By
Debbie
Schlussel
Most of these movies opened on Wednesday,
earlier than usual because of the Independence Day holiday,
but I was exhausted and didn’t get these up in time before now, so my apologies
(if you already wasted valuable time/dollars on the crappy stuff because you
didn’t get to read my reviews first, my bad). I’ve already posted
my review of “America.” Here are my reviews of the
others (only two of which I liked):



* “
Tammy“: Have you ever been to a “Lesbian
Fourth of July” party? That’s the
“highlight”–or rather, lowlight–of this on-screen piece of bleep. In fact, the
only decent, normal, wise people in this movie are lesbians. Happy Birthday,
America! More on that later. But suffice it to say, this movie is clearly the
fantasy of either an uber-hater of America or an extreme chubby chaser.
Um, I’m confused. Whenever I mock the morbidly obese and
how society pimps on these “plus sized” women as
“beautiful,” I’m roundly attacked. And, yet, I’m supposed to laugh
at a talentless hack–Melissa McCarthy–whose entire act is: “Look at me, I’m
huge. Now, Laugh!” Here’s a tip: being morbidly obese isn’t funny. It’s just
disgusting. And not fun to watch. Yes, there are actors and comedians who are
both fat and funny, such as the late John Candy to whom McCarthy has been
compared recently. But I could watch his movies over and over because he was
actually funny and a good actor. McCarthy is neither. Candy’s hefty weight was
merely an accessory the way blonde hair was Marilyn Monroe’s accessory (or an
adopted Black baby is Charlize Theron’s, Sandra Bullock’s, Angelina Jolie’s, and
Madonna’s accessory). And let’s get something straight: McCarthy is no John
Candy. Not even close. He was entertaining, campy, and funny. She’s annoying,
schlubby, and groanworthy I laughed maybe five times at the most while watching
this dreck.
Being a fat slob isn’t funny in and of itself. And that’s all McCarthy has
going for her. This movie is Exhibit A. Or maybe a repeat of Exhibit A, because
even though she claims she and her husband, Ben Falcone, wrote it (Falcone also
directs this dungheap), it’s a plagiarized effort that is merely a cheap repeat
of a previous McCarthy effort,
“Identity Thief” (read my review), which was bad, but
not nearly as bad as this. In that movie, McCarthy is an annoying loser on a
silly road trip and does stupid things, including hitting on men and engaging in
robbery. In the end, she ends up in federal prison. In this movie, McCarthy is
an annoying loser on a silly road trip and does stupid things, including hitting
on men and engaging in robbery. In the end, she ends up in federal prison. Come
on, fat chick, come up with something new.
Absolutely everyone in this movie is loathsome, except–surprise!–lesbians. If
you’re a person with anything resembling a brain and reason, you hate every
single person in this movie because they are simply despicable or completely
idiotic beings who barely resemble functioning humans. McCarthy is a fat loser
who works at a fast food restaurant. When she gets to work late after her car
hit a deer (or was it a moose?), she is fired by her
boss (Falcone), so she puts
her hair and body all over the food on her way out. When she
gets
home, she finds her husband has been cheating on
her, so she leaves and goes on an inexplicable road trip with her sex-crazed
grandmother (Susan Sarandon) to see Niagara Falls.
On the way, McCarthy crashes a jet ski, robs a fast food joint, and
mercilessly hits on a farmer who isn’t interested in her. Her grandmother’s
“greatest” achievement is having slept with one of the Allman Brothers. Then,
she gets drunk, hits on a farmer at a bar and sleeps with him in her hotel room,
while she forces McCarthy to sleep on the ground outside the room. After
“granny” arrested and jailed with illegal drugs in her possession, McCarthy robs
a fast food joint to get the bail money. And ultimately, they end up at their
rich lesbian cousin’s mansion, where they participate in a lesbian
Fourth of July party. The lesbians–again, and of
course–are the only decent, sensible people in this flick. They are nice and
have compassion. And they are smart. Oh, and they try to talk some common sense
and pull-yourself-up-by-the-bootstraps/life-is-hard truth to power to
McCarthy.
If I were the ISIS public relations manager, I would skip the recruitment
videos of old and just show my intended recruits this movie of slovenly, lazy,
ugly, sex-crazed, drug-and-alcohol-abusing Americans. It ought to do the
trick.
Save your ten-plus bucks for something else. America has contributed more
than enough money to the fabric fund for Melissa McCarthy’s next Academy Awards
tent gown and accompany Cross-Your-Heart
hammock bra and Golden Gate Bridge-sized thong underwear.
