FANTASTIC MR. FOX: REVIEW

Joy. That is the feeling one gets watching THE FANTASTIC MR. FOX.

Joy at the wonderful strangeness of the characters, who are flawed and stiffly animated and selfish and yet so human. They are also wild animals.

Joy that you are watching a movie unlike any other, but with the added bonus that you don't want to slit your wrists at the end. (See the brilliant but horrifically sad ARE, WHERE THE WILD THINGS)

Joy that now there are two stop-motion animation masterpieces produced in the same year. (CORALINE is the other.)

Joy that Wes Anderson has broken out of his tunnel-vision, working in a new medium and actually having a plot, while still keeping all of his essential Wes Anderson-ness.

Joy that you're watching the second-best Roald Dahl adapation of all time. This is no small achievement, considering how many have tried and failed to capture the right tone of his work. (No prizes for guessing the best adaptation.)

And finally, joy that this is the first children's movie where they found to way to have the little woodland creatures swear with impunity, and yet offend no one. I'd tell you how they do it, but it's too good of a secret to spill. Let's just say it's more sophisticated than bleeping, and more fun, too.

FANTASTIC MR. FOX is a toy box of a movie, overflowing with invention, random adventure, real fun and good cheer. The plot is a lark, basically a 90 minute roadrunner and coyote story, only replace the road-runner with George Clooney as a fox named Mr. Fox, and the coyote with Michael Gambon as the most hateful hunter in the county, named Bean.

At one point, threatening letters are exchanged between the two nemisi:

Bean: Why did he send us a letter written with letters cut out of a magazine?

Underling: Well, you did the same thing when you sent your letter to him.

Bean: I don't trust this guy.

It all got started because Fox decided to steal some chickens, geese and hard cider from the farmes Boggis, Bunce and Bean, respectively. The Farmers decide to shoot Fox for his trouble, but only get his tail. Fox decides to tunnel all of their chickens, geese and hard cider. The Farmers come back with bulldozers. Eventually, all out war is waged between the animals and the farmers.

The plot is a lark, but it's more plot than Wes Anderson has usually gotten involved with, and it is enough to hang scene after scene of comic invention. A few thoughts sneak in, surprisingly deep ones, but don't worry: the life lessons are kept to a minimum.

The voice work is top drawer, not only in terms of talent (how often do you get Meryl Streep to play your straight man?), but that talent is actually used to create fantasitc characters, as supposed to creating a fish who looks like Will Smith and sounds just like Will Smith. (See TALE, SHARK) Consider Bill Murray as the badger lawyer named Badger. Badger is not just memorable because he's a badger in a suit that sounds just like Bill Murray, but because he actually tries to give good lawyerly advice. And when the advice doesn't work, he snarls and tries to claw his clients. He's also a demolition expert, which provokes this exchange:

Fox: Demolition Expert? What? Since when?

Badger: Since forever!

There's a nice current that runs through the story about wild animals trying to be civilized, reverting to wild-ness and then apologizing later. At least they apologize when they rever, I'll take these animals over the farmers anyday: Boggis eats 12 whole chickens a day, Bunce only eats donuts stuffed with foie de gras, and Bean employs a Rat with a switchblade to protect his hard cider. That last one doesn't sound so bad, until you realize the Rat has the voice of Willem Dafoe. When you send a Rat with a switchblade and the voice of Willem Dafoe after someone's children, as Bean does here, you are basically FedExing nightmares to children everyone. The farmers are so hateful, the children have a little song that they sing about how bad they are. Badger knows, he has it on file at his law office.


Tying the whole thing together is Clooney as Mr. Fox, who is one of the more appealing protganists of animated film history. He the talent and brilliant-but-doomed visions of Jack Skellington, the family dynamics and mid-life crisis drama of Mr. Incredible, with the same swagger as the Disney Fox Robin Hood. In other words, he's smart, ambitious, cocky, makes mistakes, doesn't listen, but is capable of invention and genius and can get you out of a tight spot. He's probably somehow related to the Disney family, as when we first meet him he's listening to the Davy Crockett theme song.

