Whew, it’s been quite a weekend on the movie front; four movies in one 24-hour period. And since I couldn’t really decide what movie to write up, I’m writing up four shorties, in reverse order, just to be different. Enjoy!
Spider-man 3 (2007)
What a waste. Spidey (Tobey Maguire) and the gang are back for their third outing, and all that talent and spark we saw in the second film just vanishes under the weight of too much money and too many characters.
This time around, Peter Parker’s alter ego has to face off with not only his best-bud-turned-villain Harry Osborne (James Franco), but The Sandman (Thomas Haden Church), a misunderstood baddie, his own dark side courtesy of some space goo, and Venom (Topher Grace), the space goo’s next host.
Plus, he’s got girl problems; Mary Jane (a lackluster Kirsten Dunst) is not quite seeing his dual-role awesomeness, and Gwen Stacy (Bryce Dallas Howard), a groupie in training, only has eyes for Spidey.
Sigh. How did that even make it past a storyboard meeting? Better luck next time, I suppose. And with Hollywood, there will always be a next time.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008)
Funny is an excruciating way? Yes. Spot-on depictions of heartache? Yes. Comes completes with the eventual cave in to clich? You bet.
Yes, I laughed at Judd Apatow’s tale of woe and lost love, but honestly, it’s nothing new, from him or anyone else. Another sigh.
In 1938 India, a little girl, Chuyia (Sarala) is informed her husband has died, and she’s sent off to the widows house, to spend the rest of her life among other widows, praying to survive somehow.
It’s a harrowing movie, and (fortunately) the story isn’t as dark as it could have been, although that happy ending I was wishing for wasn’t in the cards or at all appropriate for the situation. Fortunately, Gandhi showed up when he did (in the movie and in real life), or it would have been worse.
I don’t want to watch this movie again, but I don’t think I’ll forget it.
Don’t Tell (2005)
Of the bunch, this is probably the film I liked the best. Sure, the story of Sabina (Giovanna Mezzogiorno) and her memories of sexual abuse suddenly coming to the surface is on the soapy side. And the first 40 minutes of the flick is all slow setup, but I stuck it out and it paid off.
The characters are what really sold me on this little picture, and the acting, especially from Mezzogiorno got under my skin to the point where I didn’t want the film to end.
Yeah, this dark Italian tale is not for everybody, but it worked for me.