FOUR MARXES PLUS FOUR OBAMAS PLUS FOUR BIN LADENS












* “
Earth to Echo“: It’s pleasantly surprising to see a
charming young teen kids movie that doesn’t involve sex, four-letter-words, or
violence. And that’s why I liked this. While it is not nearly as good as “E.T.”
or “Goonies” or “Gremlins”–the ’80s kids movies of which this movie reminded
me–the movie is close enough to those to make it entertaining and engrossing for
kids and families. It lacks the magic of the ’80s flicks I mentioned, but it’s
good enough and it’s wholesome. It’s a young buddy movie involving rescuing an
alien from menacing government agents.
The story: several young teen boys live in a middle-class California
neighborhood that’s slated for demolition to make room for a highway. Their
families are all moving away to new and separate lives. And on their last night
together, the boys hope for and get an adventure before saying good-bye to each
other. They are drawn, through strange occurrences on their cellphones and other
cues, to a remote area where they discover a small device that turns out to be a
stray alien from outer space, whom the government is looking for. They are soon
chased by government agents as they attempt to help the alien find his spaceship
and go back to his life.
It is fine and cute for kids and the kind of movie that Disney used to
make.
TWO REAGANS
* “
Begin Again“: I enjoyed this movie a lot, but for the
giant, unsightly
shots of Keira
Knightley’s horrible teeth (a great advertisement for what the UK’s horrible
ObamaCare style dental “care”
does to one’s mouth; imagine what
ObamaCare will do to
your body). Get some braces, girl. If you like contemporary music and drama,
you’ll probably like this movie, too. It’s by the makers of “
Once,” another music-intense film I enjoyed.
On the other hand, Yasiin Bey a/k/a “Mos Def” co-stars in this movie. Bey, a
devout Muslim, is a
big fan of Gitmo’s Al-Qaeda terrorists who murder Americans and
want to murder more, so you might wanna keep that in mind in
deciding whether or not to see this.
The story:
Mark Ruffalo is a
down-and-out record executive in New York City. An alcoholic, he spends his last
dollars at a bar, where he discovers Knightley, a fabulous singer, and begs her
to let him produce her music. But Knightley is on her way
home back to England because she’s been dumped by
her boyfriend, played by
far-lefty Adam Levine. Levine, a rock
star, is a complete jerk, egomaniacal narcissist, and
cheater. In other words, Levine is playing
himself. Knightley has written many of his hit songs but gets no credit for
anything. Soon, she is helping Ruffalo’s estranged teen
daughter get some self-respect and dignity by
dressing and acting less slutty.
And Knightley is helping Ruffalo regain his life as they produce her new album
using the sounds of New York’s everyday street life. Singer CeeLo has a brief,
co-starring role but doesn’t really add much to the film.
I really enjoyed the singing and music in this movie (I’ll probably buy a
couple of songs for my iPod), and the acting is very good, too. The movie is
entertaining as is the story, even if it is somewhat predictable. And I liked
the film’s message about authenticity versus the artificial and cosmetic that
often infects that which is commercial. It also hits on the importance of a
strong father-
daughter relationship. The movie flies
by and leaves you wanting more. It ends at just the right point and on the right
note. (Although it is rated “R,” mostly because of language issues, if I had
teens, I would probably let them see this if we could find a way not to support
Yasiin Bey a/k/a Mos Def.)
THREE REAGANS

* “
Deliver Us From Evil“: After seeing so many far
better scary movies, this one doesn’t cut it and often made me laugh when it was
intended to make me scream in fright. Although there are two or three scary
incidents, the rest of the movie is a long, slow bore. The one redeeming thing
about this movie is its message that faith in religion is important. But that
isn’t enough to justify paying for and sitting through this.
Eric Bana plays real life New York cop, Ralph Sarchie, who is a lapsed
Catholic who no longer believes in any religion. He and his detective partner,
Joel McHale, are investigating three men who are possessed by the devil. The men
served together in Iraq, where they encountered a tomb that released evil
spirits which made them extremely violent and murderous. As I watched this, that
plot point bothered me because it irked me that Americans who served in the
Armed Forces are portrayed as possessed, violent, and evil. So evil that one of
them de-guts and crucifies a cat (and we are shown this disgusting display,
vividly). Do ya think Hollywood would ever do a movie about possessed Muslims
who kill people and disembowel/crucify cats? Nope. I guess evil spirits in Iraqi
tombs only take over the bodies of us evil infidels. Right?