The actual animation style is blocky, awkward and rough. And it's gorgeous. Sure, it looks like it was done by kids over a year in their basement, and that's the charm. As rough and tumble as it is, it gives the world of animated movies new life in this age of pixels. Pixar can only make one movie a year, and while waiting for it we have to wade through the MONSTERS VS. ALIENS, SHARK TALE, PLANET 51, CHICKEN LITTLE, SHREK 3, OPEN SEASON, ICE AGE 1 and 2 AND 3, and on and on.

THE FANTASTIC MR. FOX has everything that a Roald Dahl story has: humour, meaning, beauty, a dash of darkness, a touch of cruelty, just desserts for the nasty people and hope for the good ones. But more than that, it makes you feel good, and not in obvious ways. It has characters you want to get to know better. It features lots of woodland creatures dancing, not because they can dance well or in time, but because it's good to be alive and dancing is fun. It has a man on a banjo for little to no reason. And it ends on an oddly quiet but perfect beat, with a tiny speech that is more inspiring than it has to be or wants to be. In short, it is the best movie I've seen all year.

RATING: * * * * * (out of 5 Stars)

P.S. The woodland creatures also have a game called Whackbat. Owen Wilson is on hand, as Coach Otter, to explain the game:

"Basically, there's three grabbers, three taggers, five twig runners, and a player at Whackbat. Center tagger lights a pine cone and chucks it over the basket and the whack-batter tries to hit the cedar stick off the cross rock. Then the twig runners dash back and forth until the pine cone burns out and the umpire calls 'hotbox!'. Finally, you count up however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine."

There are helpful diagrams with lines and X's and O's that go along with the speech. If this doesn't make you smile, I don't know what to tell you.

THIS IS IT: REVIEW

This is a movie for two types of people. Michael Jackson fans, and those who work on producing live events (theater/music/dance.)

Those expecting a freak show or a car wreck will be out 12 bucks and be bored. Jackson's voice wasn't so great, but it's functional, and more importantly, he could still move. He also had the world's best back up singers, dancers and band behind him, and when you've got that, you could be Dan Akyroyd and sound fantastic.

So it's not a fly on the wall at a disaster. But it's not exactly a celebration either. You can tell Michael Jackson was holding back, at least in terms of singing, because these were the dress rehearsals. At one point, when he really nails one his hits, he shakes his head and says "I shouldn't have done that." The crew eggs him on and he retorts, "No, no. I need to save my voice."

Which makes sense, and lends authenticity, but makes it something less than the most intense music concert movie ever, as promised by the ads. However, that's also what makes it interesting on a separate level, on the production level.

If you have ever worked on a live music, theater or dance show, you must see this film. You will see the best artists and technicians in the world doing some of their best work. Whether it's lighting, choreography, vocals or even the pyro guy; Jackson hired the best for his comeback, and you get to see them make their craft. Sometimes, it's more interesting to watch an artist noodling around with an idea than to actually see the finished product.

We do get to see the finished video that was to follow some of the songs, which is fantastic. Jackson inserts himself into an old Bogart movie, and they get into a shoot out during SMOOTH CRIMINAL. THRILLER gets some 3D effects and new zombies. Although my favorite may be the relatively unknown song THEY DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT US, where ten dancers get multiplied into an infinite field of jack-booted thugs from the future doing drill routines to the beat. It's about as cool as this stuff gets.



The title of the movie is actually pretty sad. All Jackson wanted to do before he retired was give the world one last show, a show that could be called THE show. And based on this movie, it would have worked. Jackson's voice wasn't the best, but he still knew how to kick some ass in the realm of the pop spectacle. Ticketholders would have gotten their money's worth. He would have tasted that glory again. Instead, this is it. This is all he and we get. A fitting farewell, sure. But proof that he had more to do.

RATING: * * * (out of 5 stars)

P.S. Add a fourth star if you are a theater/music/dance professional.

P.P.S. There is one video and song that really bombs, his HEAL THE WORLD number. It's an awkward environmental message that doesn't really work. If you rent the movie, fast forward past this part.

2012: REVIEW

The Criterion Collection released an edition of ARMAGEDDON, with the defense that it was a perfect example of the big, overblown mid-90's disaster movie, which was the popular style of the time. They had the right idea, but they picked the wrong movie.

