things wot we learned from the 2013 summer movies
Have you been paying attention to what the movies have been saying — what the movies have really been saying — all summer? Here’s a refresher.
Friends
We’re the Millers review: broken bad
Reason No. 34,075 to legalize drugs: it would eliminate painfully unfunny comedies like this one. Comedy shouldn’t make you pity the comedians.
question of the day: What fictional home would you most like to live in?
Lots of domiciles from movies and TV exist only as soundstages, but we can dream. Bilbo’s round-doored hobbit hole? The Friends’ spectacular NYC apartment? The Home Alone McMansion? Don Corleone’s Staten Island estate? Somewhere else?
watch it: “Superfriends meets Friends”
Funny. Thanks to Ken for sending this my way.
The Crew and The Whole Nine Yards (review)
Mob stories rarely work as comedy. For every Get Shorty or Analyze This we seem to get a dozen Mickey Blue Eyeses and Jane Austen’s Mafia!s. For the comedies to gell, it seems, the mafia milieu needs to bump up against another idiosyncratic subculture: Mob Meets Hollywood, Mob Meets Therapy. The Crew tries it on with Mob Meets Old Fart… if there could be said to be an ‘Old Fart’ subculture.
