Texas Chainsaw 3D isn’t just a bad movie, considering the potential evident during the first third and showcased during the final scene it’s also a disappointing one, the first wide release of 2013 a sad reminder that some wells just shouldn’t be returned to.
All I can say is that I hope Whedon does return to the helm, because after this movie the thought of The Avengers assembling without his assertively assured guidance is something I have difficulty pondering.
But Salmon Fishing in the Yemen never swims against the current, doesn’t head upstream in an unconventional way, and as such the goodwill spawned during the initial migration frustratingly vanishes by the time this absurd romantic journey comes to its end.
No matter what one thinks of Silent House itself, the actress’ magnificence is never in doubt, and to call this the first great performance of 2012 would be a massive understatement.
Even with my reservations this is a movie I know I’ll see again. More than that, I want to see Being Flynn again. It’s captured a corner of my imagination, and for all my mixed feelings that’s a trait I’ll happily celebrate now and far into the foreseeable future.
Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax doesn’t speak for anyone, no one at all, and if it does have a tongue it’s tied itself into so many knots trying to decipher its points beyond the obvious ones is infuriatingly hopeless.
But Project X is like social media in that it is all pretense without the payoff, all editorial commentary without the research to make any of its statements matter.
The dialogue is dreadful, the human aspects so saccharine they’re practically laughable and tension is virtually nonexistent. To call this monstrosity anything other than a mess would be a kindness, so guess I’ll just say Act of Valor is a bad film and then leave it at that.
In Darkness took me to a place I wasn’t certain I wanted to go. By the time it was over, watching Socha, Mundek and the other’s collective heroism I couldn’t have imagined going anywhere else.