Another summer weekend, another round of superheroes and kid flicks. And a quirky indie teen movie for good measure. Somehow, not a single one of them is getting good reviews.
I tell ya, in this stacked summer, someone’s going to take the hit, and although the midnight box office was huge, I wouldn’t be too surprised to see this be the first real bomb. Oh, sure, they’ll find a way to spin a $40-$50 million opening into a success, but if the reported $300 million figure is right (including advertising), Warner Brothers will have a long journey ahead of them to make this profitable. Certainly not helping matters is the film’s current Rotten Tomatoes score, which while certainly representative of the reviews I’ve been reading, seems almost absurd. At a mere 23%, it’s the worst-reviewed major superhero film in years. I have a hard time believing it could be worse than Thor, but I’ll see for myself tomorrow (yes, I am absolutely the reason they keep making superhero films).
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Mr. Popper’s Penguins
Oh, Jim Carrey. What a strange man you are. One second, you’re in a mopey sci-fi romance (Eternal Sunshine), the next you’re in a big CGI children’s film (Lemony Snicket). Then you’re in a dark thriller (The Number 23), following by TWO big CGI children’s films (A Christmas Carol, Horton Hears a Who!). Then you’re in a dark comedy in which you play a gay con man (I Love You Phillip Morris), then you’re…in a big CGI children’s film. Hmmmm. Well, if you have kids and they like penguins, guess what you’re doing this weekend! If you take your recommendations purely from Rotten Tomatoes and HAVE to see a new release every week, guess what you’re doing this weekend! The reviews for this have been, expectedly, pretty rough, but one can imagine Carrey being big and goofy and surrounded by dancing penguins will yield something.
The Art of Getting By
I’d like to be able to point to something and say, “see, I was sick of the precocious-teen-coming-of-age-in-New-York story before it was cool to be sick of it,” but alas, I never did get that in writing. But for those of you just joining me, you too may be dismayed to know that someone, somewhere, still feels very strongly that kids who are just a little too far ahead of their time in high school need more movies made about them, and luckily this one is getting so thoroughly trashed in reviews that I don’t feel the need to see it just to keep up. Which is too bad in a way because I was a fan of star Freddy Highmore right away (if you’re keen enough, you can scour the Internet for my Finding Neverland review; Lord knows I’m not doing the work for you), and greatly hoped he’d make something of himself, and hey maybe he still will. Just not right this second.
In oh-so-limited release you’ll find Buck, a documentary about a real-life horse whisperer, Jig, a documentary about a real-life Celtic dancing competition, and Page One: A Year Inside the New York Times, a documentary about a real-life newspaper. I am fascinated by the last one.
This is also the time of the week when I point out that Midnight in Paris is opening in yet more theaters (the widest opening of any Woody Allen movie ever), and is still one of the best films of the year.
Next week, Cameron Diaz shows her nasty side, and Pixar tries to make the shiniest movie of all time.