Fox did well in the first movie by staying out of the way of the comic high flyers. This time, he plays four roles, badly, and the others stay out of his way.
Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale wrote a clockwork plot that is essentially a science fiction farce: it might be the definitive summer blockbuster.
We’ve been conditioned by teen sex comedies and sports films to expect certain milestones and story beats – Linklater suggests some of those with a wink, before changing tack. The result is a genial, mostly happy film – it reminded me of George Lucas’ American Graffiti…
Anybody who loves movies knows the Oscars almost never get it right. They are essentially people who work in the industry saying “This is what we think is our best.” To which we reply, “You need to do better.”
Sleeping With Other People is the movie Amy Schumer thought she was making this year.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is just about perfect.
I was ten years old when the U.S. national hockey team beat the Soviet Union in the semi-finals of the 1980 Winter Olympics. That event became known as the “Miracle on Ice,” and was dramatized in the movie Miracle (2004), among others. I’ve never wondered how the Soviet players felt about the game.
The problem is that Lewis’ real-life characters are so unbelievably colorful, and their story is packed with so much “I can’t believe it happened that way” serendipity, that it overshadows the sobering examination of the financial crisis McKay also wants to tell.
The failure of the movie isn’t technical – it’s spiritual. Charlie Brown’s fundamental sadness was never a problem for those who loved the strip, including children. The writers don’t have faith in their material or the audience.
The biggest, most flamboyant feat of cinematic imagination in 2015 was George Miller’s Mad Max:Fury Road. Miller piles on mythic themes, literary allusions, hallucinatory images, postmodern feminist theory, filters everything through a desert punk aesthetic, cranks the amp to 11 and lets things rip. I loved it.