“It’s just one of those crazy ideas that you have,” Richard Linklater says with a smile. “I was trying to make a film about childhood, but I couldn’t find a spot to begin.”
And So It Goes is tolerable, nothing more (and thankfully nothing less), getting along as well as it does mainly because its two main stars are so agreeably pleasant.
Boyhood is remarkable stuff, filled with drama, intrigue, suspense, laughter, tears and all the rest that comes with that.
As a movie, as a self-contained story, as a narrative worth getting excited about and a spectacle that manages to make the blood race with electrifying magnetism, Hercules fails at virtually every turn. It’s plodding. It’s dramatically tedious. It’s unforgivably cliché.
Lucy takes familiar genre tropes found in science fiction, Asian action flicks and superhero origin stories and slyly turns them on their head, crafting a freewheeling satire that’s as inspired as it is loony.
I Origins is a beautiful treatise on self, human understanding, religion, science and most of all faith. It moves, shifts and evolves in naturalistic fastidiousness, everything building to a magnificent conclusion.
The Purge: Anarchy is an unapologetically violent exercise in sensationalistic mayhem, that fact is not up for debate, and for my part I’m fine with this, part of me even a tiny bit curious exactly where DeMonaco and company might be interested in taking things next.
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.