When I first saw the trailer for this film, I couldn’t wait to see it.I adore Sandra Bullock.I’m really not sure I could not like a movie she’s in, but I had especially high hopes for this movie because it just looked funny!I stifled laughter watching the trailer…and two words…Bradley.Cooper.Oh, my goodness!!!
However, my initial excitement about a movie is often tainted by the opinions of people who get to see it—and review it—before me.I’m pretty careful about not reading detailed reviews before I form an opinion, but sometimes I can’t avoidwhat’s said about a newly released movie.The opinions of All About Steve that I couldn’t avoid, weren’t good.I was a little disenchanted, but I still wanted to see it.So I did.
Labor Day weekend.I can’t even tell you what a weekend it was.Hectic, fun-filled and overwhelming (yes, there is such a thing as too much fun).So, on Monday afternoon, when my daughters begged me to take them to the mall, I saw my escape route.With a cineplex attached to the mall, I let my teenagers shop to their heart’s content, while I snuck into a darkened theater and spent some much needed time alone.
I don’t know at what point I started going to movies alone, but as much as I enjoy sharing my movie going experiences, I have to admit, sometimes going to a movie all by myself is exactly what I need.An escape, entertainment, and not having to worry about anyone else disapproving of my choice.Love it.
I wish I’d known Mary Horowitz (Bullock) was a Crossword Puzzle Creator before I decided to see this movie.I was looking for a lighthearted comedy, but this one thing brought the movie too close to home…too close to my tender emotions.My grandmother was an avid crossword puzzle solver.We are convinced that doing these daily puzzles are what kept her lucid all the way up until the day she died at 80 years old.Hearing Mary talk about her passion for words and puzzles made my heart ache for the grandmother I’d just recently lost.I’m convinced that my own love of words is a genetic gift from the same grandmother.
Her love of crossword puzzles was the only characteristic my grandmother shared with Mary Horowitz.The latter was rather annoying…though, it was still Sandra Bullock, so I had to love her anyway.
When Mary is set up on a blind date (hmmm….my grandmother did meet my grandfather on a blind date) with Steve, she falls head over heels for him.The attraction is one-sided and Mary takes Steve’s blow-off—“wish you could be there, but gotta go”—to heart and follows him on his business trip (he films a newscaster), leading Steve to fear this unstable stalker who can’t seem to take a hint.
The good news is that this movie is extremely silly and juvenile, so you can take your 12 yr. old daughter without fear of offense.The bad news is that this movie is extremely silly and juvenile and doesn’t have a whole lot of substance to engage the minds of us adults who choose to see it.It’s definitely not one of those make ya think movies.It’s just simple fun.If you’re in the mood for that kinda thing…perfect!If not, I’m sure it will disappoint.
I can’t complain.Sandra Bullock, crossword puzzles and simple fun…I enjoyed it enough.But, I’ll admit, it’s nothing that can’t wait ‘til it comes out on DVD…unless, you, too, can’t wait to see Bradley Cooper.
Bottom Line:All About Steve is all about silly and juvenile fun…nothing about a serious and mature relationship.
See trailer here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZfcV0MaHvE
“You’re my best friend.I’ve loved you my whole life.”
Sometime a movie is more than just entertainment.Occasionally the lives portrayed on screen help me to deal with—or avoid—my own.Such was the case today.My grandmother passed away yesterday.I believe she had a long and fulfilling life (80 years old, married for 62 years, four children, ten grandchildren and 27 great grandchildren) but that doesn’t make her passing any more appreciated.I miss knowing she’s only a phone call away and I worry about my mother not having hers in her life anymore.
I didn’t want to stay home today, but I didn’t really want to do anything either.Melancholy.I just wanted to sit.But, what better place to sit than in front of a big screen?So, I asked my oldest daughter if she wanted to go see the movie we’d been talking about since it came out a couple of weeks ago and she was in. Yay!
