It's that time again for TGITDNMAR, which (obviously) stands for Thank God It's The Day New Movies Are Released.
Saw Night at the Museum 2 last night. No, I can't believe it, either. What can I say? We were desperate for popcorn and the company of strangers that we don't have to sit next to. The popcorn was good.
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
You know, despite my hatred of Jerry Bruckheimer and Michael Bay, I was all set to repeat my actions from two years ago and blow some money on this loud, mind-numbing action flick. Maybe the action would be more coherent. Maybe John Turturro and Jon Voight would have larger or smaller roles, making the film more/less enjoyable (depending on whether you were annoyed by them, entertained by them, or both). Maybe Megan Fox would do a striptease for no good reason. All this was reason enough to check it out.
But no. Apparently, it's not only gawdawful, but it's 147 damn minutes long. I can wait for HBO.
Fletch's Chance of Viewing (in the theater): 7%
My Sister's Keeper
Counterprogramming alert!!!
Don't want to see the testosterone-fueled flick where everything gets blown up and dies quickly? Well, how about a chick flick (with kids) where people die slowly and painfully.
Reminds me very much of this part (specifically, the popcorn part) of Eddie Izzard's tremendous Dressed to Kill comedy special from some years back:
Fletch's Chance of Viewing: 0%
Time to hit the DVR for movies to watch this weekend...
P.S. - Oh, by the way: I accidentally overwrote this week's TGITDNMAR over last week's, so the first few comments won't make a lick of sense...oh well.
And then...
Saw Night at the Museum 2 last night. No, I can't believe it, either. What can I say? We were desperate for popcorn and the company of strangers that we don't have to sit next to. The popcorn was good.
Transformers: Revenge of the FallenYou know, despite my hatred of Jerry Bruckheimer and Michael Bay, I was all set to repeat my actions from two years ago and blow some money on this loud, mind-numbing action flick. Maybe the action would be more coherent. Maybe John Turturro and Jon Voight would have larger or smaller roles, making the film more/less enjoyable (depending on whether you were annoyed by them, entertained by them, or both). Maybe Megan Fox would do a striptease for no good reason. All this was reason enough to check it out.
But no. Apparently, it's not only gawdawful, but it's 147 damn minutes long. I can wait for HBO.
Fletch's Chance of Viewing (in the theater): 7%
My Sister's KeeperCounterprogramming alert!!!
Don't want to see the testosterone-fueled flick where everything gets blown up and dies quickly? Well, how about a chick flick (with kids) where people die slowly and painfully.
Reminds me very much of this part (specifically, the popcorn part) of Eddie Izzard's tremendous Dressed to Kill comedy special from some years back:
Fletch's Chance of Viewing: 0%
Time to hit the DVR for movies to watch this weekend...
P.S. - Oh, by the way: I accidentally overwrote this week's TGITDNMAR over last week's, so the first few comments won't make a lick of sense...oh well.
