Winnie the Pooh (Anderson and Hall, 2011)
There is a difference, I suppose, between feeling genuine delight at a film and simply being grateful the makers didn't mess it up.
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Beginners (Mills, 2010)
So, when I say I am over the moon with a film--I mean it. And I’m so over the moon with Mike Mills’ Beginners.
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Memento (Nolan, 2001)
Memento is both better and worse than I remember it (no pun intended).
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Transformers: Dark of the Moon (Bay, 2011)
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.
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Bad Teacher (Kasdan, 2011)
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.
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Super 8 (Abrams, 2011)
Many years ago, an exasperated student asked me "What is Pulp Fiction about?" After thinking for a few moments, I finally conceded, "It's about how much Quentin Tarantino likes making movies." I thought briefly after the screening of Super 8 how I would answer the same question. That one is a little easier: "It's about how J.J. Abrams likes him some Steven Spielberg."
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The Hangover Part II (Phillips, 2011)
The Hangover Part II is either a profound and mournful examination of human nature and the problem of living with sin in a world where redemption is not possible or it is a failed attempt at comedy.
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Moulin Rouge — 10 Years Later (Luhrmann, 2001)
Normally, when I hate a movie, I can, at the very least, see what drew a more positive response from those who liked, even loved it. Then there is Moulin Rouge.
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Everything Must Go (Rush, 2010)
I'm not here complaining about the too pretty alcoholic, like Elizabeth Shue in Leaving Las Vegas, who somehow manages to make you forget how really unpleasant is the experience of trying to remember that someone is made in the image of God after you've once woken up to the smell of their dried vomit.
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Thor (Branagh, 2011)
True, I can't recall two consecutive minutes of the film where I was conscious of enjoying myself, but that doesn't mean I hated it. Really.