Category: Film Review

After years playing superheroes and cads, “Puncture” brings actor Chris Evans to the realm of the prestige production. It’s a noble cause for the performer, who’s flirted with dramatics before in messy features (“The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond”), but it’s another effort wasted on a terribly clichéd picture, an unlikely mix of “Requiem for a Dream” and “Erin Brockovich.” It’s a glorified television movie with its heart in the right place, only lacking any sharp cinematic curveballs that could elevate the material beyond the norm. Evans is good here, revealing an intensity of thought he’s rarely displayed before, but it just isn’t enough to pull “Puncture” out of neutral. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

It’s entirely appropriate that after decades of making movies that have flirted with the erosion of reality, director David Cronenberg would stumble upon material that actively probes the abyssal mysteries of the mind. Based on the play “The Talking Cure,” “A Dangerous Method” turns to the father of psychoanalysis to help pour a little disturbing cocktail of jealousy and dissolving self-control, using sex as a spoiler in a world of educated men, their well-researched theories, and a disturbed woman carrying a power even she doesn’t understand. Playing to Cronenberg’s tastes but lacking his usual visual serration, the picture is a reserved yet engrossing depiction of an inhibited man unraveling as he accepts the limits of his education, turning on those he loves and admires to hunt the ultimate prize of self. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Love is serious business. “Like Crazy” investigates the churning pit of romance with a soggy approach, finding director Drake Doremus putting his two leads through emotional hell as they express the ravages of attraction and the trials of commitment. It’s a movie for those in an interpretive mood, monitoring euphoric highs and tear-stained lows, yet the effort never uncovers the authenticity it’s desperate to achieve. “Like Crazy” is a plastic game of love, craving displays of affected behavior over an honest deconstruction of devotion. The film is never genuine, feeling like an improvisation class project that lucked into a theatrical release. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

For the purposes of this production, The Muppets have been basically dead since 1984. In reality, this isn’t the case, with numerous television specials, three feature films, viral videos, and a constant presence at Disney theme parks keeping the brand alert, if not entirely fresh. However, according to screenwriters Jason Segel and Nicolas Stoller, Jim Henson’s manic playthings lost their pop culture position in the 1980s, trapped in amber, never to be seen again. The premise is a bit of a stretch, but the goal of the material is to revive Kermit and the gang, offering their antics to a generation unaware of how wonderful The Muppets truly are, encouraging the development of a new fanbase to keep the comic critters beloved for decades to come. Thankfully, Segel and Stoller arrive fully armed with intensive franchise knowledge and respect for its early history, fashioning an immensely entertaining, brightly decorated valentine to the Henson dominion — a picture so fixated on resuscitating The Muppets it practically bleeds felt. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Marilyn Monroe has been the subject of numerous bio-pics and documentaries, leaving the filmmakers behind “My Week with Marilyn” at a tremendous disadvantage. However, this production has something extraordinary to assist in their characterization: intimacy. Adapting Colin Clark’s experiences working on the 1957 comedy “The Prince and the Showgirl,” the feature offers a lightweight but knowing look at the excitement, seduction, and caution that followed Monroe wherever she went. Eschewing a rigid, extensive recollection of personality for some melancholy fluff, “My Week with Marilyn” hits all the required beats of allure and misery, adding yet another compelling chapter to the ongoing deconstruction of a silver screen legend. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

The 2011 holiday season receives an appealing boost of yuletide power with “Arthur Christmas,” a CG-animated effort from Aardman Animation, best known for their “Wallace and Gromit” productions. While overstuffed with domestic concerns, this tale of Santa’s family and their feverish need to carry out Christmas duties in full is an enjoyable matinee diversion, loaded with seasonal splendor and dry Brit wit, while offering spirited voicework from a gifted cast, who all display a firm grip on the tone of the piece, with its interest in slapstick comedy and snow-dusted sentiment. It’s not the tightest picture, but the primary elements are well cared for, providing a reasonable green-and-red rush of festive fun. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Just because he’s embarked on his first family film odyssey doesn’t mean Martin Scorsese is going to abandon his fascination with moviemaking. The maestro of cinema pulls away from his recent examinations of hoodlums and madness to craft a love letter to the origin of filmmaking with “Hugo,” a picture that pops a few blood vessels trying to maintain an impression of whimsy, yet remains hopelessly chained to a cinder block of solemnity even a master director can’t break free from. Heavens, this feature is gorgeous from top to bottom, with exquisite technical achievements that encourage a genuine sense of awe, yet it’s a production better valued for its ambition than execution, with Scorsese caught between his ease with gloom and his inexperience with warmth. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

