It’s Christmas Eve. Also known as day 359 of the year 2012. I’m hanging with the family here at my sister’s place, waiting for the big beardy fella to stop by with all sorts of goodies for my two nieces. There is one tiny drawback to this, which is that it’s harder to get some time to myself to watch a movie, so I waited until everyone else had gone to bed and then I watched this. It’s not Christmassy. I don’t care. Merry Christmas, happy holidays, praise His Noodley Appendage… Whatever you’re into.
Sometimes I am really concerned about the level of intelligence that the makers of films for children assume of their audience.
From Easy Rider to this?
Two wolves from a pack living in Jasper National Park, Canada are captured and taken to Idaho to repopulate a park there. Kate is an alpha, destined to become the leader of the Jasper pack, while Humphrey is an omega. Think princess and stable-boy. Anyway, Kate and Humphrey decide to make their way back to Jasper to rejoin their pack and halt a brewing invasion from a rival pack. Will they fall in love on the way? Does anyone care? Did this really have to be Dennis Hopper’s last movie?
I don’t enjoy being mean about the films I watch. Okay, sometimes I do, but occasionally I feel like I’m shooting fish in a barrel. Tranquilised fish, in a really shallow and well-stocked barrel. With a rocket launcher.
This is not a good film. The animation is of a standard that would disappoint me in a Saturday morning cartoon. The story is trite and predictable with nothing new to say about class struggles or forbidden love. The actors – including Hayden Panettiere as Kate and Justin Long as Humphrey – don’t seem to be enjoying themselves, with the possible exception of Larry Miller as a French-Canadian, golf-playing goose named Marcel (yes, really). Danny Glover and Dennis Hopper both just sound bored as the rival pack leaders, Winston and Tony.
If you have any five-year-olds at a loose end, then they might find something to keep them entertained here, but I wouldn’t recommend it for much else.
I might have to retire the WTF Sunday strand after today’s film. It’s going to be very difficult to top this one for sheer, eye-popping insanity.
Without Joss Whedon and his chums at Marvel, Disney would be hurting pretty bad in the bank accounts this year, thanks to the unexpected failure of today’s film. Is it as bad as their massive financial loss might have you believe? I say nay. It could have been better though.
There has been a bit of an upswing in quality in the last few years when it comes to science fiction movies. Today’s film from 2011 had the potential to be among the best. Did it fulfil that potential?
Day 244. That means that it is once again Arbitrary Landmark Day! I am now precisely two thirds of the way through the year. With eight months gone, I only have to wait four more and then I can get some sleep. But in the mean time, join me as we explore a world rarely seen on the big screen. The world of garden gnomes singing Elton John songs…
After Ernest Borgnine sadly passed away earlier this month, I realised that there were very few of his movies I had actually seen. Trying to remedy that sorry situation, I immediately added today’s picture to my Lovefilm rental list. Tomorrow I’ll have another one for you.
There have been quite a few films in recent years that sneak themselves in as one genre when they are actually best described as something else. When done successfully, they end up going beyond the notion of established genre and stand on their own as a whole new thing. Today I bring you a sweet love story, hiding inside a road movie, all bundled up as an alien invasion flick. Something for everybody?
As it turns out, I did get to see a documentary today. So this is Day 175 as well.
I realised the other day that I haven’t watched too many musicals this year. Musicals used to be the pinnacle; the jewel in the Hollywood crown. Arthur Freed, Busby Berkeley, Gene Kelly, these names were spoken of with the same reverence reserved now for your Steven Spielbergs and Christopher Nolans. And when was this Golden Age of the musicals? The thirties, forties and fifties. Times of depression, war, massive upheaval. But inside a musical the world is better. People fall in love, they dance, they can’t help but sing their troubles away. When the real world is turning to shit, that’s when we need the escapism that musicals can provide. There have been sporadic bursts of life from this oft-maligned genre since then of course, but if you hold up a studio balance sheet next to a history book, guess what you see? And where are we these days? Wars, recessions, massive upheaval… So I figured I’d watch a musical today.