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It seems that these rom-coms are coming hard and fast at the moment, each trying to out do the other. Whether it’s comically, actor status, or the most far fetched approach to romance. I’ve probably seen about six romantic comedies in the past couple of months, and I have to say that this is probably the most favorable.
The story is basic, as usual, but it’s more about character than plot; so we begin with two polar opposite people, Joy (Lemon-face Diaz) and Jack (Man-child Kutcher), both suddenly thrust into these situations, one without a job, and the other without a partner. I assumed that this rarely happens to people who are this good looking, but apparently, it does. In an attempt to make themselves feel better, and shake off the feeling of rejection they both (separately remember) make their way to the city of sin, Las Vegas. And by some strange coincidence they not only end up at the same hotel, but with a computer malfunction, end up in the same room. After a debauched night of wild, craziness, they both wake up with more than a hangover.
After a mutual agreement to divorce, they jointly win the jackpot on one of the fruit machines, and suddenly their decision to separate quickly changes. Oh, and the hilarity ensues, obviously, with them eventually realizing that they do actually belong together.
Joy and Jack are endearing (together and separately) if not predictably over exaggerated. Unfortunately there aren’t many new twists or turns in this film, and it follows pretty much the same standard as most romantic comedies whereby you are left either rooting for the male or female. All I remember from the soundtrack was Mika (bleh), although I’m sure they threw in some 50’s swing to make it a bit less screechy and a bit more “classy” and romantic, because nothing says romance like Frank (wife beater) Sinatra.
Despite the ever lacking inventive story lines and creative script this film is easily watchable, it does exactly what it says on the tin, and if you go in expecting nothing more than a couple of cheap laughs, stale gags and some attractive people, you’ll be laughing, literally. You also have to remember that we have to have these mediocre films, other wise the really great ones wouldn’t be that great. I love the cinema, but this isn’t worth £12, wait for its Christmas showing on BBC1.
Emily Paget
Then She Found Me is the new flick from Helen Hunt, but it is not like her previous work. For one thing she has taken the role of director as well as the lead protagonist. This is the tale of a woman who goes through a series of heartbreaking changes in her life such as the lose of her husband, her adoptive mother and being found by her biological mother, all within 23 days!
When you hear Eddie Murphy is about to hit the big screen once again, a warm tingly sensation spreads through the soul. From the minute I saw Beverly Hills Cop I thought Murphy was a tremendous actor. He has a willing nature and a laugh that could strip paint as well as get a viewer hooked up in stitches. Unfortunately, there is no funny laughs or tingles spreading anywhere with this film, just a few nudges and that is basically it. I would like you all to, Meet Dave.
When I was sent to see this remake of the 1980 Jamie Lee Curtis flick, I went unknowing of the events held by the original, as I had never seen it. My mind was open and my heart free to feel the events that were held in store.
The music held within this flick brought back memories of the first time I saw Halloween. Much like in that film, music is used as part of the anticipation and anxiety created. As well as keeping scenes with little dialogue enjoyable, the music creates emotions and feelings that cannot be put into words; the melancholy of the opening music floats through the entire film. The sound effects also play a role in grabbing a viewer and pulling them into the screen. The build up to a stabbing scene for example keeps an audience on their toes as well as creates the occasional false jump.
When apathetic office slave, Wesley, finds out that he is the son of “the world’s greatest assassin” he is thrown into a quandary. Does he give up on his insignificant life; stuck in his cubicle, bullied by his hideous boss, aware that his girlfriend and best friend are at it like rabbits behind his back, whilst suffering severe anxiety attacks, or does he leave it all to become a super assassin and avenge his fathers death. It all seems very “Fight Club“, Wesley’s voice over especially at the beginning of the film, and his inner monologue throughout the training montage and clichéd fight sequences.
It is a well directed, action thriller that manages to bombard the audience with adrenaline soaked, pulse-pounding cinematic viewing. Some of the best bits are the smallest details, like Wesley’s anxiety attacks; you genuinely feel that loud uncomfortable pulse in your ear, like you’ve been stood next to the worlds biggest amp and when you move away from it, you can still hear that dull thud. Despite the obvious copycat visuals, a twist which isn’t predictable but still conventional, the film is still constantly watchable and has enough violence and movement to make up for the rather daft back-story (wait for the giant loom).
In case you have been in a cave for the past month, this is the second instalment in the ‘Chronicles of Narnia‘ adventures. And wow, what a huge improvement on the last piece of overly Christian, wooden, drippy cinema. I jest, I jest.
This film does have elements that make it darker than the first, but the returning director Andrew Adamson’s tends to overdose on the swordplay and battle sequences, (probably about 87% of the film), than focus on the underlying problems the children are going through. The heroes again are the expressionless, tweed-ridden, schoolchildren whose lips tend to take up more screen than anything else in the film.
Watching ‘Timber Falls‘ was like watching monkeys play chess; inane and a bit daft, but you can’t look away on the off chance something interesting might happen. Washington couple, Mike and Sheryl, have set out in to the wilderness of West Virginia. Ready to camp it up, they begin a hiking adventure with no real knowledge of the trails or the forest. Luckily for them they bump into a local woman who’s eager to help, and lend a bit of her local knowledge, she recommends Timber Falls, for its beauty and lack of people.
The reason this film doesn’t work like it should, is because it’s so basic. Neither Mike or Sheryl plot or plan or scheme their way out. Their captives are pretty dim, and there are a million moments when they could pretty much, up and leave. I don’t mind if there is no real gore, or brutality, but I’d like a bit of suspense and a few proper scares. If they had they filmed inside a dingy house in the daylight, it would have been a lot more unsettling, however, choosing to use the ‘cellar at night’ approach shies away from any real creepy developments. There are very few deaths in comparison to hack-em-up torture features like Hostel or Saw, which mean we have to focus on dialogue and plot, both of which are thin and weak.
I’ve seriously been looking forward to this piece of cinematic wonder for too long. And it’s got nothing to do with my ridiculous 10 year crush on Robert Downey Jr and Jeff Bridges, well not loads any way. The film starts with a bang, Tony Stark (that’s Iron Man to you laymen) being held captive by “terrorists” in Afghanistan, oh my God current and political! After a large explosion he’s left with pieces of shrapnel in his heart, on the edge of death the only way to save him is if some sort of electromagnetic gizmo is strapped to him, keeping the shrapnel from doing some seriously damaging stuff. Thankfully there is an Afghan genius on hand to create, assemble and hook Tony up, in a cave.
I do really love comic book adaptations on the big screen; they’re shiny, fast and loud, the plot is simple and effective and if they’re good, you leave the theatre buzzing from all the high octane, adrenaline soaked drama. ‘Iron Man’ did this, it was slick and stayed true to the characters in the comics. The CGI of the Iron Man suit was effective without being to flash, I mean it was flashy, but it didn’t make me cringe or cry with laughter (see ‘Hulk’, not the new one, the Ang Lee one). Some of the cheesy one-liners still make me feel a bit queasy, but you have to take it with a pinch of salt, as really that’s part of the American cheese charm.
Persepolis is an animated tale about a typical teenager finding her identity, and learning to deal with the world. In her case, that was the Middle East, but her experiences are universal enough for any Westerner to identify with.