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Monday, March 14, 2016

Wknd Box Office: 10 Cloverfield Lane, The Perfect Match,Brothers Grimsby

Here is an interesting article from http://www.debbieschlussel.com/ reviewing some of the movies that came out over the past weekend. This follows this post about some of the movies from last week and THIS POST about some movies that have been released over the past few years that you might have missed! This all follows this post about guidelines to choosing good movies to watch yourself!

Wknd Box Office: 10 Cloverfield Lane, The Perfect Match

By Debbie Schlussel
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One decent new movie in theaters today (stay tuned ’til next week for my review of one of the best thrillers I’ve ever seen!). The Young Messiah and The Brothers Grimsby were not screened for critics (though I might try to see Grimsby and post a review later today or some time this weekend):
* 10 Cloverfield Lane – Rated PG-13: I enjoyed this sci-fi/Twilight Zone-esque movie, even if I’ve seen parts of this before in other movies. It’s entertaining, well-acted, and makes you wonder what you would do in this situation. And although it’s PG-13, I thought it was quite violent (and gross) for young teens. The movie is kind of a hybrid of two or three types of films.
The story: somewhere in Louisiana, a woman named Michelle (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) packed her stuff and starts driving in her car at night. She hears on the radio of a massive power outage and her boyfriend, with whom she’s upset, keeps trying to reach her on her cell phone, which she doesn’t answer. Suddenly, her car is hit very hard, and she gets into a car accident. She wakes up with her leg chained to a wall in a strange room where she is on a mattress on the floor.
Michelle soon learns that she’s being held in an underground bunker below a farmhouse. The man keeping her there is Howard (John Goodman), the owner of the property. And she has a fellow resident in Emmett (John Gallagher Jr.). Howard tells Michelle that she’s been in a car accident and that he rescued her from a chemical attack probably begun by aliens. He tells Michelle that she’s chained because he doesn’t want her to try to leave and breathe or let in the poisonous air. He claims that the power outage was the beginning of the attack and that he saved her just in time, after coming across Michelle just after her accident on the side of the road. Emmett, who is far younger and less creepy than Howard, tries to convince Michelle this is all true.
Eventually, Michelle–who is skeptical of the story about the air and the alien attacks–becomes convinced, after seeing some pretty convincing proof. And Michelle, Howard, and Emmett quickly become sort of like a “family,” playing board games, watching movies, and eating together in the bunker.
Ultimately, Michelle isn’t completely convinced, though. She finds some things that lead her to believe that Howard isn’t exactly telling the complete truth, and even if he is, she thinks there is something wrong with him going on and wants to leave. She wonders, also, why Howard won’t allow her to call family and friends to see if any have survived the alleged attacks.
To tell you more would be to ruin the movie. It is suspenseful and keeps you wondering what is really going on. Is Howard really telling the truth? Is Michelle really there for the reasons he says? Or are there evil, ulterior motives?
In case you were wondering, this movie is “connected” to the 2008 movie Cloverfield (read my review), in that both movies are produced by the movie world’s current Godzilla, J. J. Abrams (Cloverfield is the name of the street on which he grew up). But the stories, while connected in just a tiny way, are independent of each other, so you need not see one to like the other.
Like I said, there are some–a very, very few–grisly, violent, bloody things that happen in the movie. And it’s well-done if on a small budget. Not the greatest sci-fi movie I’ve ever seen. But good enough. Entertaining, creepy, mostly believable, and a good escapist movie.
TWO-AND-A-HALF REAGANS
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* The Perfect Match – Rated R: I hated this movie. It’s a fine example of why “Black movies” don’t get nominated for Oscars. Maybe the Twitter hashtag for the protests should have been #OscarsSoClassy instead of #OscarsSoWhite. This stupid, waste-of-time, lowlife movie is very ghetto, despite being dressed up as a film about rich, young Black professionals. I felt like it was almost an extended, slightly churched-up rap video. Make no mistake, most of the people in this movie may have expensive taste and the money to buy it, but their behavior and discussions are just gross. . . unless you think discussions about “squirting” are the stuff of which great movies are made in the Kardashian era. Um, TMI times a thousand. The movie is also racist.
And that’s not to mention that there is some really bad casting here to go along with the awful “acting.” Terrence Jenkins a/k/a Terrence J, who is darker-skinned plays the brother of the much lighter-skinned Paula Patton (who is half White in real life). He also has a slightly pronounced Black accent, whereas she speaks English like a White chick. And, yet, we’re supposed to be convinced they are from the same set of parents. Not that I cared. This movie just isn’t that deep (not even close), so who cares? It’s garbage. You can’t expect better from a movie co-starring Jennifer Lopez’s concubine, Beau Casper Smart, and lowlife Arab Muslim illegal alien rapper French Montana a/k/a Karim Kharbouch.
Jenkins plays an agent and public relations executive who represents companies, athletes, and rappers and puts together deals involving them. He and Smart (who is Hispanic and rides around work on a hoverboard) work for a sleazy White boss, “Marty” (Joe Pantoliano), who appears to be either Italian or Jewish. Regardless, the boss is the only White person in the movie, and, so, of course, is a schmuck. Aren’t all White people?
The “story” (if you can call it that): Jenkins plays Charlie, a serial womanizer who doesn’t want to settle down. His best male friends, one of whom is married and the other of whom is about to be, bet Charlie that he can’t stick with just dating one woman exclusively until the upcoming wedding. He takes the bet and is soon “dating” (actually just having sex with) Eva (Cassie Ventura–previously one of the voices of Grand Theft Auto V), a woman he’s seen at work. The woman, who is incredibly sleazy and a total slut, repeatedly asks him for booty calls, and he soon falls for her. But, then, Charlie discovers something about Eva (essentially that she’s as sleazy as he is) that causes him to start heavily drinking, making dumb moves at work, being rude to his friends, and neglecting every area of his life.
I hated every single person in this horrible B-movie (with apologies to the letter “B”). And there’s nothing fun or relaxing about watching this insufferable, slow, filthy, racist bore. I literally felt brain cells die while sitting through this utter crap. Best for Gitmo torture material. Yuck. Just yuck.
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others Grimsby: In Depraved Sacha Baron Cohen Movie, Donald Trump Gets AIDS

