I’ve written before on CURNBLOG about why movies released at the beginning of the calendar year are generally wretched. I’d include a link here, but you all can get off your asses (figuratively; actually you only have to type a few words into a Google search) and find it for yourselves.
Sorry, I’m just in a pissy mood. That’s what comes from having to watch a bunch of mediocre celluloid. So, even though I have been catching up on the good stuff I overlooked in 2016 (Tower was awesome and I have The Love Witch on deck) and have been educating myself on classic Bollywood (Ittefaq is riotous, insane melodramatic gold), this is what I have had to put up with in the past couple of weeks.
Don’t worry – it’s eight movies, but I’m limiting myself to 200 words total. No reason we should all have to suffer.
The youthful vitality is gone, but these guys are still compelling enough to watch through sad middle-aged decay. The best new movie I have seen in March.
Beauty and the Beast
Watson, Stevens, Evans, Gad – all very good. McEwan, McKellan, McDonald, Thompson – great voice work. Can’t miss story with can’t miss songs. And yet … why did they bother? Just watch the superior animated version.
Dig Two Graves
Would rate well as a film school thesis. Lots of talent apparent. Zero control over story or tone.
Rises or falls depending on your interest in Stewart’s mysterious weirdness. She’s really good at that, but it still didn’t work for me. Sils Maria is far better.
On one side, you have the exquisite Bel Powley. On the other, a talky, rather clichéd screenplay with supporting characters that too often behave like supporting characters, and not like people.
By the end, I was rooting for the alien. Rooting hard.
The Sense of an Ending
Julian Barnes’ novel had problems. Despite the presence of Jim Broadbent, the movie did not solve those problems.
I forgot I saw it within an hour of leaving the theater.
It’s a grim lot, I know. And I didn’t even get up the energy to check out CHIPS or whatever the new Power Rangers thing is being called.
Thank you for allowing me to vent. At least it resulted in a very short blog. And I’m sure The Boss Baby will make it all better.
One can dream.