Premise: Paul Rudd as a superhero?! Say whaaaaaaaaaaaat…?! He plays Scott Lang, an ex-con who went to prison for hacking money back to investors who got screwed over by his company. He gets recruited by Hank Pym (Michael Douglas), and his daughter Hope Pym (Evangeline Lilly [Kate from Lost]) to steal back the technology Pym tried to hide from his business partner because it’s too powerful and will destroy the world, kind of. The explosions are apt.
Premise: I saw this movie two weeks ago and haven’t had much time to write anything about it until now, but that has kind of confined my memory to basically remember it being a rehash of the first Terminator‘s plot, but then with more robots and stuff later on. Also, cell phone app updates are bad and could lead to a nuclear wasteland where the survivors are being imprisoned by tyrannical robot overlords. Remember that the next time you’re asked to update Angry Birds Seasons.
To answer your first immediate question: yes, I do own a glow in the dark velociraptor t-shirt. And yes, it will probably sway my judgement in regards to this movie.
There were times in my life when I would plan days in advance to order a pizza. Not just any pizza, but Giordano’s stuffed spinach deep dish. On Sunday I would plan out my meals for the week, and I’d make a note to order that $30, extra large pizza all for myself on Thursday, and I’d wait all week knowing that on Thursday, I’d be biting into that delicious wad of melted cheese. And when Thursday finally rolled around, and I picked up that pizza from the restaurant, and almost ritualistically cut it and sat down with two slices on my plate; that first bite was almost dizzying. It was a high expectation living up to a reality. Nothing about it let me down. That’s where Mad Max: Fury Road comes in. I haven’t been so hyped up for a movie in a while, and when it ended up being everything I hoped for, it became worth the agonizing wait.
Ya know, I’m sorry I wasted your time with that pizza metaphor. I probably should have just started with the sentence “I haven’t been so hyped up for a movie…”. I always have to attempt to make dumb comparisons to food. That’s a crappily accurate expectation you should probably have for my reviews by now. So at least I didn’t let you down in that regard.
I did *not* particularly enjoy the last movie in this franchise. I thought the action scenes were long and fatiguing, I thought the plot made no sense, and I thought they wrapped it up in too stupid of a bow. Plus all the actors seemed like they didn’t want to be there. It felt like a step backwards from the insanity of Fast Five, which was also really dumb, but I didn’t hate it nearly as much. So enter Furious 7, a sort of positive note for the franchise; where it kept all the good stuff reasonably insane, and all the boring stuff relatively short.
This is my mandatory opening sentence that appears in every Chappie review that says I loved District 9. Next up is my obligatory follow-up sentence talking about how disappointed we all collectively were for Elysium. And of course, the opening paragraph’s closing sentence which asks a hopeful question to the readers: “But will Chappie be a return to glory for Neill Blomkamp?” I’m just following Chappie review guidelines here, people.
Near the end of the movie, as Ian McKellan and Martin Freeman’s perspective-aiding body doubles rode back to the Shire on their ponies in wide shots, I’m not going to lie, I got slightly sad that this was going to be the last time I ever see a Middle-Earth movie in theaters. Made me feel probably more genuine emotion anything else in this movie did. Because let’s be clear, this was definitely my least favorite Lord of the Rings movie P-Jax has ever made.