I feel good. I feel great. I feel wonderful.
I'm generally on board with rogen and goldberg's work. I laughed myself sick watching Pineapple Express and This Is the End. I even chuckled at plenty of ribald jokes in the first few scenes of this movie. I say all these things to establish my bona fides re: not being a prude or a scold.
but, look. early in Sausage Party there's a scene of violent sexual assault, and it just made me feel sick and sad. of course it's…
few movies have ever left me this angry. I was excited to see schumacher collaborate with carrey after they failed to connect on Phone Booth -- which was itself a strong, compact little thriller. here the ambitions are broader and the goodwill evaporates immediately.
carrey's character becomes deeply, compulsively obsessed with a self-published noir that leaves him spotting 23s everywhere he goes. yet somehow his entire family manages to finish reading the novel before he does. it's not a very…
vacillates between slackly directed live-action shadowboxing and pretty good all-CG spectacle, with frequent detours into the uncanny valley. a generally propulsive throughline makes this the best of the prequels, even if the specifics of the drama don’t exactly hang together. the order 66 sequence still goes hard. the actors are blameless. it’s pulp and it’s fine.
a hysterical movie, in the literal sense that I felt myself going insane while I watched it. early on riz ahmed (who seems to have been told to deliver his dialogue at 1.5x speed) has a conversation with tom hardy (who plays eddie brock with a mushmouthed accent like he's from the bronx, or mars) and I cackled like sutter cane.
tom hardy brings all the physicality of his max rockatansky to this, which does a lot to ground the…