By Debbie Schlussel
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In “The Brothers Grimsby,” written by and starring Sacha Baron Cohen, Donald Trump gets AIDS. (Too bad Cohen doesn’t die of cancer.) And, sadly, that outrageous political BS is the least disgusting thing about this absolutely sickening, completely stupid, totally unfunny movie.
As I noted on Friday, this movie was not screened for critics, and I should have taken the hint. It also was not represented by any of the big public relations firms that usually promote studios and their movies locally in various cities (including Detroit). That should have been a bigger hint for me. But I went to see the movie on Friday to review it for you. Big mistake. To say I was repulsed is the understatement of the year. Recently, Cohen and his wife, Isla Fisher (who also stars in the movie), donated $1 million to the Jew-hating, America-hating Syrian Muslim refugees (via the anti-Israel Save The Children and the equally anti-Israel International Rescue Committee). If only ISIS were forced to watch this film and then Cohen was sent via parachute to the middle of ISIS-controlled territory. It would be poetic justice. After seeing this, I hate the guy that much. This is nothing like previous Cohen movies, such as “Borat” (read my review)–which condescendingly mocked the goodness of White, Christian, Jewish, and patriotic Americans–or “Bruno” (read my review). This makes those look like masterpieces.
If scenes of men inside the vaginal canal of an elephant, while male elephants have sex with the female elephant and ejaculate on the men inside, is your thing, then you’re a warped sicko . . . and this is your movie. For the rest of us, hopefully sanity prevails. I dare any idiot rabbi that lets this scumbag, Sacha Baron Cohen, pray in his synagogue to see this movie. Cohen should be excommunicated. He’s an absolute scumbag. And a really, really sick guy, since he dreamed up the very repulsive, disgusting scenes that make up this so-called movie. It’s just gross. And, by the way, this is supposed to be a comedy. I didn’t laugh once.
The story: Cohen and his brother (Mark Strong, who is much better than appearing in this vile, depraved crap) are separated as kids. His brother is raised in a wealthy, cultured family and becomes a secret agent for MI6, chasing and foiling terrorists. Cohen is a lowlife loser idiot on welfare in working-class London with eleven (or so) kids. They are reunited when Cohen learns of his brother’s existence and screws up a targeted assassination of a terrorist. Then, together, they go on exploits around the world, including in South Africa, where Strong is still trying to foil the terrorists and also trying to elude the British government, which wants to take him down for being a rogue agent.
Among the many depraved, disgusting scenes, is the elephant sex scene. But that’s not the only one, and I feel dirty even describing these other ones. They’re not just filthy, they’re just sickening. And so is the guy who thought them up and decided to put them on film. Cohen sticks his face in hot wax and then falls on a woman’s vagina, resulting in pubic hair surrounding his mouth. Yes, classy. Then, there’s the scene of the fat-laden naked crotch of Cohen’s wife, the calorically-gifted Rebel Wilson. Uggh. There is also the scene where he is about to have sex with the morbidly obese Gabourey Sidibe and is wearing a mini-camera, so her pubic hair is broadcast to the MI6 in close-up. Unsee, unsee, unsee! And, of course, there is that scene in which Strong is struck in one of his testicles by a poisonous dart and forces his brother, Cohen, to suck it out, something we are shown in close-up complete with testicles and pubic hair. Toward the end of the movie, Cohen and Strong foil a terrorist attack at a soccer game in South Africa, by inserting the tips of missiles up their rear ends, and viewers are shown the result when they are in the hospital afterward. I threw up in my mouth during this entire warped piece of crap on the big screen.
At the terrorist attack, blood with the HIV virus is accidentally shot into Donald Trump’s mouth and we’re informed he has contracted AIDS. If only that would happen to Sacha Baron Cohen instead, the world would be a lot better off. You think he’d ever make a movie in which Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, or Bernie Sanders got AIDS? Think again. (It’s stuff like this that brings me over to Trump’s side more and more. If Hollywood hates him, that can’t be bad.) This guy Cohen is a total schmuck. Maybe he won’t get his now, but some day, he’ll rot in hell. Bet on it.
Yes, this is the absolutely repellent garbage that is greenlit by Hollywood these days. And that creep, Cohen, is laughing all the way to the bank. Thanks, Sony Pictures. You really know Gitmo torture material when you see it.
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Brothers Grimsby: In Depraved Sacha Baron Cohen Movie, Donald Trump Gets AIDS

