It's better than Space Jam at least. Harkens back to a more gag orientated Looney Tunes rather than the edgy, pop culture hall of mirrors they were in the aforementioned Jordan vehicle. It's still not a great film though, rarely funny or creative outside of a SPECTACULAR trip to the Lourve (and the paintings contained within) and the classic Dante riffs on Hollywood corporate culture. It's not really news to report that Steve Martin is embarrassingly bad, like, he's really the worst thing about it.
It's a passable if not mildly enjoyable film that I'll probably never watch again.
Either Damien Chazelle is a failed musician OR he's an old world, stodgy judge at brass band competitions who is probably also a failed musician. In reality, he's a film director and he's made one of the most frustrating films of 2014.
Whiplash is the by-product of music being stripped of it's creativity, innovation and soul. It's a film about a young man who strives for excellence in an environment that praises technical proficiency and exactness over humanity and the…
A slightly lethargic exploration of grief that manifests itself in spiritual visitations and iPhone messages. I loved the equating of spectral presence with anonymous text messages, both of which aid in Maureen's dealing with her brother's death, and in a way her own mortality. We make strange connections through the devices in our hands everyday, they kind of are like portals to another dimension really, influencing our behavior and emotions, which, in this case, results in Maureen playing dress up…