Reviews of movies from my giant DVD tower, and more.
Good lord, what a botched job this was, and wouldn’t you know it, it was directed by Zack Snyder, whose Sucker Punch made my Most Disappointing list for 2011. Once again we had a super hero origin story, this time showing us everything we’d already seen in the Christopher Reeve original, only now it was all pointlessly amped-up and over-overblown, and sadly lacking anything resembling awe, wonderment, or humor. Besides that, this Superman was the most insensitive and uncaring incarnation of the character I’d ever seen; apparently, his mission on Earth was to fight and fight and fight, in as destructive a way as possible, and in the most populated areas he could find. I rolled my eyes and shook my head more times in this film than in any other in recent memory, so for that, Man of Steel, you win top prize. Or bottom prize, I should say. And handcuffs? Seriously, Superman, your whole movie should be under arrest.
And speaking of DC Comics, who decided to turn Bruce Willis’ character John McClane into a super hero? And why? In this fourth sequel to the far-superior first film in the series, Die Hard, McClane was no longer a simple—albeit a tough and resourceful—cop from New York, but some sort of Schwarzenegger-like robot, hell-bent on death, destruction, and blowing up whatever stood in his way. I’m never patient with movies where mayhem takes the place of intelligence, and that’s what irked me more than anything here: the story was just flat-out dumb, and took everything plot-wise to unbelievable extremes just for the sake of a flashy, action-jammed visual. My review explains my problems with this movie in a more in-depth manner, if you’re interested.
I’ve been a fan of Sandra Bullock’s work for a long time, but she sure does make some unfortunate choices every now and then, and this was definitely one of them. If you’ve seen Miss Congeniality, then there’s no need to see The Heat, because they’re one and the same, only with the actors’ roles flip-flopped: Sandra now has the even-keeled Benjamin Bratt part, while Melissa McCarthy is the slob fish-out-of-water character first played by Sandra in that earlier film. And it just flat-out doesn’t work. Forced and unfunny, with outrageous situations presented strictly for outrageous laughs, with no basis in common sense reality, even by comedic standards. In a nutshell, a buddy cop movie where you don’t care at all about the buddies, or their bothersome antics.
Iron Man 3