Twisty McTwisterson does it again.
I thought he'd given up on his third act shock reveals, but no, this might be his best yet. There I was, enjoying the film and thinking, "hey, this is not nearly as bad as everyone made it out to be, it's building up nicely."
Then, BOOM, the film suddenly ends, having lead to nothing. Twist! Turns out it was a waste of my time afterall.
*shakes fist playfully at McTwisterson*
I didn't see that one coming, you ol' trickster, you.
Here is a partial plot synopsis of the Spike Jonze film Her:
Theodore, a lonely writer purchases a newly developed operating system designed to meet the user's every needs. To Theordore's surprise, a romantic relationship develops between him and his operating system.
Now, if you take this synopsis, replace the name 'Theodore' with the name 'Dave Grohl' and replace the term 'operating system' with 'sound board', you'll get a fair idea of how Dave feels about his recent acquisition from the Sound City recording studio.
An enjoyable little film. Better than the sum of its parts thanks to great chemistry between Chevy Chase and Madolyn Smith Osborne.
Just your basic city-folk-out-of-their-depth-in-a-rural-setting-thanks-to-eccentric-locals-even-though-they-don't-seem-to-encounter-them-all-that-often-and-now-that-I-think-of-it-they-don't-even-live-on-a-farm-so-what's-the-deal-with-that-title type of story.
The poster claims 'Chevy has the power to make this Holiday Season the funniest ever', but as Chevy didn't even have the power to make me laugh, I'm guessing it was one of the more sombre holidays.
1981. A year after Caddyshack. Two years before Vacation. This should've been Chevy in his prime.
A glimpse into a life that plays like an uncared for piece of vinyl. The life of a struggling artist stuck in a rut, with the same experiences and mistakes playing out around him.
It's as if the Coen Brothers have given a name to that little speck of dust, imbedded in the groove of your record, causing the needle to skip and play in a continuous loop. That name is Llewyn Davis.
For the making of Psycho , Alfred Hitchcock used a television crew to make a major Hollywood production.
For The Making of Psycho, Sacha Gervasi has done the exact opposite.
I can't help but agree with the comments I've seen comparing this to a rather slight TV movie. But, it's mildly entertaining, if nothing else.
If I'd known in advance that one of Spring Breakers' central moments was a scene in which a skinny, tattooed, corn-rowed James Franco sat at a piano singing a Britney Spears ballad, I'm sure I'd have decided it wasn't a film for me. So, as I sat captivated at this very scene, I felt it was time to acknowledge that perhaps there was something special about the film I was watching. I really should hate this, so why am I…
So, it would appear that the traditional approach of comedies featuring jokes has now been abandoned and been replaced simply with people repeatedly saying "fuck". I suppose that set-up/punchline structure is a bit old fashioned. So, how do some of those old, stuffy, classic jokes fare if they're brought up to date?
My fuckin' dog's got no fuckin' nose.
How does he smell?
Go fuck yourself!
Why'd the big fucking cock cross the road.
To fuckin' mind his own fuckin'…
1. without being affected by; in spite of.
synonyms: in spite of, notwithstanding, regardless of, in defiance of, without being affected by, in the face of, for all, even with, undeterred by
"Despite the predictable jokes, the redundant and/or annoying characters and his contempt for its predecessor, Chris somehow found himself chuckling consistently throughout The Hangover Part III."