By Debbie Schlussel
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In “The Brothers Grimsby,” written by and starring Sacha Baron Cohen, Donald Trump gets AIDS. (Too bad Cohen doesn’t die of cancer.) And, sadly, that outrageous political BS is the least disgusting thing about this absolutely sickening, completely stupid, totally unfunny movie.
As I noted on Friday, this movie was not screened for critics, and I should have taken the hint. It also was not represented by any of the big public relations firms that usually promote studios and their movies locally in various cities (including Detroit). That should have been a bigger hint for me. But I went to see the movie on Friday to review it for you. Big mistake. To say I was repulsed is the understatement of the year. Recently, Cohen and his wife, Isla Fisher (who also stars in the movie), donated $1 million to the Jew-hating, America-hating Syrian Muslim refugees (via the anti-Israel Save The Children and the equally anti-Israel International Rescue Committee). If only ISIS were forced to watch this film and then Cohen was sent via parachute to the middle of ISIS-controlled territory. It would be poetic justice. After seeing this, I hate the guy that much. This is nothing like previous Cohen movies, such as “Borat” (read my review)–which condescendingly mocked the goodness of White, Christian, Jewish, and patriotic Americans–or “Bruno” (read my review). This makes those look like masterpieces.
If scenes of men inside the vaginal canal of an elephant, while male elephants have sex with the female elephant and ejaculate on the men inside, is your thing, then you’re a warped sicko . . . and this is your movie. For the rest of us, hopefully sanity prevails. I dare any idiot rabbi that lets this scumbag, Sacha Baron Cohen, pray in his synagogue to see this movie. Cohen should be excommunicated. He’s an absolute scumbag. And a really, really sick guy, since he dreamed up the very repulsive, disgusting scenes that make up this so-called movie. It’s just gross. And, by the way, this is supposed to be a comedy. I didn’t laugh once.
The story: Cohen and his brother (Mark Strong, who is much better than appearing in this vile, depraved crap) are separated as kids. His brother is raised in a wealthy, cultured family and becomes a secret agent for MI6, chasing and foiling terrorists. Cohen is a lowlife loser idiot on welfare in working-class London with eleven (or so) kids. They are reunited when Cohen learns of his brother’s existence and screws up a targeted assassination of a terrorist. Then, together, they go on exploits around the world, including in South Africa, where Strong is still trying to foil the terrorists and also trying to elude the British government, which wants to take him down for being a rogue agent.
Among the many depraved, disgusting scenes, is the elephant sex scene. But that’s not the only one, and I feel dirty even describing these other ones. They’re not just filthy, they’re just sickening. And so is the guy who thought them up and decided to put them on film. Cohen sticks his face in hot wax and then falls on a woman’s vagina, resulting in pubic hair surrounding his mouth. Yes, classy. Then, there’s the scene of the fat-laden naked crotch of Cohen’s wife, the calorically-gifted Rebel Wilson. Uggh. There is also the scene where he is about to have sex with the morbidly obese Gabourey Sidibe and is wearing a mini-camera, so her pubic hair is broadcast to the MI6 in close-up. Unsee, unsee, unsee! And, of course, there is that scene in which Strong is struck in one of his testicles by a poisonous dart and forces his brother, Cohen, to suck it out, something we are shown in close-up complete with testicles and pubic hair. Toward the end of the movie, Cohen and Strong foil a terrorist attack at a soccer game in South Africa, by inserting the tips of missiles up their rear ends, and viewers are shown the result when they are in the hospital afterward. I threw up in my mouth during this entire warped piece of crap on the big screen.
At the terrorist attack, blood with the HIV virus is accidentally shot into Donald Trump’s mouth and we’re informed he has contracted AIDS. If only that would happen to Sacha Baron Cohen instead, the world would be a lot better off. You think he’d ever make a movie in which Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, or Bernie Sanders got AIDS? Think again. (It’s stuff like this that brings me over to Trump’s side more and more. If Hollywood hates him, that can’t be bad.) This guy Cohen is a total schmuck. Maybe he won’t get his now, but some day, he’ll rot in hell. Bet on it.
Yes, this is the absolutely repellent garbage that is greenlit by Hollywood these days. And that creep, Cohen, is laughing all the way to the bank. Thanks, Sony Pictures. You really know Gitmo torture material when you see it.
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Monday, May 21, 2012

Wknd Box Office: Battleship, First Position, What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Sound of My Voice, Mansome, Bully

Here is an interesting article from http://www.debbieschlussel.com/ reviewing some of the movies that came out over the past weekend. This follows this post some of the movies from last week and THIS POST about some movies that have been released over the past few years that you might have missed! This all follows this post about guidelines to chosing good movies to watch yourself!

