I think that A.I. accomplishes what it set out to do and that was to question what it is to love and be loved… what it is to find our place in the world and what it is to want something so badly, that it consumes your every thought.
The movie, Atlantis: The Lost Empire – formerly just called Atlantis until Disney figured that people were too stupid to know what Atlantis is – is the movie I’ve been waiting years for. I thought I was going to see it with Titan A.E., but I didn’t. I thought I was going to get it with Heavy Metal 2000, and I was sorely disappointed. In fact, I’ve been waiting for a movie like this since I first saw the heavily edited version of the original Heavy Metal on TBS many many years back.
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.