Archive for May, 2011

Toy Story 3 (2010)

Hopefully the final installment in this franchise. I hear it’s good, and won an Oscar though I think the Jacuqes Tati animated feature The Illusionist should have won.

Tampopo (1985) – aka the year Marty McFly when back to the future :)

A Japanese love story of food, particularly ramen, with a dash of western and samurai influences.


Leap Year

Director: Anand Tucker
Writer: Deborah Kaplan & Harry Elfont

I’m not one for romantic comedies, unless they are the ones with Katharine Hepburn or Cary Grant or even Frank Sinatra with a dash of song and dance, but I will watch new ones occasionally. There are some out there that have been made since the 1960s that I do watch more than once.

Leap Year is a sort of mash up of every plot type and characters from pre-existing romantic comedies. Big city girl meets and dislikes an otherwise audience charmer and finds him brash, cynical and absurd. They both undertake on a journey which is supposed to be funny because of the culture clash between them and low and behold boy and girl end up falling for each other just after the audience is teased that they won’t get a happy ending. It always works out. It’s typical. But Matthew Goode is charming, and this movie just makes me want to go to Ireland and pick up an Irish rogue gentleman.




Director: Dominic Sena
Writer: Jon Hoeber, Eric Hoeber, Chad Hayes, Carey Hayes (screenplay); Greg Rucka & Steve Lieber (graphic novel)

Everything about Whiteout is bad, right down to Kate Beckinsale’s weave or wig or whatever that thing is on her head. Ugh. That’s how I feel when I remember this movie. If you don’t trust me and want to see this one, I won’t ruin the plot but I will say it’s ridiculous with ridiculously cliched characters. Big surprise  a woman in law enforcement has some horrible past and is haunted by some lame memory to the extent where she gets a stupid flashback every time she looks at her gun. Haven’t seen that before – and every time I do see it it’s as bad as the the idea of it. If it were a male character I highly doubt he would emotionally crumble over some stupid memory that’s not worthy crumbling over; in Hollywood films, only a woman does that. And that’s sad.

A serial killer on the loose in an isolated area? Yeah, not new. In this case it isn’t so much of a serial killer but some guy knocking off those who he’s supposed to share some crummy treasure with. It’s just a greedy guy who wants a piece of all the action – not a heinous, scary monster like thing living in the arctic.

Beckinsale’s character is probably one of the worst I’ve seen in a long time and sadly is your typical, helpless woman – way to send the woman’s movement back a hundred years Hollywood. What this movie needs is a little bit of someone who can kick ass, or what’s the preferred choice, it needs not to have been made in the first place. Since both options are implausible, and I have yet to master the scientific skills needed to create my own Flux Capacitor, the only  thing to do is not see the movie.

Ps. This movie seriously took four people to write? Really?