Wknd Box Office: Battleship, First Position, What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Sound of My Voice, Mansome, Bully


By Debbie Schlussel



This weekend’s new movies actually include a more than one good one, which is rare. You’ve already read my review of Sacha Baron Cohen’s “The Dictator, which debuted in theaters on Wednesday. (I apologize that my movie reviews weren’t up Friday, as they usually are, but there were so many new movies and I had so much going on that I couldn’t finish this in time for the Jewish Sabbath. That happens rarely. Better late than never, right? to those who already attended the movies I hated, sorry that I didn’t save you in time from wasting your ten bucks and two plus hours of time. I’ll be back with these reviews earlier, next week, G-d willing.)

* “Battleship“: This is being trashed by all of the conventional (liberal) mainstream media movie critics, who eschew patriotism (at least of the American variety) and a good adventure thriller.  But I loved it.  It’s patriotic, suspenseful, filled with non-stop action, and has a tight script and a great story.  I wasn’t bored for a second.  This is the movie the Navy SEALs should have made and could have made, instead of the anti-Semitic “Act of Valor” (read my review).  There is a great plot twist involving the veterans of Pearl Harbor, Korea, and Vietnam . . . and even the U.S.S. Missouri, which is now a museum to the Pearl Harbor attack.  Col. Gregory Gadsen, a real-life American soldier who lost his legs to an IED in Iraq, has a pretty big role in the movie, too, and he’s a pretty good actor.  (In real life, he was awarded three Bronze Stars and is currently Director of the U.S. Army Wounded Warrior Program.)



Yes, I know the movie is based on a board game, but there is little resemblance to the game, other than one scene in which water displacement radar is used to locate and target alien battleships. I was disappointed that the sentence from the old TV commercials for the game–”You sunk my battleship!”–wasn’t in the script. Well, not that disappointed, but it would have a been a funny tribute.



The story: a misfit (played by Taylor Kitsch) is forced by his brother, a naval officer (Alexander Skarsgard), to join the U.S. Navy, after he gets into his latest criminal trouble–breaking into a convenience store to impress a girl. The girl (Brooklyn Decker) turns out to be the daughter of the Naval Commander (Liam Neeson). Then, it is Pearl Harbor Day, and the two brothers and other Navy men are engaged in joint naval exercises with the Japanese Navy.



Suddenly, giant objects fall from space in spots all over the world. They look like high-tech parts of some type of space ship and destroy buildings and highways. Soon, some of the junk falls into the Ocean and two towers arise from the water, along with a giant spaceship of some sort. The Navy ships engaged in the joint exercises with the Japanese are soon stuck inside a giant bubble and their communications with the shore do not work.



The rest of the movie is about how the Naval officers try to fight off the aliens, who are apparently bent on destroying the earth. And there are a set of others–a geeky scientist in charge of satellites and a depressed soldier (Gadson), who is out on a hike with his physical therapist (Decker)–who try to overcome the aliens on a Hawaiian mountain, as the aliens attempt to take over America’s satellites.



If I had any reservations, it’s that the movie never tells you who the aliens are or why they came here. But that’s okay . . . because whenever Hollywood does tell you that, it’s usually to tell us how horrible we are and how we are destroying the earth’s resources–or some other liberal BS like that.



The movie is much better than my description of the plot, but it’s too complicated to describe in words.  You have to see it.  It’s two-plus hours of fun and excitement.  Not the world’s deepest movie.  But for escapist adventure mixed with a lot of action and a terrific patriotic tribute to our veterans, you can’t beat it.  Kudos to sort of “pro-Israel” director Peter Berg, who made a far better movie in this than his pan-Islamic, anti-American propaganda in “The Kingdom” (read my review).  I hope he’s changed his tune.  This is a good start.



If you have kids, though, you may want to think twice about taking them to this movie. It is filled with four-letter words.



THREE REAGANS



* “First Position“: This is another patriotic movie, though unintentionally so. It’s an entertaining documentary that follows the lives of several American kids (and their families) of various ethnicities, all of whom are ballet dancers and want to make that their career. I thought I’d hate this because I’m not into ballet, but it’s really not about the dancing. It’s about the discipline, poise, and character of these fantastic kids and how America gave them the opportunities they likely wouldn’t have elsewhere–and, in at least two cases, definitely wouldn’t have had where they began.



I used to think that kids like this were giving up their childhoods to train so intensely. But the movie shows that they have fun like any other kids. And they are starting early to try to make something of their lives, an admirable trait we see less and less of in this country. Frankly, in today’s day and age, when kids are a bunch of morons over-exposed to sex and violence, seeking to become Kardashians, and modeling their lives after vapid sluts on TV and the movies, these kids in “First Position” are a welcome breath of fresh air. They are disciplined, hard-working, smart, well-mannered, poised, precocious, and decent. Even those who do not become ballet stars will still be head and shoulders above the average, idiotic American kids.



