You've got Cage at his Cage-iest in the classic cautionary tale about a man destroyed by his own ambition or obsession in the same vein as BLOW or WOLF OF WALL STREET. Except this time, the obsessive, narcissistic protagonist thrives in the end in what might be considered a particularly heavy handed moral message about guns and international politics.
For a movie based on a pornographic book based on a middle-aged woman's fantasies about teenage characters from a slightly less uninspired book about vampires whose only weakness is that they sparkle in the sunlight and centred around two main characters engaged in some serious,explicit BDSM sexual intercourse, FIFTY SHADES OF GREY was surprisingly tame. I mean, laughably tame considering the subject matter. Your standard episode of Spartacus gives you considerably more nudity and sex both per capita and overall…
Steve McQueen stars as the world's oldest teenager who not only has to battle mutant Jell-O from outer space that has a taste for human flesh and an aversion to colder climates but also has to deal with curfews, incredulous adults, and sort-of street hoods who just want to see a scary movie with their lady friends.
After seeing tropes from old '50s and '60s horror movies parodied almost to a bloody pulp by self-aware, postmodern filmmakers, it's almost jarring…
I've never been a huge fan of Judd Apatow, but at least his previous films had some kind of saving grace that kept me from wanting to gouge my own eyes out and take a stroll in crocodile-infested waters. Not so with THIS IS 40, which started out with a few laughs, but just dragged on and on and on, the cinematic equivalent to scratching the chalkboard with your nails. Despite Paul Rudd's nearly infinite charm (I could watch that…