
Guardians of the Galaxy movie review: empty space
Just another rote space adventure. It’s not actively awful, but there isn’t a single damn thing in the least bit surprising or memorable about it.
handcrafted film criticism by maryann johanson | since 1997
Just another rote space adventure. It’s not actively awful, but there isn’t a single damn thing in the least bit surprising or memorable about it.
Partly inspired by the surfacing this weekend of footage from the production of director/star Jerry Lewis’s notorious unreleased movie The Day the Clown Cried…
20th Century Fox is embarrassed by the stars of its film The Heat; Vice thinks women writers are most beautiful when they shut up and die; the madness of George (Lucas); and more.
The thing that really gets me about this: the almost unimaginable luxury of having five days to just sit around brainstorming creative stuff…
And are you as angry about this as I am?
The things people Google. Sheesh…
Links my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Some speculation has it that the next films will revolve around an older Luke Skywalker, but I’m not so sure that’s a great idea…
A few shoulds off the top of my head: Bryan Singer. Brad Bird. Christopher Nolan. Joss Whedon. A few should-nots: Brett Ratner. Michael Bay.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…