There’s not a lot new here, but the vintage footage is fab, as is the much-needed reminder that the supposedly innocent past was hardly innocent at all.
The Tenth Doctor and his Converse mashed up with Elvis Costello’s “The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes”…
Jesse Eisenberg sues a DVD distributor for misleadingly suggesting he’s the star of a film. Elvis Costello tells his fans not to buy a ridiculously overpriced box set. Are these two instances just a coincidence? Or might something bigger be afoot?
That’s the kind of flick *Cellular* is: goofily obvious when it isn’t unexpectedly exciting. It’s one of those movies that succeeds partly by not being anywhere near as bad as you were expecting it to be — by being, really, not so bad at all, much to one’s shocked surprise. Seriously, I was anticipating two hours of that annoyingly pseudo-hip Elvis Costello-ish guy from the TV commercials who wanders around saying ‘Can you hear me now?’ into his cell phone — and why o why won’t someone kidnap *him*? — and instead the goofily obvious stuff is more than made up for by the suspense and the humor.