God Bless America comes out guns blazing, and even if all the targets don’t get hit just enough of them do the satirical end result is nothing less than lethal.
Tonight You’re Mine isn’t anything new, doesn’t break any ground or go any place that I didn’t fully anticipate. But like I’ve already stated, that’s just fine. This movie is a song I loved singing along to, its boisterous chorus so infectious I feel like I’m going to be humming it for the remainder of the week.
Darling Companion is so intent on not taking anyone to task or coming up with sights or sounds an audience might find potentially off-putting it ends up swimming in some incredibly banal waters.
As courtships go, The Five-Year Engagement didn’t have enough oomph to get me to the alter, making me something of a runaway bride as I exited the theatre and found myself wishing I would have eloped with a different motion picture altogether.
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.
Damsels in Distress isn’t for everyone. It’s quirky and obnoxious, every character speaking with a stilted directness that takes getting used to.
The Salt of Life may take some effort to get into but by the time the climax rolls around it becomes impossible to dislike, and I imagine on subsequent viewings this is the type of innately human journey that could grow on me to the point it becomes an essential one to take on a semi-regular basis.
I was blown away by The Hunger Games.
The last moments speak to the concepts of family, brotherhood and marriage in a way that touched my heart and also tickled my funny bone, and while Jeff, Who Lives at Home isn’t perfect these precious final minutes were, and for my money that’s all that matters.