I enjoyed ARMAGEDDON, it was fun for what it was, but if you ask someone "you know, that big 90's disaster movie", they'll say, "Oh, you mean INDEPENDENCE DAY?"

As dumb as it was, INDEPENDENCE DAY, like GROUNDHOG DAY, has entered our collective imagination as a reference point. Why? Because it was fun, because it was huge, because it made a star out of Will Smith, and to put it simply, 9/11. When dust clouds were rolling down the REAL streets of New York, all I remember thinking is I've seen this before... and I had, only there were aliens, and Harvey Fierstein, and the Tin Man, and, and...

It's not director/creator/crazy german Ronald Emmerich's fault that his movie accurately portrayed real terrorist devastation. He just thinks big, big and dumb: STARGATE, THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, GODZILLA, etc. Well, it's eight years later, and time has made INDEPENDENCE DAY slowly slide back into being fun and not at all and invitation to post traumatic stress inducer. There's something somehow comforting in, with the economy in the crapper and people wanting to blow us up, watching The End Of The World As We Know It because ALIENS HAVE LANDED. Or GLOBAL WARMING WILL KILL US ALL. Or THERE IS A GIANT MONSTER AND OH MY GOD I HAVEN'T TOLD MY DAUGHTER I LOVED HER AIIEEEEE

So, in short, not his fault that terrorist attacks made me think of his movie. It IS his fault that he keeps making the same movie over and over again. 2012 is the same movie he has made before, only bigger. But you knew that. I knew that. Your dog knows that. The only question is, does 2012 deliver? The answer is yes. Oh my, yes.

30 minutes of exposition and ominous portents, followed by 2 hours of demolition derby. Everything explodes in this movie. Everything. If there's something that's a famous landmark, it blows up. And it is silly. Delightfully silly. A man says to his girlfriend, "I feel like something's come between us," and then a giant fissure opens between them. A giant plane is revealed, and some kid says, "it's huge!", and a nearby Russian mobster growls, "It's Russian." A noble scientist says, "If we don't open these doors, we lose our humanity!" And someone replies, "Oh, just do it then." Actually, that was the gay couple sitting next to me, but you get the general idea.

And yet, there is a certain baseline competency (see Howard, Ron) that Emmerich brings to his movies that makes them satisfying, if nothing else. He likes the ominous forboding. He lingers on his effects, inviting us to see how big, crazy and intricate they are. There is no quick cutting and shaky cam. It may not be new, but after a summer of big budget disasters, it is comforting.

The screenplay is nothing new or original, but the same story we've seen before about lots of individuals coming together to face an imminent threat. This is also somewhat comforting. Stock characters work if the performers are good enough, and with John Cusack, Danny Glover and Woody Harrelson (as the requisite crazy guy) on board, they work here. And Emmerich keeps topping himself with the destruction.

Look, you pays your money, you takes your chances. 2012 is as advertised. You want wholesale world desctruction? You got it. You want memorable characters, witty dialogue and smart plot twists? STAR TREK comes out on tuesday on DVD, and UP is available.

RATING: * * * (out of 5 stars)

P.S. There is one (1) intriguing idea in the movie. The noble scientist remarks that, just because he happens to be reading some guy's book that no one bought, and he just happens to be one of the few that will survive the cataclycsm, that book will endure for generations while other books don't, by chance. Should Emmerich be right and 2012 actually happen and there's only room on board for one disaster movie to make it through the ages, I hope it's THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE. You heard me. There has never been a better disaster movie than THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE.

P.P.S. THE PATRIOT is Emmerich's worst movie. Even worse than GODZILLA. You heard me.

SNATCH: REVIEW

Rewatching SNATCH after six, seven years on the DVD shelf plays about the same as seeing your ‘cool’ Uncle a few years after college. He’s still a good guy, but what was once ‘cool’ now seems disorganized and immature. Just substitute that demo album with a search for a diamond and that motorcycle for Brad Pitt in an unintelligible accent. The first time around, I admired the fact that it dared to not make sense or add up to anything. This time, I found myself getting frustrated and at times bored with the ever-looping stories, characters, missed connections and tough guy talk.

