Another classic Slightly Warped movie review returns with the 2011 found footage fart, Apollo 18! There’s something on the moon and it’s so stupid, we’ve never gone back!
Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt are on a spaceship and wake up 90 years too early and now, alone together, can they fix a steadily malfunctioning ship and, more importantly… find love?
If you’re currently not watching Rouge One: A Star Wars Story, you are doing everything wrong.
Most of the time, I let movies marinate in my mind for an hour or two before I write a review for them. Heck, sometimes even longer than that! With Ratchet and Clank, though, I knew I had to write my review right away, not because I was excited to, but rather because I knew that, if I didn’t, I wasn’t going to remember a goddamn thing that happened in the movie.
I’ve enjoyed the Kelvin Timeline Star Trek movies, but ‘Beyond’ is a real return to classic form for this franchise… optimistic, character driven, and fun…. proving that even after 50 years, there’s still plenty of quality stories to tell and I’ll be watching them until I finally croak… long before Star Trek ever will.
I wouldn’t go so far as to call this a horrible movie because, honestly, even if it is a hollow shell of its predecessor, it still has some fun action and special effects sequences and does have some interesting world-building going on. That’s the problem, though… the world building looked a lot more interesting than the world-exploding.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows sticks close to the source material, has no problem being a live-action cartoon and, when so many movies actually seem embarrassed by the source material… this is surprisingly refreshing and a sugar-induced joy.
This movie didn’t need to be a “successor” to Cloverfield. It didn’t need to have the stigma and expectations tacked onto it. By itself, this movie is like a really intense episode of The Twilight Zone. Not game-changing or overtly wonderful, but really good none the less. By slapping a “Cloverfield” title onto it, you change expectations and you guarantee the “twist” ending isn’t twist anymore. It would be like calling The Sixth Sense, Ghost II.
A lot like The Hunger Games, the only real winners aren’t the participants or the spectators, it’s the assholes in the ivory tower counting their ill-gotten gains.
A timeless tale of how duct tape can save your life even in the worst situations.