Trashy slasher with a couple of fun twists, a BLOW OUT homage and one genuinely nutty Bill Paxton performance. You could, and have, done worse. Do it for Paxton.
About what I expected: a by-the-numbers biopic powered by a charismatic lead performance and the deliciously overwrought music of Queen. The music and Mercury deserve better. The laziness of the whole endeavor leads to loads of unintentional laughs, but, as a Queen fan, it’s mostly infuriating.
I don’t know if this the worst movie ever nominated for Best Picture, but it’s absolutely in the running.
Madeleine L'Engle's kid-lit classic presents obvious adaptation challenges. It's heavier on cool concepts than incident, most of the conflict is provided by an incorporeal antagonist and it's just really freaking short. For the novel to work as a conventional studio film, the narrative needs to be expanded a little, and IT should probably be given more of a tangible form (the last time I read it, I thought The Man with Red Eyes could be the movie's Darth Vader).