A minor fan-fiction take on the franchise’s mythology: Hey, maybe middle-aged Laurie Strode likes guns LOL? Nowhere near as feminist or as psychologically incisive as it thinks it is. And it’s not even scary.
What the heck is this? Some sort of meninist political statement attempting to vindicate male anger? In a kids’ movie? Maybe men shouldn’t make movies…
Behold Bill Murray as the white savior barreling into a foreign land and teaching the ignorant natives how to be better people. Obnoxious and tone deaf.
If this isn’t a deliberate parody of furiously solemn, self-conscious artistic pretension, it’s an accidental one.
I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.
“From the director of Zombieland” gives me hope. Rape jokes and the presence of Danny McBride do not.
It’s one thing to say that Hollywood scoops up indie filmmakers, chews them up, and spits out McG and Brett Ratner clones, which absolutely happens. But that’s on a whole ’nother level to what it has done to David Gordon Green. Someone took the most glorious bottle of vintage champagne and whipped up Tang mimosas.
A cynical attempt to mine some cash from one of the few remnants of Generation X’s collective childhood that has yet to be picked over for the sake of nostalgia and some ready cash.
I think I figured out why ABC is torturing us by bringing Pushing Daisies back to TV now, for a couple of weeks, instead of just letting us enjoy those last few unaired episodes on DVD in the privacy of our own misery. It’s because Anna Friel — aka Chuck Charles, beloved of Ned the … more…