Unspooled, there are basically two plots, that play on parallel tracks that sometimes interect. One involves a perfectly cut diamond stolen by the excellently named Frankie Four Fingers (Bencio Del Toro), and the series of men who kill each other to try to get it. The other involves a boxing promoter named Turkish (a young Jason Staham), who gets mixed up with a gypsy boxer named Mickey (a young-ish Brad Pitt) who is an expert at the rope-a-dope.

The boxer plotline begins slow and silly, the diamond plotline starts with a quick-cutting hold up and violence. But it’s the boxer plotline that eventually pays off, proving the closest thing to an emotional connection with any of the characters. The diamond plotline, on the other hand, bites off more than writer/director Guy Ritchie can chew: consider that in the pursuit of the diamond are Frankie Four Fingers (who doesn’t last long), Cousin Avi (Dennis Farina), Bullet Tooth Tony (Vinnie Jones), Boris the Blade (Rade Serbedzija) and Brick Top (Alan Ford). While they’re all gifted character actors with great character names, it’s only Brick Top who makes any real impression beyond surface notes, partly because Alan Ford gnashes teeth expertly, but mostly because he’s a guy named Brick Top who feeds his enemies to pigs. There’s also Sol, Vinne and Tyrone, who pull off the world’s worst robbery. And Gorgeous George, the Boxer. And Doug the Head, the jeweler. And, and…

Are you overwhelmed? I loved this rogue’s gallery in college. I couldn’t get enough of it. Now, I watched with the sneaking suspicion that Guy Ritchie probably wrote the whole thing in a drunken weekend, and no one had the heart to tell him that one character with a great name is a good idea, two is a clever idea and seven is just playing with yourself on Final Draft.

Parts of the movie remain fantastic. The opening credits sequence is a masterstroke, introducing a seemingly endless cast all at once. Pretty much any scene with Brad Pitt hits exactly the right note. The use of music remains is on par with Scorcese, songs that not only underscore the action but add to it. Individually lines of dialogue sneak through and dig into your memory, and there are two monologues by especially nasty men that are perfect. And the boxing fight at the end of the movie is about as good as these scenes get.

But other parts show their age. The movie is over-narrated by Jason Staham, often telling us things we don’t need to know or already can guess. It doesn’t help that back in 2000, Jason Staham had a promising career ahead of him. Now in 2009, he’s made one decent movie in the past 9 years, and even in that movie he gives the same damn performance. In other words, it’s not that Turkish is cool and detached, it’s that Jason Staham has only one note to play and plays it all the time. Many of the plot twists are glaringly arbitrary, artificially adding length to a movie that already feels long at 102 minutes. And in the end, a movie about a search for a treasure means nothing when the men searching for the treasure are ultimately nothing more than cleverly named stick figures who swear a lot.

I mentioned individual lines of dialogue as being great, because overall Ritchie writes his characters in asked and answered style, like this:

Avi: Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger?

Bullet Tooth Tony: 'Cause he dodges bullets, Avi.

Cute. Now imagine it again:

Tommy: Are you sayin' I can't shoot?

Turkish: No Tommy, I'm not saying you can't shoot. I know you can't shoot.

And again…

Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome...

Franky Four Fingers: I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush.

And again:

Vinny: This is a shotgun, Sol.

Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.

Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?

Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.

You have now obtained a masters in Guy Ritchie dialogue. One exchange is funny, two is clever, nineteen is….

So what is this movie about, really? That the underworld of London has shady characters? Stop the presses. Don’t trust a gypsy boxer? A man who knows nothing about diamonds finds one when he adopts a dog to fool the police? What?

Not that it would matter if was endlessly entertaining. You can have zero point if you’re endlessly entertaining. Which SNATCH was, back in 2000. Now, it’s 2009. Of course, Ocean’s 11 came out in 99, and it’s aged just fine. And that one had 11 characters, not counting Andy Garcia. SNATCH remains fun, but what it really needed was a rewrite and an editor.

And get a hair cut, hippie.

RATING: * * * (Out of five)

P.S.: One more, but it’s a good one:

Customs Agent: Anything to declare?

Cousin Avi: Yeah. Don’t go to England.