The Time Traveler’s Wife was first a book by Audrey Niffenegger, which I read a few years ago.On the way to the theater I was thinking about the book and how the relationship between the two main characters spanned several decades.I started to think about the decades my grandparents spent together; six of them.I can only imagine what they experienced alongside each other.I couldn’t remember if I’d ever heard the story of how they met, so I started to pick up my phone thinking I’d just call my grandmother and ask her to share the story…then I remembered I couldn’t call her.Ever again.I drove to the theater with tears in my eyes and a sob catching in my throat.Heartache.
I tried to think about the book and predict how the movie might measure up.Unfortunately, I really couldn’t remember it.Trying to discuss it with me, my daughter reminded me of some of the more pertinent parts when she read it a few weeks ago.The good thing about not being able to remember anything more than the plot of the book is that I couldn’t compare the movie to it negatively.The bad thing, I couldn’t rely on my memory to fill in the movie’s holes.
Henry (Eric Bana) is a time traveler married to Clare.He travels back in time and meets Clare as a child, so she knows him before they even meet in the present, though he has no recollection of their meeting as it doesn’t happen until his future.Confused?!
Unlike the book (which only confused me in the beginning) the movie confused me from beginning to end.I know I was trying too hard to understand the art of time travel, but I just couldn’t let it go.I’m still bothered by the fact that Henry was able to be in two places at once—seeing himself interacting with loved ones in the past—some times, but not in others; seemed so inconsistent.Bothersome.
I tried to focus on the romance between the two, but it seemed less like the unfolding of a romance and more like a love that was put in place.Clare claims to have fallen in love with Henry as a child, but they don’t really show how that happened.How does a six or eight year old girl fall in love with a fortysomething man who shows up naked and talks to her for about five minutes before he disappears again?Sounds more like a police report than a love story, doesn’t it?
Although, I didn’t understand why Clare loved Henry, the fact that she did was evident.Rachel McAdams seems to play romantic parts easily.Her eyes and facial expressions seem to convey exactly what her character is supposed to be feeling.Who needs dialogue when you have Rachel McAdams?And, while I’m not a huge fan of Eric Bana, he made me believe Henry’s love for Clare, as well.
The challenge their love faces seems to surround Henry’s time travel; not knowing when Henry will be home, Clare’s loneliness when he’s not and how to start a family when a child may share the same genetic disorder that makes its father disappear unwillingly.These challenges are accepted, if not overcome.
If you’re able to keep from being distracted by the specifics of time travel, it really is a wonderful love story.Completely unrealistic says my cynical self; totally romantic says my idealistic side.It’s the latter that made me love this movie in spite of its flaws; but I suppose that’s what true—and unconditional—love is; knowing that the positive far outweighs the negative and loving someone despite his/her shortcomings.
My grandmother loved my grandfather much like Clare loved Henry. We should all be so lucky.
There are no more words.
Bottom Line:The Time Traveler’s Wife is slightly flawed, but loved in spite of it.
“The word is getting out that maybe we’ll have a few more guests than we thought.”
I was a year old during Woodstock and I don’t know anyone who was there.Before seeing Taking Woodstock, I really didn’t know much more about it than the fact that it was some huge hippie music festival with some of the greatest musical artists ever performing.Much of the crowd got naked, did drugs and promoted peace and love.Even though this movie proved that the nudity, drugs, peace and love I’d heard about wasn’t just rumor, obviously, my Woodstock education was somewhat limited.
Woodstock is hailed as one of the most pivotal moments in music history. Three Days of Peace and Music.What was supposed to be a 3 day festival with about 100,000 people paying $8 (less than most people will pay for a ticket to see this movie) each to be there, became a 3 day piece of history with almost half a million people in attendance; the majority with no ticket and no money.
It’s hard for me to fathom that many people coming together and there not being some sort of riot, but the festival truly was one of love, peace and music.People were happy to come together, share whatever they had to share, communicate and just listen to the music that defined the times.
