I go to the movies every damn weekend, and I see some occasional good movies, a lot of okay ones, and a fair number of bad ones. I never write this shit down, and maybe I should. I just don’t want to turn into a movie reviewer and have to remember how many stars I gave what; I just want to remember that I saw a movie in the theater so I don’t rent it six months later and then find out ten minutes and six dollars later that I already saw and hated the damn thing.
Here’s the last couple of weeks:
Denzel Washington is an alcoholic airline pilot who manages to land a crashing plane without killing every person on board, antics ensue. This movie was a straight down the middle C for me, because it had some suspense, but it was so goddamn formulaic, it was ridiculous. Also, it made me go home and fall into a deep k-hole reading NTSB incident reports, which probably wasted a week of my time.
Denzel is a good actor, but I wouldn’t call this performance mind-blowing. The theater was crowded as hell though, the temperature was 96 degrees, and they must have shown 90 minutes of trailers.
I heard little about this movie going into it, and expected more involving the plane crash, but that part of the movie ends quickly, and you go into this long-form alcoholic denial trip, which was okay, but I’ve already seen that after-school special. I’d give this a strong three and a half stars out of five, and it’s a good rental, but you probably won’t catch this one on the plane.
End of Watch
There was nothing to watch this weekend, so we went and saw this. I hate to harp on a movie for being plotless, since I basically write plotless books, but this was a plotless movie. It’s basically a character study about these two cops driving around south central LA, with a lot of detail about their respective wife/girlfriends, a small amount of detail on inter-office politics at a police station, and a largely wooden story about Mexican cartels. The whole thing is shot to look like it was taped on video cameras as part of a school project, like a “found footage” thing. But this combined with the generic suspense of the story made me feel like I was doing tape tracking of raw footage for COPS episodes. Seriously, about an hour into it, I got this weird disassociated feeling, and thought “am I still watching a movie?” It sort of felt like I was sitting through a TV show I had no interest in.
Takeaways to this: Jake Gyllenhaal could totally play Paul Ryan in a biopic if he got the right hairpiece. Anna Kendrick looks suspiciously like Adam Scott (Ben on Parks and Rec) and that always bothers me. I won’t spoil the ending, but it’s stupid. 2/5.