I was touched by the story of Michaela DePrince, who has the skin condition, vitiligo. She was born in Sierra Leone, where both of her parents were killed. Both she and her sister Mia were adopted from a Sierra Leone orphanage by a Jewish couple, Elaine and Charles DePrince of Cherry Hills, New Jersey. I gave a thumbs up when the movie showed the DePrince family’s menorah (the movie does not mention that they are Jewish, but it’s well-documented throughout the media that they are). The DePrinces gave these two girls great lives in America and spent thousands of dollars on expensive costumes and private dance teachers for Michaela.



Mrs. DePrince spends hours dying various straps and mesh on the costumes so they will match her daughter’s Black skin, as almost all ballet gear is dyed to match the White skin that makes up the majority of the consumer base. (And while Michaela is tremendously aware and grateful for the opportunities the DePrinces gave her, I doubt this will lessen to any degree the tremendous hatred that Black America continues to have for the Jewish people. Nothing ever seems to make a difference or be appreciated.) Michaela’s is the most dramatic story in the movie. Her drive and will are inspiring.



And there is Aran Bell, the very cute, happy-go-lucky, dedicated young boy, who is the son of a Navy doctor. He belies the myth of male ballet dancers being effeminate or gay. He has a girlfriend in fellow dancer, the cute Israeli, Gaya Bommer Yemini.



Joan (pronounced, “Johan”) Sebastian Zamora left Colombia at 16 because he said there is no future for him in that country and it’s not normal there for a boy to dance ballet. (I guess they never heard of Mikhail Baryshnikov, there.) He works so very hard–training in New York to make it as a ballet star–because his father tells him that if he does not succeed in ballet, he will be stuck with a hard life in Colombia.



Miko Fogarty, who is half Japanese, lives in California with her brother and her helicopter mom Japanese mother and her British start-up company entrepreneur dad. The movie shows us the aggressive but happy nature of her mother and the lack of ballet talent on the part of her brother, Jules. Miko is home-schooled and mature well beyond her young age.



And, finally, there is Rebecca Houseknecht, a blonde high school cheerleader who loves pink and resembles a Barbie doll.



All of these kids are impressive and fun to watch. Don’t let the topic of ballet fool you. You’ll see little ballet–but a lot about their lives of opportunity in America–in this movie.



Inspiring, uplifting, positive, and a must-see. And it’s thrilling, suspenseful, and funny, too.



FOUR REAGANS


* “What to Expect When You’re Expecting“: Skip this at all cost. If you don’t, you can’t say you were not forewarned. It’s absolutely dreadful, and I’m shocked it wasn’t reserved for the August and January movie pet cemeteries, where Hollywood usually sends absolute dreck like this to die. This movie was so whiny, weepy, and annoying that I couldn’t wait for it to be over. Yet, it seemed to go on forever and ever and ever. It was the filthy version of “Crash” for pregnant women. There were several couples in the movie either about to have a child or adopt one, all of whom intersect with other couples in the movie in one way or another. The only intersection I wanted was me and my feet with my car and the gas pedal heading away from the theater. So many celebrities, so much crap. It was filled with fart, urination, and sex jokes (none of which were funny) and unnecessary melodrama.

I wrote down three of the lines of dialogue because they were so bad, so groan-worthy. But, now, I’ve decided that they are just way too filthy and ridiculous for me to repeat on this site. Guys, if your significant other woman wants you to go see this, avoid it like the plague. It’s a chick flick times ten. And it’s painful to watch. Prime Gitmo torture material.



The stories (I call them, ordeals–at least for the person who paid $10 to see this dung): Jennifer Lopez and some Hispanic guy are about to adopt a Black baby from Africa, after passing an interview with Tootie from “The Facts of Life” (actually, actress Kim Fields who is best known for Tootie, but clearly needs the paycheck from this crappy movie. Chris Rock and three gay-looking fathers spend each day in the park walking their babies and lamenting how they’ve lost their lives and manhood to taking care of their babies (but they never mention the reason for that–feminism). Elizabeth Banks runs a store about breasts and nursing with a dumb pun of a name. Her story in the movie begins with her reading a dumb kids book she wrote about breast-feeding. She and her husband (an actor who is the husband of the gross fat chick from “Bridesmaids,” Melissa McCarthy) learn that she is pregnant after they’ve tried many times. Her husband’s race car driver father, Dennis Quaid, is married to a beautiful woman less than half his age (Brooklyn Decker) and they find out they are expecting, too. But the father is in steep competition with his son and belittles him. Cameron Diaz plays the coach of a fitness reality show a la “The Biggest Loser” (though the real Biggest Loser is anyone who goes to see this, despite reading my review), who finds out she is pregnant with the baby of her dancing coach/dancing partner on a show that is like “Dancing With the Stars.” They argue over whether or not the kid will be circumcised. Yup, scintillating. And then there are two 20-somethings who have a one-night encounter, and the girl gets pregnant.