I expected Taking Woodstock to give me the next best thing to being there feeling.I thought it was going to be a factual comedy about the festival.Lighthearted and happy, yes; but with issues laced throughout, this is no comedy (though, the audience tried to make it more comedic than it was by forcing laughter).It was more about how Woodstock came to be and what was going on just outside the perimeter than it was about Woodstock itself.I expected to hear some great music, if only in the background.I only heard one Janis Joplin song.How can you have a movie based on Woodstock without the music of Woodstock?
Taking Woodstock followed Elliot Teichberg as he brought the festival to his rural community in New York in hopes of getting out of the debt he’d created trying to save his overbearing parents’ run-down motel/resort.Elliot had visions that this venture would enable him to leave the family business to follow his own dreams.Woodstock becomes bigger than he ever could have imagined and Elliot becomes one of the most hated men in the community—second only to Max Yasgur, who’s farm was used for the event—as more and more hippie folk show up to experience the promised peace and music.
Michael Lang was one of the "very cool" hippies that met with Elliot to bring Woodstock to him.I loved him the minute he climbed out of a helicopter with his long curly locks, jeans (was he even wearing shoes?), vest and man purse.Portrayed (by Jonathan Groff) as a laid-back and soft-spoken kinda guy, he was absolutely charming.Mamie Gummer (daughter of Meryl Streep) played his equally charming partner (friend, girlfriend???).The duo made me wish for a time machine to take me away from the intensity of today and be transported back to a simpler time.I find it funny that the community so abhors the hippies who seem to be the most gentle, relaxed and happy people one would ever come across.I wish people like that would come to my urban community…and stay!
Contradicting the former was Emile Hirsch who played Billy, a recently returned Vietnam Vet suffering from post trauma and proving that the times really weren’t that simple at all.While flashbacks of war plagued Billy, the festival allowed him to reminisce of simpler times and enjoy the youth that war had stolen.
Liev Schreiber is awesome as the manly man—minus the makeup, hair and dress—cross-dresser named Vilma who shows up and offers to help with security. A manly man cross-dresser, yes, I know that's a contradiction of terms. You'll just have to see for yourself. I thought the movie would take a more comedic turn with his arrival, but he had as much substance as he had muscle.His presence creates a sort of coming of age film.As Elliot wrestles with his own sexuality (or at least admitting it to his parents) he finds comfort in the confidence Vilma has to be exactly who he—or she—is.Schreiber in a dress was so worth the price of admission…if I’d paid the price of admission.
Even though it didn’t meet my expectations, I liked Taking Woodstock for what it was.I loved seeing the clothes, the furniture and the cars I remember from my childhood and a side of the festival I’d never heard about. I wish I’d been there.More than any other event in history, I think this is the one I would like to have experienced firsthand.
Fortunately, though the movie wasn't the next best thing to being there, it did allow me to feel the spirit that made Woodstock what it was. A spirit we should all embrace. Peace, Man.
Bottom Line:Taking Woodstock is Peace, Love and Music.The spirit of the festival is evident…even without hallucinogenic drugs.
“Sometimes wishing does make it so, but be sure you’re wishing for something worth wishing for.”
Well, you can certainly tell that school’s back in session for the majority of my children.When I waved my eight free passes in front of them this past Tuesday and asked who wanted to go see Shorts with me. I was quickly shot down.“Too much homework.”“Too tired.”“Have to study for biology test.”“I just really don’t want to see that.”Whatever!Fortunately, when my youngest son found out a family friend of ours—and a favorite of his—would be there, he was thrilled to be my date for the evening.
I was thrilled to get to see Ducky on the big screen.For those that weren’t lucky enough to spend their adolescence in the 80’s, Ducky was the name of a character played by Jon Cryer in one of the greatest 80’s movies of all time, Pretty in Pink (I would’ve chosen Ducky!).You may also know him as Alan on Three and a Half Men, but it’s the former character that made me a forever fan.Imagine my surprise when James Spader (also part of the Pretty in Pink cast) showed up in the movie as well.Practically a reunion!