The “Twilight” films have always been strictly for fans of Stephenie Meyer’s novels, a truth never more evident than in “Breaking Dawn – Part 1,” the first half of a series finale that essentially sheds any comforting sense of pace, reason, and good taste to yank the extended narrative arc into entirely bizarre directions. The movie is seriously bonkers, but not in a campy way that might offer a tingle of amusement. No, director Bill Condon plays it all as serious as a heart attack, giving in to the gush of melodrama with total abandon, doing his best to maintain the bucking bronco-like plot turns of this relentlessly harebrained story. What began as puppy love with sparkly vampires has devolved into a freak show of bodily trauma, with a great gooey gob of pedophilia slapped on the end of this feature, which requires another visit to the multiplex in a year’s time to complete. I’ll make sure to update my shots beforehand. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Writer/director Alexander Payne doesn’t make very many movies, but when he does find the energy to sculpt a screen story, it’s typically something of substance, loaded with powerful emotional truths and manic behavior befitting chaotic situations. “The Descendents” is Payne’s most composed study of a personal meltdown, with much of the volatility occurring within star George Clooney, delivering one of the finest performances of his career. It’s a poignant, contemplative picture, flawless in the still manner it approaches crippling encounters with grief and disgust, dryly expressing the necessary unraveling of a distracted man. “The Descendents” is simply terrific, profound yet understated. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

2006’s “Happy Feet” was a jubilant, toe-tapping viewing experience…for about an hour. Its eventual slide into darker issues of animal captivity and environmental disaster was a laudable deviation but tore the pace apart, making the effort a bizarre, confused message movie featuring a cast of dancing penguins. With the cute factor off the charts, “Happy Feet” was a massive hit at the box office, which is why we’re faced with “Happy Feet Two.” Again, director George Miller looks to marry the Earth’s woe with the wiggly antics of flightless birds, but there’s really nowhere for this story to go after the conclusion of the original picture. There’s plenty of bopping, singing, and intense displays of global warming wreckage, yet the sequel is even more scattershot with these wildly disparate cinematic elements. If “Happy Feet” was tonally unsteady, “Happy Feet Two” is tone-deaf. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Is the horror genre so dried up that we now must face the wrath of calendar dates? “11-11-11” submits a story of demonic overthrow with a specific gimmick, counting down the terror of times and dates that tie into 11/11/11, a day that will bring indescribable misery to the planet and its inhabitants. “11-11-11” will also bring plenty of misery to moviegoers who choose to spend time with the latest from Darren Lynn Bousman, the underwhelming director who previously masterminded a handful of the “Saw” pictures. Straining unbelievably hard to manufacture a take on calendar apocalypse shenanigans, Bousman overcooks a simple premise, spending too much time on laborious exposition and not enough on dramatic elements, allowing wooden performances and a low-budget chill to paralyze the effort. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Immortals” is peeled from the mind of director Tarsem Singh, a visual stylist extraordinaire who previously gave birth to ornate epics such as “The Cell” and “The Fall.” He’s obscene with screen details, often cursed with a commitment to the movement of images, pulling influences from art and high fashion to shape imposing epics devoted to adventures of the mind. While stunning and extensively produced, Singh’s features never achieve a critical feel of humanity, always cold to the touch. They are museum pieces meant to be acknowledged, not necessarily enjoyed. “Immortals” is the director’s attempt to play ball with the blockbusters, marrying “Clash of the Titans” with a night at Studio 54, executing a violent epic in his own inimitable way. Once again, Singh comes up short, as his latest is decidedly mortal — an eye-catching drag through the heavens overloaded with hackneyed screenwriting and expressionless acting. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

I’m not even sure this qualifies as a real movie. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