Why should you care about any of these dumb stories or annoying characters? If you do, then you clearly aren’t someone of any taste or intellect, and you probably spend your life watching “E!” For everyone else, stay away. This movie stinks.



FOUR MARXES PLUS A BIN LADEN PLUS FOUR BETTY FRIEDANS


* “Sound of My Voice“: This small-budget movie was very interesting and smart. A little too smart. While I liked it, it’s sort of pretentious in that it doesn’t answer a lot of questions. I like movies that do that, as they make you think. But this left a little too many questions unanswered, such as: who was the woman leading the cult? Who was she really? And who was the lady involved in sort of telling us that answer, but then not telling us? And so on.



The movie is about a guy whose mother died when he was a kid because she was in a cult and refused to use conventional medicine to treat her illness.  Currently, he is a teacher, but in his spare time, he and his girlfriend have infiltrated a cult run by a woman (Brit Marling, who was also excellent in “Another Earth”–read my review) who claims that she has come to earth from 50 years into the future.  He sees her as a con artist and wears hidden cameras to record her for a documentary he’s making exposing cults.  But a dumb con woman she is not, and she plays a lot of mind games with him.



To give away much more would be to give away more of the movie. And for all of the excessive questions with which it leaves us hanging, the movie perfectly portrays cults and the people who get sucked into them. There is at least one disgusting scene involving eating bugs. But other than that, I liked it enough to give it . . .



TWO-AND-A-HALF REAGANS



* “Mansome“: This is yet another BS, waste-of-time “documentary” by McDonald’s-hating, anti-Israel, Islamo-pandering, far-left HAMASCAIR honoree Morgan Spurlock. I wrote about my own experience with Spurlock and his production team–and how they lie and fabricate to suit their agenda–in a Wall Street Journal column a few years ago. In this movie, he shows himself instructing his young son to play “Occupy Lego Street” with his Lego set. Barf.



And, per usual, with his boring movies, it’s all about him, him, him, him. “Me, me, me, me, look at me shave off my tacky porno-star-wanna-be mustache, look at me look like the stupid dope I really am underneath it.” And as with his silly documentaries, there’s no message to be had, no original insights. Just a boring waste of time. The only interest I had in it was when I saw a scene in which there’s a glimpse of what appears to be my first cousin, David Schlussel, in his mustache. Cousin David’s Twitter response regarding whether that’s him is a somewhat cryptic confirmation, so it probably is him.



The movie is supposed to be about men and grooming, but it’s really just a non-stop bore of expounding upon topics none of us care about without any sharp comments.  The only good commentary is from Adam Carolla, whose spots are rather limited in this movie.  And as far as men and beauty products go, much better, more pointed and entertaining commentary about that has appeared on this site via my many “Men-The New Women Alerts” and “Girlie Man Nation” posts. The thing is, I correctly don’t approve of this stuff. That girlie-man, faux-hipster leftist, Spurlock, thinks it’s sooo cool that men have evolved into prancing, moisturizing women.



Interspersed with each scene is more “me, me, me” with Jason Bateman and Will Arnett, who produced this movie (along with Ben Silverman, brother of Hillary Clinton’s Presidential campaign speechwriter). They have nothing interesting or new to say and should have probably just shut the bleep up and put on their bra and panties–two items that clearly befit them. They, too, approve of this men-preening-like-women BS.



About the only information I got from this movie was TMI. A man who grows his beard long for a living calls himself an athlete and refers to himself as a “beardsman.” He enters contests representing: “Team Beard USA.” Like I said, TMI. Let me guess: this guy doesn’t have a lot of dating experience with the opposite sex.



Skip this, unless your money grows on trees, you don’t mind giving it to a complete Marxist moviemaker who loves Islam and hates McDonald’s and Israel, and you have 1.5 hours of your life you want to kiss good-bye forever.



FOUR MARXES PLUS A BIN LADEN PLUS FOUR BETTY FRIEDANS



* “Bully“: Bullying isn’t anything new. It’s been going on since the world began and the snake bullied Eve who bullied Adam into eating the apple. The only difference is that, in modern day America, there is online bullying through Facebook, and there are far too many womb and sperm donors who refuse to parent and discipline their kids, teaching them how to behave. Those vicious, misbehaved kids then go to school, where they take it out on other kids–innocent kids, some of whom might have illnesses, physical weaknesses, nerd personalities, or other vulnerabilities.



I was bullied plenty of times, and I remember it vividly. After I skipped the third grade, I was repeatedly bullied in middle school by jealous female classmates in my new grade, who weren’t as smart or successful in academics as I was. In the fifth grade, my classmates destroyed my art class paper mache projects because I was more artistically talented than they were, and my project elicited the teacher’s praise to the class. When I was chosen for my school’s “Gifted and Talented” program, all of the kids in class attacked me again, and their parents whined, so that my entire class–many of whom were dummies–were now all in the Gifted and Talented program. And then there was that rabbi’s son, Harry Nelson, son of a far-left, Islamo-pandering


Conservative rabbi (Rabbi David Nelson, a close friend of Iran/Hezbollah-backed, anti-Semitic imam Hassan Qazwini), who bullied me (and he also cheated on the SATs, ran a bookie operation from his locker, and stole copies of tests).  (He is now a lawyer.)



