Red Tails (Hemingway, 2012)
Red Tails is an earnest, straight forward, somewhat generic, but easily likable war-action movie that will probably be both overpraised and overcritized due to it being produced by George Lucas.
Red Tails is an earnest, straight forward, somewhat generic, but easily likable war-action movie that will probably be both overpraised and overcritized due to it being produced by George Lucas.
To say that Bruce Robinson’s The Rum Diary was an unfocused mess would be implying that it left me with some sort of feeling after leaving the theater.
I don't say that it was a poorly conceived or executed horror film. It certainly seemed competent and, for all I know, it may very well be more skillfully done than most horror films. I just mean that I found it more disgusting than scary.
I thought I was going to get away without having to write anything about Alex Kendrick's Courageous, a film which is admittedly hard for me to be fair to at least in part because I'm not really the intended audience.
Real Steel is a hard film to not like, so about half way through I stopped trying and just gave myself permission to enjoy it.
Does it really fall on me to be the dissenting voice on this film? Grimace. I don't want to be. I want to respect it (in fact I do respect it) for its earnestness and good intentions. But...
But rise they must, and rise they will, and when when the film remembers that fact (about twenty-five minutes from the end), Will Rodman (James Franco) does an abrupt 180 from gung-ho risk taker to cautionary Cassandra figure.
There is a difference, I suppose, between feeling genuine delight at a film and simply being grateful the makers didn't mess it up.
My advice: don't sleep for a day before you go and drink about two liters of your favorite caffeinated beverage. Then see how long you can go without blinking.
Bad Teacher has a lot of problems. Or, rather, it has one problem that could be described a lot of different ways: it isn't funny.