The Lazarus Effect is your typical horror enterprise about very, very smart people doing very, very stupid things, the film a convoluted hodgepodge of Frankenstein, Lucy, Limitless, A Nightmare on Elm Street and Re-Animator, a whole fleet of additional B-grade shockers thrown into the mixture for good measure.
“It’s a funny thing; this is a very Australian film. The humor. The way we put it together. The places we took inspiration from. It’s all pretty Aussie.”
If you threw Juno, Mean Girls and She’s All That into a blender you’d probably end up with something relatively similar to The DUFF, a well-intentioned and relatively charming High School coming-of-age comedy that’s frothy and effervescent enough to entertain but not inspired or creative enough to become memorable.
To paraphrase a very old adage, laughter cures just about anything, and while it can’t make Hot Tub Time Machine 2 a good movie it does manage to transform it into a far more enjoyable one than it otherwise would have been.
Costner has rarely been better. Slipping into White’s shoes with ease, he looks right at home running alongside his charges, becoming a better man, a better coach and, most of all, a better father as he figures out what makes the kids, their families and the community click as he puts everyone on the path towards victory.
Wyrmwood doesn’t reinvent the wheel. It doesn’t shake up the zombie genre so much that it will never be the same afterwards. Yet it’s filled to the brim with indelible moments that joyfully take up space in the memory, showcases sequences of ingenuity and wit that had me rocking back and forth in my seat in total, unrestrained euphoria.
The most abhorrent part of all of this is that A Good Day to Die Hard has me questioning my undying love of John McClane and the previous Die Hard films as whole, a fact that has me angrier than I really care to admit. Be that as it may, as fifth go-arounds are concerned this one is certainly not a charm, and for fans of the series it’s best to just say ‘yippee-ki-nay!’ and leave this latest installment well enough alone.
In some ways I guess every generation deserves its own 9½ Weeks. Thing is, although that supposedly steamy romance carries a fairly hefty reputation, truth of the matter is that Adrian Lyne feature is as abysmal now as it ever was back during its original release. As good as Johnson might be – and she’s admittedly glorious – in many ways Fifty Shades of Grey makes a terrifically terrible companion piece to that 1986 effort, and frankly that’s about as close to giving this otherwise irredeemable piece of a pulp pabulum a compliment as I can get.
For the most part Kingsman: The Secret Service is made with gleeful anarchic relish, and at no point during its 129-minute running time did I feel bored or offended. Featuring crackerjack action sequences, laugh-out-loud moments of humor and emotional beats that caught me off-guard, in a lot of ways Vaughn’s latest is right up there with his best work as a director, the end product showcasing a confident maturity that’s sometimes been absent from a few of his previous endeavors.