir Mohamad said on Wednesday there was “strong evidence” the US faked the September 11 terror attacks as an excuse to go to war against Muslims. “There … more…
Like the most totally awesome artifact ever of the end of the American empire, a preposterously perfect reflection of who we are: loud, obnoxious, sexist, racist, juvenile, unthinking, visceral, and violent… and in love with ourselves for it.
Of course it’s Michael Bay-ariffic in that adorably ultraviolent, homophobic kinda way, all vehicles exploding for no apparent reason and deeply repressed male emotions, the kind of stuff that can’t help but lead one to the conclusion that Michael Bay is denying that he has some serious issues with, really, just about everything he comes into contact with: women, men, cars, swimming pools, family pets, home electronics.