140 minutes is a long time to devote to a bio-pic, only to learn absolutely nothing momentous about the subject. Perhaps that’s the way J. Edgar Hoover would’ve preferred his life story to be told, but as cinema, the caginess creates an interminable viewing experience. Handsomely mounted but otherwise devoid of passion and insight, “J. Edgar” is a bizarre attempt to catch a shadow, providing the audience with spicy bedroom details when the very basics of everyday motivation and behavior would be more welcome. Director Clint Eastwood shows too much leniency with Dustin Lance Black’s screenplay, dutifully following a flawed blueprint, ending up with a dismal, unenlightening motion picture, at times bordering on character assassination, even for a man as controversial as J. Edgar Hoover. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

One doesn’t buy a ticket for “London Boulevard” expecting a vigorous display of originality, reshaping the con-goes-clean subgenre with an inspiring display of invention. No, material like this needs to be served with a certain sense of familiarity, hitting low notes of brutality and intimidation in a manner that’s both exhilarating and horrifying. It’s far from a perfect film, yet “London Boulevard” carries itself quite successfully for much of its running time, spinning a familiar story with panache and attention to the needs of trembling introspection. Flawed but impressively executed, the movie has a distinct reverberation that holds the formula together, making the mean business of unlawful behavior convincing in the face of absolute predictability. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

With 2005’s “A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints” and 2009’s “Fighting,” writer/director Dito Montiel showed interest in detailing the seedy underbelly of life in New York City, soaking up the heart and soul of a violent metropolis. Unfortunately, he’s constructed two decidedly underwhelming pictures, each falling well short of their poetic intentions. A third effort, the cop drama “The Son of No One,” joins the group, forming a trilogy of mediocrity, finding Montiel swinging wildly to capture an elusive tonality of vulnerability, which always slides into excessive melodrama. The toxic textures of the city are firmly in place, but the rest of this movie flounders, focused too intently on heavy thespian articulation and a central mystery that’s solved by the start of the second act.

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Writer/director Pedro Almodovar has always been drawn to the dark reaches of human behavior, though he usually surveys areas of pain and jealousy with a cheeky sense of humor and a heavy sense of compassion. “The Skin I Live In” is a chilling effort from the Spanish filmmaker, taking matters of revenge and obsession to extreme ends. As with any Almodovar picture, it’s a long, winding road to Hell, populated with grotesque encounters and a perverse sensuality, blended into a fascinating, gorgeously crafted tragedy with intense horror highlights. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

It’s amazing that anyone in Hollywood could find enough material to fill one movie featuring lovable(?) stoners Harold and Kumar, but here we are facing a second sequel. The baked boys are back with a seasonal romp, and outside of a few holiday tunes on the soundtrack and a cameo by Santa, it’s pretty much the same old salty stuff. Fans of the series will undoubtedly gobble up the latest round of marijuana-cloud antics, especially with the movie’s pronounced 3D presentation, permitting the characters a chance to blow bong hits into the audience, giving the party ambiance that extra dimension. Outsiders should head elsewhere to satisfy their entertainment needs, for this continuation is all about repetition, only with a slightly duller edge than before. After all, predictable stoner mischief is less cute when it features men in their late-30s. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

It appears director Brett Ratner wanted a version of “Ocean’s Eleven” to toy with, so he picked up its screenwriter (Ted Griffin) and one of the stars (Casey Affleck) and built his own heist comedy. “Tower Heist” is being marketed as an endless stream of criminal antics and bellylaughs with an all-star cast, but it’s not an exceedingly silly movie. In fact, long stretches of the picture are devoted to the motivation and execution of the central crime, with laughs stuffed into the pockets of the screenplay as it unfolds. Regardless of its erratic comedic velocity, the feature is satisfying presentation of matinee entertainment, providing basic elements of suspense and financial crash wish fulfillment with an efficient filmmaking snap. It’s hardly original, but “Tower Heist” is appealing, even when it arrives wearing more of a scowl than a smile. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Chalet Girl” is fluff best served to young teenage girls dreaming of exotic locales and unattainable men, a fantasy set to blaring pop music and decorated with a heavy splattering of sarcasm. It has its charms, mostly provided by the cast, but it doesn’t add up to anything memorable, best appreciated as a lighthearted distraction for sleepover parties, handed unique life through its European locations and lovely snowscapes, lending the frame a refreshing white glow to counteract all the mundane particulars of the script. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com