If I were to break out my Clever Movie Critic’s Big Book of Witticisms, I would use it to describe “The Adjustment Bureau” as “The Matrix: A Love Story,” leave the review at that and spend the rest of the day in Margaritaville.
I guess the best way to describe “Rango” is to imagine taking four-parts Spaghetti Western, one-part “The Lion King,” two-parts “Chinatown” and three-parts “Blazing Saddles”; dumping it all in a blender and pressing “puree.”
Completely ignoring our personal history of lonely nights, this hunk of gray matter convinces us that were we to suddenly find ourselves single we would need a moat and several hundred teargas grenades to fend of the hordes of single women that would be beating down our door.
Oscar Bingo — just like the real thing, only without the tumbling ball machine or the letters B, I, N or G.
If Oscar bingo isn’t your thing, how about a friendly Oscar night drinking game with compadres and acquaintances?
Movie dorks like myself live for this time of year because it validates one of our favorite pastimes — arguing about movies.
Tim Lippe is a rube of the highest order. He lives in the small town of Brown Valley, works for Brown Star Insurance and dates his old sixth-grade teacher.
Liam Neeson has stumbled onto a title not usually acquired by men in their late 50s: Action Hero. With the surprise hit “Taken,” Neeson became a dogged, blood-splattering force for good.
The success of an Adam Sandler movie now depends on the zaniness of the script and the energy of the movie is dependant on Sandler’s co-stars. All of this has culminated in the low-water mark of the Sandler era with “Just Go With It,” a movie that is never offensively bad, just overwhelmingly bad.
I think we as a society can all agree that Ashton Kutcher is way more famous than he has any right to be.