Shorts tells the story (in bits and pieces, in no particular order) of a group of kids who find a magic rainbow rock that fulfills their every wish.Of course, it can’t be as easy as it sounds.Be careful what you wish for, ‘cause you just might get it rings true where this movie is concerned.The magic rock interprets—and grants—the kids’ wishes…literally.
Toe Thompson (well done by Jimmy Bennett) narrates the story and while you might think he’s the first one to find the rock, don’t give yourself a headache trying to figure out if that’s a fact.The movie backtracks and fast forwards from one scene to another until it reaches its chaotic end and you don’t know who’s to blame.
Jolie Vanier plays Helvetica Black.Who, along with her brother, Cole (Devon Gearhart) are Toe’s worst enemies.They just happen to be the children of James Spader’s character who just happens to be boss to Toe’s parents (Cryer and Leslie Mann).Toe’s sister, Stacy (Kat Dennings) tutors Toe’s former friend and germaphobe, Nose.William H. Macy does an excellent job as Nose’s even more germaphobic father.Ya gotta give Macy credit for not letting success go to his head thinking this cute little family film beneath him. Three boys (Lug, Laser and Loogie) and a baby round out the character list and make for an amusing little tale.
It’s silly, it’s ridiculous, it’s predictable, but it’s also fun. Full of bodily function humor and slapstick comedy, I think it would be most enjoyed by those in the 4-9 yr. old range.The five year old sitting beside me thought it was hilarious and my own son has never been more impressed by a scene than the one in which a man turns into a hotdog and rolls down the street.
It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s enjoyable.Whether at the theater or on DVD, I think it’s worth a watch…with the right company.
“I asked the VP if she was pregnant.No.She was just fat.”
Monday night was Girls’ Night Out…of the PG-13 variety.Free movie passes for my five daughters (ages 21, 17, 17, 15 and 13) and I to see Post Grad.Yay!!I was so excited to hang with my favorite girls and as is always the case with these free movies, standing in line and getting an early seat offers time to catch up.And laugh.
Once again cell phones were an issue.I good humouredly tried to argue with the security people…to no avail.I actually learned far more than I wanted to from the head of this evening’s security—who I’m 99.9% sure was female—about why cell phones are suddenly so strictly banned.Her lecture suggested the cell phone recordings of movies are the sole cause of production companies losing millions of dollars, which means actors aren’t paid as well and their bitter complaints force the blame to be placed on the security people for allowing cell phones in theaters in the first place…and they lose their jobs. Seriously?This is why I can’t take my security blanket in the theater?? I’m thinking a lawsuit against Brad Pitt for wrongful condemnation would be a better option than goin’ all cell phone-Nazi and might make getting fired worth it.I want to offer this valuable piece of advice, but she won’t stop talking about cell phones and the downfall of the entertainment industry. She finally finished her monologue by waving her metal detecting paddle in front of her, saying, “So, if you’re bad, I’ll just have to spank you with my paddle.”Whaaaaattttt?????Let the giggling begin!
The previews for Post Grad looked so good to me.We couldn’t wait to see it.At least one of my daughters and I are huge Gilmore Girls fans and we all loved Alexis Bledel in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, so we just knew we’d love her in this movie, too.
Alexis Bledel plays Ryden (love the name) Malby, a recent college graduate who thinks the world is at her fingertips…until she’s passed over for her dream job.She moves back home with her parents (Micheal Keaton and Jane Lynch), little brother (Bobby Coleman—good job!) and grandmother (“Is that Miss Hannigan??” Carol Burnett) and searches for direction.