But I’ve always been a strong, tough kid who wouldn’t let any of that stuff get to me, and it only made me tougher. Most kids aren’t that strong, though. And my parents always instructed me to ignore these kids because life would get better, and many of these people would grow up to be losers. And it did, as soon as I left to public school, where I was very popular. Many of these kids don’t have both parents, and even if they do, both parents are working and not involved enough in their kids’ lives to see what is going on.



Today, I’m constantly bullied by losers and dummies on the left AND the right, including mentally unstable, jealous Commentary Magazine Editor-in-Chief John Podhoretz, who sent me at least six unsolicited, nutjob-esque tweets on Twitter in less than 24 hours a few days ago. (I felt like I was in the First Grade and he had a thing for me. And I wondered how this crazy man knows so much about drugs for psychos, probably because he’s been frequently prescribed, but forgot to take his.) But I laugh at these fools.



Sadly, today, there is violence against and online embarrassment against these kids that sometimes claims their lives (either from the violence, or because they committed suicide being unable to handle it). I feel for these kids and their parents. I also feel for them because the parents of the bad kids raise their kids to behave this way and refuse to do anything about it. And that’s where the schools come in. We expect schools to raise these kids and make up for bad parenting, and that’s too high of an expectation–an expectation repeatedly raised in this movie.



On the other hand, there are school administrators, like the dopey chick principal and assistant principal in “Bully,” who are absolute morons. They are at fault when, as is shown in the movie, they refuse to get involved and treat kids who are victims of the worst violent attacks by other students as though they are at fault. The idiotette principal in this movie not only blames kids who are the unwarranted victims, but she makes them shake hands with their attackers and pretends nothing has happened. (This is the just a smaller-scale version of the liberal psychobabble Israel and victims of Islam are treated to on a historic basis–that aggressor and victim are morally equivalent.) It’s tragic, and one of these days someone will sue her and have plenty of ammunition in this movie’s footage. Yes, a documentary can be one-sided, but not that one-sided. She gave them the rope.



You cannot help but feel pain for the kids who are bullied in this movie and their parents–some of whose kids have committed suicide as a result. The most sympathetic of these kids is Alex Libby, who was born many weeks premature. However, he often seems to be bullied by his parents and especially his little sister. And I object to the portrayal of bullying as a problem that happens only in America’s South and the outskirts of Middle America. Bullying happens in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Miami, too. But they don’t show any bullying situations in this documentary. It’s unfair–and just plain liberal fiction–to portray bullying as an epidemic of Red State America, when we know it’s an even bigger problem in Blue State America and its inner cities.



I also object to the anti-bullying laws that this movie has been used to advocate and pass in many states because many of those laws will only be used to attack the free speech rights of those on the right, those who speak of the Islamic threat to America, etc. That’s already been the case.



Still this movie should probably be seen by all school-aged kids and their parents. Maybe somewhere, somehow, it will spur empathy for some of these kids who are attacked by those who are the bullies and those who raise them. Sadly, the bad kids like the ones in this movie will not change. That’s how they were raised, and it’s sad that this movie expects schools to make a dent in what poor parenting has forged in stone.



HALF A REAGAN





Monday, November 28, 2011

Thanksgiving Box Office: Hugo, The Muppets, Arthur Christmas, Melancholia

Here is an interesting article from http://www.debbieschlussel.com/  reviewing some of the movies that came out over the past weekend. This follows this post some of the movies from last week and  THIS POST about some movies that have been released over the past few years that you might have missed!  This all  follows this post about guidelines to chosing good movies to watch yourself!





Thanksgiving Box Office: Hugo, The Muppets, Arthur Christmas, Melancholia

By Debbie Schlussel



Finally, some great movies at the box office. Three great movies and only one stinker. It figures that the “adult” movie by a Hitler-supporting Jew-hater is the only bomb in the bunch.




* “Hugo“: Finally a 3D movie that should be in 3D. Martin Scorsese directed this visually stunning and terrific story. You’ll love this, and it’s great for families. Kids will love it, but so will adults, as I did.  But you’ll  have to disregard that two of the co-stars are Sacha Baron Cohen and the actively anti-Israel, pro-Palestinian Ben Kingsley.



Set in 1930s Paris, Hugo is a young orphan who fixes the clocks at a train station. Unbeknownst to everyone, he lives alone in a hidden apartment inside the station’s clock tower. He and his father used to fix clocks, but his father was killed in a fire. Hugo and his father were trying to fix a mechanical robot, and Hugo continues to fix it, using parts he steals from the train station toy shop of an old man (Kingsley). Soon, though, he gets caught by the man and is forced to fix toys at the store, while he tries to get back his notebook about how to fix the mechanical robot, which the shopkeeper takes from him. But he meets the man’s granddaughter (Chloe Grace Moretz), and she and Hugo become fast friends, sneaking into movies and poring over books at a the train station’s used bookstore because of their shared love of reading classic books.