THREE AMIGOS and FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF

Some movies ripen with age. Others, rot.

Both FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF and THREE AMIGOS came out in 1986. I have/had fond memories of watching and rewatching both on basic cable sometime in the early 90's.
Inspired by being tired, I decided to pop them both in the DVD wayback machine and see how good they still were. Here are the results.

Watching FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF after surviving high school is a strangely rewarding experience. Some things are not as funny as I remember them, but for every old joke comes two more good ones out of the woodwork that I didn't even get as a kid.

Some of what seemed daring in 86, or 92, or whenever I first saw the movie, now seems quaint. A movie character talking straight to the camera? Text appearing onscreen to establish a point? A random music number?! Yeah, we get that a lot and have gotten it a lot since then. If not through rip-off films, than at least through many, many seasons of BLIND DATE.

But it's still a fun movie, and while the overall arc is predictable- they have a great day and learn life lessons!- the individual twists and turns are not. How many teenage comedies have a stop over in an art museum? Or make time for a subplot involving parking lot attendants who drive at fast speeds to the STAR WARS theme? Or point out that, if you marry the first person who is nice to you, it will probably end badly? Or have a visit from the singing nurse who likes to... er... 'pluck'. (Quite possibly the second funniest singing telegram joke in the movies) (No prizes for guessing the funniest singing telegram joke)

The movie also gets a lot of mileage out of Dean of Students Rooney (Jeffrey Jones), a man who we feel bad after a dog has messed up his face, but not bad enough to want to take it back. Jeffrey Jones, John Hughes found the perfect villain for a movie this light- someone who takes himself completely seriously, even in no one else in the movie does. And the subplots about the efforts to "save ferris" at the school generate constant laughs, or at least chuckles.

Perhaps the most striking thing is that while Ferris Bueller is the protagonist, he is not the hero. Oh sure, he's on screen most of the time, has the best lines and gets away with everything. (If you ever forget why you ever thought Matthew Broderick was funny or talented, like I have after his recent movies, re-watch this movie to remind yourself.) But while Bueller had a certain appeal back in the early Clinton years, now, the star of this movie is definitely Cameron (Alan Ruck). What was once the mopey sidekick is now the emotional lynchpin of the story. Cameron is the only one with anything really on the line. Even if Bueller does get caught- which is really his only worry in the world- one need not worry about Bueller. You could easily see him get expelled from his school, only to end up walking out of Yale with countless job offers. But Cameron has problems, both real and imagined, and it is his growth that gives the movie soul. It is he that sends the car through the window, and decides to make a stand, just for the principle of taking a stand. And while Bueller makes time to propose to his girlfriend (Mia Sara), it is Cameron that he stops the parade for to sing "Twist and Shout."

In short, FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF now seems less like a middle finger to the establishment, and more like a story about the happy friend who always had it easy trying to help the sad friend who never caught a break, also starring the happy friend's girlfriend as the third wheel. This is not a bad thing. Many movie characters say "this is the best day of my life", but when Cameron says it, you believe it. Part 80's time capsule, part high school parody, FERRIS qualifies as a mini classic not because it achieves anything great, but because it so easily makes you smile.

THREE AMIGOS, on the other hand, is not as funny as I remember it. In fact, not very funny at all. But as an added bonus, it is racist, stilted, strange and represents some kind of low point for Steve Martin and Martin Short; although to be fair, it's a mid career point for Chevy Chase. I laughed a lot during FERRIS BUELLER, which is what made me pop in THREE AMIGOS to continue the trend. But then the laughter stopped, and a depressing silence settled in.

Scene after scene clangs to the floor, without laughs or purpose which is odd when you consider the director is John Landis. This is the same man who gave us BLUES BROTHERS, COMING TO AMERICA and ANIMAL HOUSE? And even to a lesser extent, TRADING PLACES and SPIES LIKE US? Of course, he also gave us BLUES BROTHERS 2000, but this was 1986! He hadn't departed from the land of funny yet! What gives?