Friday Night Light’s Zach Gilford plays the all-suffering love interest while Rodrigo Santoro (kept picturing him in his underwear while I tried to figure out what I’d seen him in before; had to look him up when I got home to be reminded of his role in Love, Actually) played the crush next door.Both are exceptionally cute but neither was especially memorable.I’m not opposed to the predictable rom-com.Heck, I’m sometimes comforted by it…unless it’s boring.I wouldn’t say I was bored out of my mind, but I wasn’t well-entertained, either.
Maybe my expectations were too high, but I thought it fell horribly flat and I’m not sure I offered more than a compulsory giggle during the entire movie.Even Jane Lynch couldn’t redeem it.I’m disappointed that I’m disappointed in Jane Lynch! I thought she could do no wrong.I thought she was a scene stealer.I thought she could read the driver’s manual and make me laugh.I kept waiting.It didn’t happen.And, oh dear, how far has Michael Keaton fallen from Batman to this?
As far as my 21 yr. old is concerned, all movie flaws were forgiven when Miss Hannigan showed up onscreen.I kept expecting her to get drunk and call her grandchildren ungrateful little brats, but it was nice to see her again.How long has it been?Points for sentimentality.
Nostalgia and good time with the girls aside, I was definitely disappointed in Post Grad and I want to know who to blame.The screenwriter?The director?The acting?
Maybe this is security’s fault, too?
Bottom Line:Post Grad does not graduate with honors.
Alien movies aren’t usually my favorite, but I love free screenings and I’ll go see anything for free.To be honest, I’d probably go see anything even if I’m paying.I knew very little about this particular movie I’d scored free passes for this past Thursday, but I’ll admit, I was intrigued; as was my date for the evening…my husband.
We left the house early, thinking it’d give us time to talk...sounded like a great idea, until I found out the A/C in my husband’s truck wasn’t working.85 degrees meant we’d have to drive with the windows down; to make sure we heard each other, there was very little talking and a whole lotta yelling.He shouted about his day, I screamed back about mine.Obviously, I’ll take conversation any way I can get it.
Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the theater’s A/C, so we were able to speak to each other in a normal tone while we stood in line.I never know what to expect with these free screenings.I’ve gotten to one less than 30 minutes prior and have gotten in just fine.I’ve been in line an hour early for others and wasn’t able to see the movie because the theater was full.The line for District 9 had already started.I got my phone out to text a friend who was supposed to join us to let her know she’d better hurry.Busted!!One of the suits standing in front of the entry way announced loudly, “There will be NO cell phones allowed in the theater.If you have a cell phone, please take it to your car or it will be confiscated.”
My husband looked at me. “You’re kidding?”
I shrugged.“They always say that.They don’t want anyone recording the movie.”
My husband laughed. “My piece of crap phone doesn’t even have video and I can prove it.”Off he went to speak to the suits.Back in two minutes, he asked for my phone.“I’m taking them out to the car.Guy’s a jerk.”I felt a little panicky handing over my cell phone.But…what if….an emergency…???My husband was already on the phone calling our oldest son to make sure he’d be available to the kids at home.Just in case.
The line started moving in to the theater before he got back.My purse was searched—if you call opening it so the suit can glance inside being searched—I wished I’d just stuck my phone at the bottom of m purse as I was being scanned with a metal detecting wand.They really do take these screenings seriously.I can’t imagine what someone did to encourage such policies.Who would rather watch a movie recorded on someone’s cell phone rather than go to the theater to see it?
Don’t get me wrong.I’ve been close enough to plenty of teenagers who sat there texting throughout amovie while their cell phone screen shined a very bright light in my face.I heard a cell phone ring Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train once during a death scene and I’ve heard people say hello and explain—three times, getting louder and louder each time—that they couldn’t talk because they were at the movies.It’s very annoying.But, when you’re a parent and your children are with a sitter—or, in our case, one child with special needs at home being supervised by an older sibling—that cell phone becomes a bit of a security blanket; one we don’t want to leave home without.
