As far as I can tell, it’s absolutely no use trying to figure out where this movie fits in with the first movie. I almost gave myself a headache trying to work it all out. But some people who were dead at the end of the first Sin City are alive here and some who were dead are still dead, even if they’re not quite gone. Marv (Mickey Rourke, Immortals) certainly doesn’t seem dead or ghostly, though he is stuck being everyone’s go-to guy when they want revenge and don’t have the muscle to manage it by themselves.
Continue reading “Sin City: A Dame to Kill For”
At one point, Will Smith says something about having been K’s partner for fourteen years. My first thought: “No way. It cant have been fourteen years already! That can’t be right.” And it isn’t. It’s actually been fifteen years since the first MiB flick. On the other hand, waiting ten years between sequels has produced a movie in the series at least twice as good as the one that they produced after five years, so it works out in the end.
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Now, normally I would consider the combination of the Coen Brothers and Jeff Bridges to be a terrifying one. It’s been ten years or so since I’ve seen The Big Lebowski, but I still cringe at the memory. Actually, for a long time, I cringed every time I heard the word “dude”. But even so, I felt pretty safe going to this one, since it was a remake and all. And if the imdb database of quotes is anything to go by, not much of it has changed.
Continue reading “True Grit”
I reviewed the new versions of Karate Kid and Nightmare on Elm Street without seeing the originals. I leapt bravely into watching Fantastic Four: The Rise of the Silver Surfer without having seen the first flick. Now I’m reviewing the sequel to Wall Street without having seen the first movie.
Continue reading “Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps”
I went to see a movie this weekend, really. It was only 80 minutes long, but it was still a movie. But it was just kind of… there. I watched, I understood what was going on — not that it was difficult — but afterwards most of it started drifting slowly out of my head. It’ll never reach the point of that movie whose title I can never remember, because at least it had some visually interesting moments, but I’m still left wondering exactly what I paid $7.50 to see.
Continue reading “Jonah Hex”