Like I said, Sex Tape is a funny movie, and at the end of the day ultimately that’s the only positive that matters.
Under the Electric Sky attempts to tell a collection of stories looking at the lives of a handful of the concert goers and what it is that compels them to attend, some making treks from the other side of the globe in order to be a part of the festivities.
Wish I Was Here offers up many of the same positives and minuses as its predecessor. Showing a knack for human insight, having an idiosyncratic, almost whimsical eye for creative detail, the filmmaker still can’t resist slipping into sitcom pabulum from time to time.
Witching & Bitching is a comedic, gore-drenched, blatantly misogynistic free-for-all that manages to emasculate its male characters at the exact same time it marks them as superior to their female antagonists.
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is a better film than its predecessor in almost every way, and, somewhat shockingly, comes amazingly close to equaling the brilliance of the original 1968 Charlton Heston favorite.
Begin Again is noticeably safer than his Oscar-winning debut Once. At the same time, that doesn’t make it any less joyous, Begin Again having an innate hardscrabble authenticity to its layers.
Deliver Us from Evil is a compendium of a number of exorcist-themed features melded with a police procedural, everything moving along as anticipated building to a conclusion that’s hardly surprising.
For all the talent involved, and there’s a stupefying ton of it, Tammy is half-baked at best, making watching the finished product as tedious and as arduous a process as anything I’ve experienced this year.
Willow Creek isn’t new, it doesn’t break the mold, but the honest truth is that it doesn’t have to. Goldthwait has made a seriously great scary movie.