My husband finally made it into the theater, carrying our cokes and popcorn.We settled into our seats and made small talk with our theater neighbors…mostly about cell phones being confiscated.“I feel naked without my cell phone,” said one man.“I’d rather be naked than without my cell phone,” said another.We laughed…and hoped an emergency wouldn’t arise at home.
The movie starts.I immediately get a Cloverfield/Blair Witch Project vibe and I wasn’t sure I liked it.That shaky camera action tends to give me motion sickness.If I’d known I would’ve taken some Dramamine.
The story tells of an alien ship that is hovering over Johannesburg, South Africa for twenty years.The inhabitants of the ship have been living under the mothership for just as long in the slum-like shacks referred to as District 9.Wikus Van De Merwe has just been promoted and assigned the unpleasant task of serving eviction notices to the aliens as they are being moved to a different area where they will be living in tents…suggesting something of a concentration camp atmosphere.Wikus seems to be a lovely, if somewhat simple man, however, he isn’t the most compassionate of people as he goes door-to-door (followed by a camera man) serving the notices.
Twenty minutes into the movie, I wanted to leave.I started to feel like there was some sort of political agenda being served.I felt like the filmmakers were trying to compare these otherworldly aliens with the illegal immigrants who flee from their own countries to make their homes in another where they aren’t welcome.Personal opinion of such discrimination aside, how can you compare a human being to the walking cockroach/lobster-looking alien species?I felt manipulated.I’d had my fill of popcorn by then, I could take my diet coke with me.I was ready to go.But, I decided to wait it out.See what happens.
What happens, is poor Wikus oversteps some personal boundaries, puts his mitts where he shouldn’t and gets sprayed with some a foreign substance belonging to the aliens.His main concern is that this embarrassing little situation has been caught on tape and he will be humiliated if it’s shown.Little does he know…
Wikus was on top of the world with his recent promotion, but it’s just gone downhill from there.He’s embarrassed himself, he’s hurt his arm and he’s getting the flu.Probably not a good day for a surprise party to celebrate that promotion.Too bad!
Wikus’ biggest surprise comes when his wife takes him to the hospital and his wounded arm is unwrapped.It seems that the fluid Wikus was exposed to is slowly changing his DNA.Changing Wikus.He is half human, half alien.Wikus is horrified, but government officials are ecstatic.For twenty years they’ve been trying to figure out how to use the aliens’ awesome weaponry.Weapons that don’t work for anyone but the aliens…and now, Wikus Van De Merwe.Wikus is suddenly the most valuable man on earth. With little regard for this man’s life, they start planning how they can harvest his DNA in order to use the alien weapons for their own desires.Wikus is no more than a donor to them.They inform his family that he is dying.
Wikus escapes from those who mean him harm, but has nowhere to turn.After some exploitative National Enquirer-ish stories—with pictures—are shared, even his wife turns against him.There’s only one place to go.District 9.
Wikus’ presence is not well-received.The man who has unsympathetically tried to evict each and every one of the aliens is now asking for their help?It’s only human nature that they would be less than willing.But, they aren’t exactly human, are they?
The rest of the movie is somewhat formulaic, but very visually entertaining.The special effects team proved their abilities with some pretty gruesome fight scenes.And, I had to appreciate the lack of long, drawn out death scenes…BOOM you’re dead was about as dramatic as it got.
There were no recognizable actors in this movie.And, while that’s sometimes a recipe for disaster, in this case it really wasn’t.The actors did a great job and seemed very believable in their roles.As it came to an end, I wasn’t sure what to think.While I’m hesitant to admit the similarities of the aliens to situations that have affected humans (think Holocaust and Apartheid), I was forced to admit, it made me consider them…and the illegal immigrants that reside in my own country today.
The movie was just okay for me.Not great, but not bad, either.Interesting, to say the least.
My husband and shared our thoughts on the way to the car, but all conversation stopped as we reached for our cell phones and nervously checked for missed calls.“Three missed calls from home,” my husband worriedly announced.
