The Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964) – Another Easter, another Gospel movie. And that’s it for Lent 2014.
Noah (2014) – Much, much better than I expected, but my expectations were very low. Warning: despite what we all learned from Les Misérables, Russell Crowe has been allowed to sing again. It is only for a brief, quiet moment, but that is more than he should ever be allowed.
The Goonies (1985) – I did not grow up on The Goonies, and therefore, I will never love it on the level that so many people of my age do. It was okay.
The World’s End (2013) – You’d really think that this trilogy would have a bad entry. Nope. I kept waiting for this to turn out to be a giant disappointment, but nope. The whole set is perfect, without any flaws. Thank you, Wright, Pegg, Frost, et al. Now get to work making me another trilogy.
Returner (リターナー, 2002) – I won’t say it’s the worst movie I’ve ever seen, far from it. Sure, the script was absolute garbage and the special effects were unforgivably bad, but the actors at least knew what movie they were in, with the possible exception of the Americans in the cast. The leads, though, they knew exactly how seriously to take this. I’d never watch it again, but I’m not angry I saw Returner.
Side Effects (2013) – Blah blah sexual intrigue. Jude Law is there but wears his clothes the whole time. Yeah, we’re definitely in the home stretch here… Made it longer than usual before not giving a damn.
Top Gun (1986) – And now I’ve seen that. There are no jokes to make here that haven’t been done to death over the last 28 years.
Duck Soup (1933) – It’s not a good sign when I have to search my own site to see if this is one of the Marx Brothers movies I’ve seen. As far as I or this blog can recall, I had not seen this one. Now I have. As usual, Zeppo Marx is nobody’s favorite Marx Brother. The ranking goes: Groucho, Margaret Dumont, Chico, Harpo, Smallpox, Zeppo.
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) – Although I’ve missed a few in the middle, I’ll go ahead and call this my favorite Wes Anderson movie so far. Although he fully embraces his own style in a way that makes his work identifiable from a mile away, there’s a new darkness here that makes this distinct from his other works, and I like it.
Holy Motors (2012) – This is a weird, very French movie. As far as I can tell, it’s a movie about movies, maybe. There are many reminders that you’re watching a movie, that you are a spectator on scenes of invented emotion. Normally I hate art about art itself. I guess I don’t hate Holy Motors, though. I don’t think I’m ready to say I liked it, but I’ll totally concede that it’s completely bonkers. Well done, France.