Going Postal is, of course, the movie version of the Terry Pratchett Discworld novel of the same name; and, of course, the British have had it forever before they deigned to share it with us. I’d make a rude comment, but I don’t dare do that until I have a copy in my grubby little hands.
Hey, there are some things I can’t fight. Or don’t dare to.
Rubber baby buggie bumpers, Last Action Hero
If you’re wondering why I picked The Last Action Hero, given that the star (Arnold Schwarzenegger) of it has recently been revealed to have fathered a child out of wedlock over a decade ago (and hiding it from his wife for that amount of time), it’s simple: the character (Jack Slater) played by Schwarzenegger had an opportunity to confront his… English doesn’t really have a perfect word for it. Not ‘creator;’ not exactly ‘interpreter,’ either. Anyway, Slater wasn’t happy to meet the guy that was kind of responsible for Slater having to live in an action movie universe:
And, honestly? Turns out that when Schwarzenegger was playing himself as a self-centered, ultimately hollow man… he wasn’t acting. In other words, this movie has been improved, thanks to recent developments. Hard to imagine, but htere you go.
And so, adieu to Monsters
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I just watched Monsters on Netflix, and… it’s not half bad. It’s an independent film that is ostensibly about, well, monsters rampaging through the Mexican countryside; it’s actually about immigration and/or relationships, depending how you turn your head and squint. Noteworthy for a couple of things: first, if you want me to watch art films, or whatever the term is, stick some rampaging monsters in it*. Second: this film had a $500K budget, which tells me that Hollywood is inflating its operating costs by a factor of ten or more. Anyway, it’s a pretty clever flick that worked well within the limitations of its budget and resources.
And so, adieu to O Brother, Where Art Thou?
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*Ninja work, too.
Hey, I thought that I had already done O Brother, Where Art Thou?, too. Apparently not. It’s a great, fun film that is great fun – and the soundtrack is prime stuff, too.
And so, Tron: The Original Classic (Special Edition) derezzes. But we saved to disk first; yes, I’ll stop now.
Specifically, Tron: The Original Classic (Special Edition) – because Hollywood is more than happy to take advantage of your nostalgia. Which explains the remake, I guess.
And so, adieu to Coneheads. I’ll spare you the sound effects.
Honestly, Coneheads should have sucked: it was a SNL-inspired movie that had Sinbad and Tom Arnold in it. And yet, it was an endearingly goofy film that managed to poke gentle fun at various American attitudes towards immigration without actually mocking them overmuch. Heck, even the titular villain of the piece got to stand his ground. I liked it.
And so, goodbye to Red.
Red was one of those flicks that I actually got to see in theaters; it was cleverly done, had an excellent cast – it takes real skill to screw up a movie that has Morgan Freeman, Bruce Willis, John Malkovich, and Helen Mirren in it – and the plot was surprisingly sweet, considering the amount of explosions.
Quite a lot of explosions. And automatic weapons fire. Can’t have too much automatic weapons fire in a movie, in my opinion.
Anyway, that’s it for The Eagle Has Landed.
Yeah, I know: Inception
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(pause)
Well, Die Hard is kind of a Christmas movie.
Kind of.
Either way, we say good-bye to The A-Team anyway.
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