Hugo and the granddaughter try to figure out what the old man shopkeeper’s connection is to the mechanical toy robot and they soon make an incredible discovery about who this man, the grandfather, is and why he’s so sad.



A tremendous movie that moves slowly at first but is full of charm and magic. The style, color, sets, costumes, and everything else is simply terrific. The special effects and the colorful characters that populate the train station are rich, as is the story.



FOUR REAGANS



* “The Muppets“: I thought I’d hate this movie because 1) I never liked “The Muppet Show” as a kid, and 2) it’s written by and stars  Jason Segel, who is most well known for displaying his penis in multiple scenes on the big screen in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” (read my review).  But I was wrong. This movie is terrific, aside from a bad left-wing message against businessmen and oil drillers. It’s very funny, entertaining, and will be enjoyed by kids and adults. In fact, many of the jokes, which make fun of the ’80s, might be a little over kids’ heads. But they will love it. Great for families. And very cute. It is typical Hollywood anti-business, anti-”big oil” stuff, though, as the villain is an evil, rich businessman who wants to drill for oil on Muppets land. So, you have to explain to your kids to ignore that message. It’s sad you have to do that with a kids’ movie. The late Jim Henson, as far as I remember, did not have political messages in his Muppets movies. The movie also has several musical numbers.



Gary (Jason Segel) has a brother, Walter, who looks like a Muppet and never gets older and more mature, unlike the adult Gary, who has grown up. Walter desperately wants to fit in but is constantly made fun of. Soon, he discovers re-runs of the ’80s series, “The Muppet Show,” and loves it, feeling he can identify with the Muppets. Gary has been dating a teacher, Mary (the talented Amy Adams, who has a great singing voice), for ten years, and she wants to get married, but she is upset that Gary takes Walter everywhere. Gary and Mary take Walter on their trip to Los Angeles, where they tour the old, decrepit Muppets studio. While there, Walter overhears the two Muppet lawyers negotiating to sell the Muppets studio to an evil businessman (Chris Cooper) who pretends he will update the Muppets’ land for more tours. But he really wants to tear it down so he can drill for oil. Walter and Gary try to find Kermit through maps of the stars’ homes and plot to take back the Muppets studios with a telethon.



You’ll see all the old Muppets in this movie, a few new ones, and plenty of celebrity cameos, including (sadly) James Carville (why?). The movie has several musical numbers and is overall a great movie, sadly enmeshed with the left-wing messages I note above. Without that, it would have been a FOUR REAGAN movie.



THREE REAGANS




* “Arthur Christmas“: I very much enjoyed this cute, animated movie for kids. I could have done without the cheesy Justin Bieber music video at the beginning, though.



Arthur Christmas is the clumsy, misfit younger brother in Santa Claus’ family. His father is Santa, and his big brother is the high-tech guru who runs computerized operations at the North Pole,where every delivery of Christmas gifts is planned, timed to the second, and coordinated using the latest in technology and intelligence. But a Christmas present of one girl gets misplaced in the computerized commotion. While Santa is willing to forget about it because it’s too late to deliver the gift–and he’s tired–Arthur and his grandfather, Grandsanta (who is upset he’s been involuntary retired) set off into the night to deliver the gift, using an old-fashioned sleigh, rather than the high-tech spaceship sleigh Santa now uses. What could go wrong?



Charming, cute, fast-paced, and great for kids.



THREE REAGANS




* “Melancholia“: This extremely boring, way too long, uber-pretentious piece of crap was directed by Hitler fan, and Jew-hating, anti-Israel fanatic Lars Von Trier.  It figures that a Nazi would make something beautifully and neatly shot with nothing else to offer.  There is barely a story and definitely no plot.  It’s stupid.  And I couldn’t wait for it to be over.  I also struggled to stay awake.  Starring the always dull, highly overrated pothead Kirsten Dunst, the movie begins with Dunst as a new bride in the limo on the way to her disastrous wedding reception at her sister and wealthy brother-in-law’s (Kiefer Sutherland) countryside mansion estate. They are two hours late, and when they get there, the depressed Dunst is constantly sullen and frequently disappears from the event. She finally realizes she doesn’t want to be married to the guy she just married and has random sex on the lawn with some guy from the reception. Then, the earth is about to be destroyed because a planet, Melancholia, is coming closer and closer to colliding with the earth. I’m not sure what else happens other than Dunst pouting and yelling at others, horses roaming, Dunst posing nude, and people shown sitting and looking.



A complete waste of time by a Nazi. Yay. You’ll be beyond melancholy that you wasted at least ten bucks and more than two hours on this high brow crap. Complete garbage.



FOUR MARXES PLUS