The extreme violence, gruesomeness, and tons of blood in this movie didn’t
scare me in the least. They were failed in-your-face attempts to shock–textbook
moves in a horror movie that just isn’t that scary.
A hot, leather-jacket-wearing priest who is on the case and stares at women’s
butts doesn’t make the movie any more interesting or exciting, either. Nor does
the storyline involving the evil spirits menacing Detective Sarchie’s daughter
and wife. It’s just trumped up, one-dimensional melodrama.
As a red-blooded American girl, I’d be in denial if I ignored that Eric Bana,
with lots of tight, short-sleeved shirts showing off his bulging muscles, looks
very good and was a sufficient serving of eye candy amidst the dullness (if I
forget that he
referred to me and some others as terrorist “hijackers” because we
trashed his “Munich” would-be star turn). Nice house. But nobody’s
home in this movie.
If you’re seeking a well done scary film, this ain’t it. Even if you are only
seeking cheap, quick thrills, this isn’t it, either. There’s nothing thrilling,
quick, or, at ten-bucks-plus, cheap, about this.
HALF A REAGAN
* “
Ida“: Leave it to the extremely anti-Semitic Poles to
turn the Holocaust tragedy into a way to portray Jews as evil, slutty, and
Communist murderers. That’s what this boring Polish-made movie does.
In Polish, with English subtitles, it’s the story of Ida, a young woman who
was raised in a convent and is training to become a nun in the early 1960s. She
learns she has an aunt and that she and the aunt are Jews. She also learns that
her family perished in the Holocaust. But those are tiny details compared to the
fact that her Jewish aunt is a Communist judge, Comrade Wanda, who sentenced
many non-Communists and freedom-seekers to execution. Oh, and did I mention that
she’s an alcoholic and a slut? But, don’t worry, she realizes that she’s a bad
person and jumps out a window.
Soon, her niece is dropping the nun habit and getting into bed with men she
just met, too. Then, she realizes that being a Communist slutty Jewess ain’t the
life for her. So it’s back to the nunnery for the calm, decent life of a Polish
Catholic. Yep, those Jooooos suck!
My relatives cooked in the ovens for this? Apparently.
There are real-life stories of Polish Jewish kids raised as Catholics to
survive the Holocaust such as that of
Miriam Ferber of the Detroit area. Ferber, raised by
Polish Catholics, was finally told by her adoptive parents that she was a Jew.
She became a practicing Jew, created and raised a thriving Jewish family, and
today, her kids (with whom I went to school) own and run
HoMedics (which
brings you all of the great massage stuff you see as gifts for Christmas). Her
story would have made a great movie.
Instead, we get this trash. Before seeing this, I never imagined an 82-minute
movie could seem like 820.
FOUR MARXES PLUS FOUR OBAMAS PLUS FOUR BIN LADENS












* “
Snowpiercer“: Horrible and barbaric, not to mention
long, slow, and boring. Um, do we really need another stupid class warfare
movie? Unfortunately, the makers of this piece of garbage certainly thought so.
Come on, Hollywood, come up with something new, even if it gets in the way of
your stock narrative about the rich (the rich other than you, that is). This
awful class envy flick is costumed as “science fiction,” but that’s a ruse for a
two-hours-plus Marxist rant. What it is, is long, boring, and repetitive,
too.
Set in the future, the Earth has frozen over, and the only survivors are on a
train that circles the world endlessly. The train has sections for the poor who
got to ride for free and the wealthy who paid for the privilege. The poor are in
a slum section in the back of the train and live in horrible conditions. They
are treated like garbage by those who run the train and are forced to eat human
limbs. They are also forced to eat “protein bars,” which are made out of insects
and waste. And when they disobey those who run the train, they are forced to put
their limbs through a hole outside the train until the limbs freeze and are then
broken off by the the minions of the wealthy who run the train. Eventually, the
poor revolt and get to the front of the train after much death and destruction.
And then the train gets blown up and skids off the tracks in the end, so most of
them die.
And the point of this movie is . . . ? I’m not sure, other than to separate
you from ten bucks plus and more than two hours of your life. And to both sicken
you from its barbarism and violence and put you to sleep from its dullness.
Absolutely terrible.
FOUR MARXES PLUS FOUR OBAMAS






