It may not win any awards, but it make you laugh and in the end, that’s all that counts.
Sure, the movie is full of bad puns, hackneyed dialogue, and awful jokes (which were really a staple of the old Rocky and Bullwinkle show), but the situation is so innocent and lighthearted that you eventually have no choice but to embrace and love it like you did when you were a kid.
Any Given Sunday is chock full of excellent stars, but the story is paper-thin, full of every cliché in the football movie manual, very predictable, and probably an hour too long. In fact, by my estimate, if you cut out all of the football highlights, you’d be left with half an hour of movie.
Aside from being shamelessly funny, American Pie also has some great writing, character growth, and an honest-to-god message that sex isn’t the most important thing in life.
…the movie succeeds because it devotes less time to the one-joke-wonder, Austin Powers, and more to the comedic powerhouse of Dr. Evil, Mini Me, Fat Bastard, and Scott Evil.
I went into this movie actually thinking I was going to have a good time watching it… instead, I left the theater feeling ill and contemplating more productive ways I could have spent the last two hours (giving my hamster a bath, dusting cobwebs off of my ceiling, staring at the sun with no eye protection).
An American Werewolf in Paris is not a great movie, but it’s not completely horrible. To its credit, it does at least try in its quest to continue the story even if it ends up failing pathetically several times.
It mostly sucks. Mostly.
Yes, folks… here it is. The latest attempt by Hollywood to ignore DNA testing.
Get off my plane!