
G.I. Joe: Retaliation (review)
You get the G.I. Joes for Christmas. Hooray! You make them cross the demilitarized zone between the china cabinet and the DVDs near the TV to rescue Barbie. *pawft pawft pawft pawft* — enemy fire.

You get the G.I. Joes for Christmas. Hooray! You make them cross the demilitarized zone between the china cabinet and the DVDs near the TV to rescue Barbie. *pawft pawft pawft pawft* — enemy fire.
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Bland generic action pudding that manages to be sociopathic, too.
(Apparently some folks think Die Hard is a “nontraditional” Christmas movie…)
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I’m gonna go with Elijah Wood as Frodo Baggins in The Lord of the Rings. Wood doesn’t spring to mind when thinking about action heroes, and even within the context of the story, a homebody hobbit is the last person anyone expects to be an action hero.
What this dumb movie wants you to find absolutely hilarious is random 80s action heroes — this flick is lousy with ’em — now puffy with age and sporting embarrasingly bad dye jobs popping up in deus ex actioner situations…
What we see here, it seems to me, is a blockbuster made more for a global audience than a solely U.S. one…
After Brick and The Brothers Bloom, I’d follow Rian Johnson anywhere. And now he’s going for time travel! *geek swoon*
I had this deep thought recently: Sigourney Weaver is the new Gene Hackman.