The concept is funny: three out of work actors who played silent screen desperadoes are summoned to Mexico, for what they assume will be a publicity appearance, and find they've actually been summoned to fight a local bandit. You will recall this same basic plot from THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN, or if you don't, you can also recall it from A BUGS LIFE. It is an old standby, and that's no excuse for how bad this movie is. It's also no excuse for why I thought this film was funny as a kid.

Consider this following bit of dialogue, after the amigos see a plane:

Chevy Chase: What is it doing here?
Martin Short: I think it's a mail plane.
Steve Martin: How can you tell?
Martin Short: Didn't you notice its little balls?

Martin Short proceeds to laugh hysterically at his own joke, which is not funny, which I guess is the real joke... that he's stupid, I guess. Steve Martin then laughs at him, playing the reaction as "I hear your joke and it is not funny because I know funny" and Chevy Chase stares off into the distance, squinting, playing the reaction as "Either I don't get it or I'm not paying attention in this scene." In fact, this little bit of comedic celluloid death is a perfect microcosm of what's wrong with the entire movie.

Short is playing the dumb earnest guy, which is not exactly his strong suit (you don't hire Martin Short to play dumb, you hire him to chew up the scenery). Steve Martin is playing the "I am smarter than you, the script and the audience watching this movie" version of Steve Martin, which is the furthest thing from funny that Steve Martin can do. That leaves Chevy Chase, standing around waiting for a paycheck, which is pretty much what Chevy Chase always does.

If you grew up on this movie, you are probably wondering why I am being so harsh. The answer is: because I grew up on this movie, and god, is it bad. Maybe it's because it's so predictable. FERRIS BUELLER at least had the sense that you weren't sure what was going to happen next, here, the movie calls out every development miles in advance. The creepy German says to be on the lookout for his weird friends? Why, of course the Amigos show up next! They treat these dandies with respect, you see, because they think they are Germans! Sigh.

Oh, there are the few good parts, which you no doubt remember: the villain's discussion of the word plethora, the shooting of the invisible swordsman and the music number where the horses jump in it. But for every good part, there are other parts that you remember being funny but in fact, aren't. The singing bush? It never actually pays off. The Amigos actual numbers? Boring and tedious. Even the music number with the horses suffers from how the awkward choice to set the whole thing on an obviously fake set. Sometimes a fake set is used to make a point, but when the rest of the movie is shot on location, I missed the point or the joke of a campfire scene behind a painted sunset.

The movie was funny when I was 12. Probably because it had three comedians who I knew (or decided I knew) were funny, in funny costumes, being cowboys. But over time, what was a funny light comedy becomes nothing more than three overpaid stars on the wrong comic page, strutting about on an expensive production without point or purpose. I was going to write "flailing about", but quite frankly, this movie needed more flailing. Or at least something that was more intense than sitting in a funny hat, waiting for the jokes to come.

Comedy, especially when it involves a lot of very funny but different people, is nothing without stakes or timing. The great comedies involve characters with everything on the line, who are actively invested in the events unfolding (GROUNDHOG DAY, GHOSTBUSTERS, BEST IN SHOW). But barring that, you can even have a very funny movie without emotional investment, if the jokes come fast enough and the timing is perfect (CLUE, THE NAKED GUN, AIRPLANE!)
John Landis should know, after all, he has made both types of comedies. Here, he made neither, and while he fooled me at 12, he ain't gonna fool me again.

You think I'm being mean to this little ol' 80's movie? Rent it again. I dare you. See if you laugh, or if instead you force yourself to make sounds that could qualify as laughter, to fool yourself into having a good time.

FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF: * * * * Stars (out of 5 stars)

THREE AMIGOS: * Stars (out of 5 stars)

P.S. To be fair, THREE AMIGOS does have a villain as funny as Principle Rooney, and his name is El Guapo (Alfonso Arau). He's the one who has a discussion of the word "plethora", and he is an example of what this movie could have been. I was reminded of Miguel Sandoval, who played the villainous drug dealer in the similarly-good-concept-awful-execution THE CREW. The one genuinely hilarious moment in that movie was his, where, after his goons accidentally burned down his own warehouse, he says, "You know what I am, you guys? A cliche'."

