Interstellar a singular achievement
(You) must accept that when Christopher Nolan makes a 3-hour film whose plot (and man there is a lot of plot) relies on an understanding of the Theory of Relativity, there’s going to be exposition in shovel-fulls. It’s simply a part of his craft and a complex film targeted to a very broad audience is going to require it. Further (and this is really just a nit-pick), you can’t fault him for employing Anne Hathaway, the queen of the emotional set piece (see Les Miserables, et al) to deliver a speech explaining the emotional through-line of the film. She simply does it better than anyone else in the room.
I’m sure that those who were disappointed by this film had their experience shaped by expectations to have the film surpass 2001: A Space Odyssey. And for those who did, they missed an opportunity to experience a film that delivered a gut punch of emotional truth.
I don’t mind admitting that the dust on Cooper’s dining room table found its way into my Imax theater and by the end, the movie left me with a very strong desire to get home and hug my children.
No other Nolan film has ever affected me in that way. For me, it marks a singular achievement for a brilliant artist.
So much to love about Guardians of the Galaxy
Hey, you know what I don’t like? When a movie has a great set of original characters with clear motivations, and I mean A LOT of original characters that you get to know. The core team may have some sadness in common, but they also have wit and pluck and each other and a common goal.
Then they throw in these fantastic, well-built other worlds and mind-blowing sets that I guess we are so used to seeing that some of us don’t even have to mention them anymore. With a memorable soundtrack which will forever be linked to the film, and repeatable dialogue, and a story I can actually figure out, great laughs and wit and pacing.
I’m sorry. Did I say I didn’t like that? I meant I love that. That’s why I loved Guardians of the Galaxy.
New Godzilla no Jurassic Park
A while back I saw Monsters and thought, “OK story, so-so acting, but great visual effects on a small budget.”
After the rave reviews I heard, I saw Gareth Edwards’ new effort, Godzilla. My review is similar: “OK story, bad acting, great visual effects.” Overall, a serious disappointment.
I can’t believe this film got any sort of praise. Other than Bryan Cranston, the acting was bad across the board. Definitely a career low for David Strathairn, who was clearly phoning it in the whole time. Also, Godzilla should never be uttered in the same sentence with Jurassic Park. It is nowhere near as good or as well directed.
In Jurassic Park, when Grant and Sattler first see the dinosaurs, they do that thing that Spielberg is known for – they stare in awe at the marvelous sight in front of them. THIS NEVER HAPPENED, EVER, IN GODZILLA. Nobody in that movie looked surprised enough, scared enough or confused enough when they caught sight of the massive prehistoric creatures towering above them. Nobody seemed surprised at their existence! Nobody was shaking in fear, knowing that they were possibly about to die. Even Independence Day got that right. People looked scared in that movie.
I could go on, but I’ll just bring up one other thing. After the U.S. MILITARY tries to destroy one of the creatures and fails, the lead character decides to take it on with his 9mm pistol. A 50-foot tall, 20,000-ton invulnerable creature. Yup, that’s right. I literally threw my arms up in the air.