“Hey, so you wanna go to the disneys tonight?”
What do you think about what we thought, almost a decade ago, might be a good way to expand the story, versus what we actually just got?
The series’ saving grace is that, with humor and heart so beautifully wise and stunningly rendered (CGI pun intended), even as returns diminish, a new chapter is still warm and smartly entertaining.
Our expectations are a lot higher now after the unexpectedly wildly inventive first movie… and this sequel delivers, digging with witty subversion into Hollywood’s glorification of its male heroes.
The plastic terror of The Polar Express melded with the kooky charm of Forrest Gump is a bad, sometimes outright icky, way to tell a tale of trauma and recovery, and does a disservice to Steve Carell’s sensitive performance.
We should be absolutely sick to death of all the cash-ins, pseudo-remakes and imitators. Where are they?
I might have something in my eye.
Girls and women love movies just as much as boys and men do. But it’s a love that gets thrown back in our faces by 95 percent of films.
You’ve seen this all before — it’s Toy Story meets The Matrix — just not done in Legos.
It all begins with the witch from Brave… and then it gets really crazy…