Yet Yakin’s film embraces its own central lunacy. Better, Safe takes the time to craft a story that, within the confines of its idiotically over-the-top world, is both believable and character-driven.
Sound of My Voice is haunting me. I find myself mulling over various segments in a way that has dug under my skin in some sort of uncomfortably luscious fashion, burrowing its way into the very marrow of my bones.
Chimpanzee did a fine job of transporting me right into the center of the rain forest. I felt like I was there with Oscar, Freddy and the others, that I was sitting next to them as the cracked nuts, climbed trees or defended their territory from invaders.
To the Arctic does showcase moments of ebullient splendor that captured my attention. I just wanted more than recycled platitudes, information more dynamic and complex than what I could learn watching the National Geographic Channel or from an episode of PBS’ “Nature.”
The Cabin in the Woods is a winner. I can’t wait to watch it again, and I’m sure this will become an annual staple for re-watch every Halloween.
Kahn’s sophomore effort Detention has guts and it cheekily goes for gory glory, both traits I do not personally take for granted and ones I think audiences open to this sort of thing will eagerly want to explore.
Lockout isn’t even so bad it’s good, the final product an out of this world debacle that will undoubtedly go down as one of 2012’s worst motion pictures.
There just didn’t seem to be any point to bringing everyone back for this fourth go-around, American Reunion proof that sometimes going home again isn’t as good an idea as it’s so often purported to be.
Damsels in Distress isn’t for everyone. It’s quirky and obnoxious, every character speaking with a stilted directness that takes getting used to.