An undiagnosed bipolar man suffering from delusions and violent outbursts and a woman coping with depression brought on by sudden extreme emotional loss walk into a bar enter a dance competition.
Hilarity ensues! (Some spoilers ensue as well.)
What do you get when you take a movie will all the rich nuance and emotional depth of Tommy Wiseau’s The Room (reviewed here), give it some semblance of a budget, cast actual actors, and set it in New Orleans?
…well, not much.
Your magnanimous movie maestro has just returned from a road trip from his home in the Deep South all the way up to the wild suburbs of Illinois. Next week he’ll be headed all the way to Atlanta for DragonCon. What better way to celebrate all this time on the open road than by watching all six of the Wrong Turn movies?
Wait…there are SIX of these things? Oy. You’d think after four wrong turns they’d be going the right direction again.
Minor spoiler alert right at the top, I’ll mention plot points from Star Trek: Beyond that some may consider a “Big Deal” but nothing that isn’t in any of the trailers. You see, this third entry into the modern movie universe of Star Trek takes our bold crew through a rite of passage that all eventually must go through. It’s a time honored tradition that was inevitable.
There is no reason for the cast of the new Ghostbusters to be women.
How’s THAT for an inflammatory clickbait headline? Man, if only I had this arranged in a list, complete with one entry that will AMAZE you, I’d be writing BuzzFeed gold. Ahhh, good times.
No, but really, stay with me on this. And you better not be afraid of no spoilers.
You’re living in the old west. Your dust ball of a town is barely getting by. You’re trying to make a life for yourself. That is, of course, if bandits or diseases don’t steal it from you. And then, consarnit it all to heck, you’re attacked by brutal cannibalistic not-quite-human savages.
Who ya gonna call?
Kurt Russell’s majestic flowing whiskers of course!
Today I’ll be focusing on two movies. One is about a government conspiracy meant to help those in power gain more power by systematically targeting the minorities of the populace and fostering tension and fear between different racial and social demographics, the other is The Purge: Election Year.
Minor spoilers ahoy for both movies.
Once again demonstrating his many skills, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson convinces me of something I’d never think of him. I completely believe that The Rock, the People’s Champ, dropper of the People’s Elbow, charismatic eyebrow raiser extraordinaire, is a complete dork who is socially awkward, has no friends, and has body image issues.
Basically he’s me, only less handsome.
(Minor spoilers below for Central Intelligence.)
We will not quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today…we suffer a crappy sequel trying to play on our nostalgia!