My momagination kicked in. You know, it’s what happens to a mom when her teenage son is late getting home and she imagines him laying in a ditch somewhere, or when a mom sees three missed calls from home and thinks someone must’ve gotten hurt and they called us before the ambulance.What?Don’t tell me I’m the only one!
Anway, upon further investigation, there was also three text messages from our teen daughter asking if she could spend the night with her best friend…evidently that was the emergency.A phone call proved the latter correct and we headed home, windows down, shouting all the way.
Next time I’m driving.
Bottom Line: Alien, Cloverfield and The Fly had a baby.They named it District 9 and it suffered much discrimination.
It’s Back-to-School week and with yesterday being my last full day of summer vacay (I work for a school system), I decided to take my 12 yr. old son to see the movie we’d been trying to find time to see all weekend.G.I. Joe—surprising in so many ways.
First of all, who knew G.I. Joe isn’t just one man, but a highly trained special mission force comprised of many men?I didn’t!I thought Joe was a G.I. (whatever that is) and Channing Tatum was playing the part.Imagine my surprise when Channing was addressed as Duke and several men were called “Joes”.The confusion almost distracted me from the first ten minutes of the movie.
In my defense, I have only one frame of reference where G.I. Joe is concerned; the camouflage covered doll my brother owned in 1970something.At the time, I didn’t have a Ken doll, so I often bribed my brother to let me use Joe to play the part of Barbie’s husband.On a good day, my brother would give Joe a voice and even bend his body to fit into the Barbie loveseat to watch her plastic t.v.He would regale Barbie with tales of his workday (in our world, War was a 9 to 5 job) and listen to her tales of fame and fortune.He never complained about having to drive a Tonka Truck (my brother didn’t have any G.I. Joe inspired transportation) while Barbie got a pink Corvette and while Barbie changed her clothes every 15 minutes, Joe was happy in his camo coveralls and army boots.Barbie never even had to launder them.I loved G.I. Joe.
So, surprise…I find out that G.I. Joe isn’t a guy and Channing Tatum wasn’t playing his part. Tatum was a Joe wannabe who takes his place among them, fighting his way to and through the bad guys in search of stolen weapons. I was not surprised he did a great job as an action hero…just look at him.And I did…just look at him.
On the bad guys’ side is Ana, Duke’s former girlfriend who blames him (as much as he blames himself) for the death of her brother, which seems to be the reason she dyed her hair from blonde to black and went from good to bad. I thought Sienna Miller did a great job playing the villain, so different from anything I’d ever seen her in.A character named Storm Shadow (played Byung-hun Lee) is the other half of this evil duo.Storm Shadow has a personal history with one of the Joe wannabes.He and Snake Eyes spent time together as children; their rivalry is justifiable…but sad.
I loved the female characters in this movie.So often the women in an action flick are forced to portray the damsel in distress.Surprisingly, Sienna Miller and Rachel Nichols (Scarlet) were anything but. Both played strong women who didn’t need a man to save them.
I never read the comic book on which the movie was based, so I can’t say how true to character it was, but I enjoyed the characters, nonetheless.Another favorite was Ripcord, played by Marlon Wayans.I was so surprised to see this comedian show up on the screen to play the part of a crime-fighting hero.Gotta love the strong, funny and sensitive type.
Rounding out the cast were small but important parts for Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Dennis Quaid.Another surprise in the storyline stems from one of these two characters…didn’t see that comin’!
No, this isn’t a movie that will win any critical acclaim and unfortunately because comic book fans will all have an opinion on how the movie is done, it may not do well in the public arena, either.But, as far as I—and my 12 year old son—were concerned, it was a great movie.My son is still talking about it today, claiming it as one of his favorites.Of course, in a large family, any movie you’ve seen that your siblings haven’t is that much better. However, I do think catered to boys his age…and their mothers.Lots and lots of action, very little gore and bad language.I really did enjoy it.For some reason, that surprised me.
