TNMC

I remember clearly renting and watching the first Blade movie. It was a total shock to me to really enjoy the heck out of it. For some reason instinct told me that it would be a complete loser and nothing but my own perverse affection for bad flicks was making me watch it. Hopes were much higher for Blade 2, simply because it was being directed by Guillermo del Toro, who had wowed me the year before with The Devil’s Backbone. That movie met my expectations. The third movie was to be directed by David Goyer, who had scripted the first two movies. His presence would seem to indicate that the movie would work, although perhaps not with as much visual flair with a rookie director. One for three isn’t much of a batting average for me.

Will Smith is perhaps the most dependable of the Hollywood stars. He can deliver an audience virtually regardless of the type of film he appears in. Sci-fi, action, comedy, drama, whatever. The guy is an audience magnet. So it came as no real surprise that Hitch was a big hit in theaters. It was almost a good movie as well.

For creative design, you can’t beat this flick. It takes the whole robotic world idea and works it for everything it’s worth. Every damn thing in this movie seems to be alive and robotic, even when it doesn’t make a lick of sense for it to be that way. For that I applaud them. I like a movie that can belligerently plow ahead regardless of an absence of logic, just so long as it looks good.

We were somewhere in WalMart, on the edge of the electronics section, when the drugs began to take hold.

I picked up The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie this week.  I got a kick out of it in the theater and thought it might go over well with my son, thus giving me a break from Sesame Street and The Wiggles.

Time can play funny tricks on you.  Your perspective on something or someone can be seriously warped by the time you first encountered it.  Ray Charles was not really the guy I thought he was.  Not entirely anyway.

I was once told to thank my lucky stars that I had never actually managed to catch the Bourne Supremacy in theatres.  This must be what hubris feels like.

For me, movie critics often break down into two groups, those that laugh at fart jokes and those that don't.  I don't have much use for the second group.  Anyone so wrapped up in themselves that they can’t laugh at something as basic to comedy as the fart is not someone whose opinion I'm interested in.