P.P.S. When was the last time Chevy Chase was funny? That's easy: Norm MacDonald's under-appreciated DIRTY WORK, where he played a gleefully corrupt doctor. When was Chevy Chase ever funny? That's harder: a complete analysis of IMDB turns up only five movies: FUNNY FARM, NATIONAL LAMPOON'S VACATION, NATIONAL LAMPOON'S CHRISTMAS VACATION, NATIONAL LAMPOON'S EUROPEAN VACATION and CADDYSHACK.

Don't believe me? His last 20 years or so reveals the following evidence: MEMOIRS OF AN INVISIBLE MAN, FLETCH LIVES, CADDYSHACK II, NOTHING BUT TROUBLE, SNOW DAY, COPS AND ROBBERSONS, MAN OF THE HOUSE, VEGAS VACATION, ZOOM!, THE KARATE DOG, and the upcoming HOT TUB TIME MACHINE, NOT ANOTHER NOT ANOTHER MOVIE and GOOSE ON THE LOOSE.

Here is the trailer for GOOSE ON THE LOOSE. It also stars Tom Arnold as the voice of the Goose.

http://www.parkentertainment.com/goose.html

REVOLVER: A KIND OF REVIEW

Brett Weiner, this one's for you.

You warned me about this movie. The reviews were toxic, as it was made at the height of Guy Ritchie being sucked into Madonna's Kabballah obsession. Other than Jason Staham, the only claim to fame in terms of casting was Andre 3000, that guy who played Big Pussy on the Sopranos, and the animated corpse of Ray Liotta.

I knew it was probably going to be bad, but I have a soft spot for Guy Ritchie. LOCK STOCK and SNATCH were a hell of a lot of fun. I haven't seen SWEPT AWAY, reviewed as the worst movie of the decade, but I'm willing to bet that Madonna can talk a lot of men into stupid things, so I won't hold that against him. Lord knows I've been talked into bad ideas before.

I still wasn't prepared for the three (3!) quotes about knowing your enemy that started the movie. Starting any movie with a quote on the screen is bad enough, but three? Really?

Anyway, the movie starts out with all of those quotes, some whiny narration from Jason Staham, and as mentioned, the animated corpse of Ray Liotta. Oh, and Jason Staham can correctly guess coin tosses, but hates elevators. And some guys get shot. It's like The Transporter directed by Darren Aronofsky.

So about 10 minutes into the movie, having no idea what was going on, other than Ray Liotta doesn't look so good, I dug up the short spoiler from moviepooper.com:

"Avi (Andre Benjamin) and Zach (Vincent Pastore) are the men who were on either side of Jake Green (Jason Statham) in prison. All their methods were an attempt to apply "The Formula", and thus save Jake's life."

That didn't help. I looked at the 'long spoiler':

"Jake Green decides not to kill Dorothy Macha (Ray Liotta), finally figuring out that the mysterious Sam Gold is actually part of his psyche. After a confrontation in a stalled elevator, Jake leaves that part of him behind, finally becoming his own person. After coming back to the loansharks, Avi and Zach, he finally realizes that they were the two prisoners on either side of him in the cell block, the ones who developed The Formula (the ideas allowing Jake to win any game of chance, and also what made him so good at chess). The two had been manipulating him from the moment he got out of prison (and all the way through the film, as well), in an effort to get him to realize that his mind was the real enemy, and not the people around him."

Based upon my ten minutes and this paragraph, I have decided to not finish REVOLVER. It's ten minutes of my life I'll never get back, but I reckoned I saved 100 by reading the 30 second spoiler. Remember: the real enemy is in your mind.

To those that would say this review is a total cop-out, you are correct. To those who rant at me as to why I waste my time watching godawful movies all the way through, you have won this round.

RATING: DNF (Did Not Finish)

P.S. Everyone gets one. In the case of Guy Ritchie, he gets SHERLOCK HOLMES. If that also stinks, I'm done with him.

Random!

Your Simpsons/Kurosawa joke for the day:

Marge: C'mon Homer, Japan will be fun! You liked 'Rashomon'.

Homer: That’s not how I remember it.

Incidentally, along the lines of "if you haven't seen it, why aren't you Netflixing this right now?!", RASHOMON falls under the category of if you haven't seen it, why aren't you Netflixing this right now?