The plot revolves around a cure for mutation that has been developed by Worthington Labs and the U.S. government. This poses a moral quandary for mutantkind: take the cure and erase what makes you unique for the sake of conformity, or resist and face persecution or worse. The Brotherhood, led by Magneto, decides to finally wage a full-on assault to end this threat; the X-Men, despite their misgivings about the cure, opt to stop them. Meanwhile, Jean Grey has returned from “the dead” but as the twisted and god-like Phoenix. Cyclops is dead… Dr. X is dead… Rouge has no powers anymore ( she voluntarily cured herself ), Magneto has been cured (intentionally) but in the end of the film he found out that he still has itsy bitsy powers. Oh well… Buttom line, film was great, no dead scenes, not suitable for kids. blah blah blah blah. But… will there be X-Men4? my wild guess is YES. :) |
![]() Tom Cruise, reactive but impermeable, has spent his whole career learning how to make faces, mastering the semaphore of sensitivity. But listening to his fellow actors in a scene — or even just acknowledging their presence — is still beyond him. In the opening sequence of “Mission: Impossible III,” Cruise, as secret agent Ethan Hunt, has been drugged, beaten and handcuffed to a chair. Baddie Philip Seymour Hoffman has kidnapped Ethan’s wife, Julia (Michelle Monaghan), and he wants Ethan to watch as he tortures her. As Hoffman coos and flutters around the terrified woman, Cruise squints, blinks and bucks. The scene is all about suffering — his, not hers — and later, as he clutches the corpse of a fallen agent to his manly pectorals, the camera lingers on the held-back tears in his eyes. Cruise is so busy squeezing out his hard little nuggets of feeling that he’s incapable of letting anything in. Signal sent! Objective achieved! If there are other actors in the scene, Cruise hasn’t noticed them. No one’s going to sink his battleship. If all you want from an action hero is muscle, Cruise is a suitable enough specimen — he has all the definition of a firm bundt cake. But in an action picture directed by J.J. Abrams, shouldn’t you want more? Abrams is the creator of two television shows, “Alias” and “Lost,” that have found loyal audiences partly because Abrams understands the difference between merely building suspense and using cross play between characters to sustain it. Like Joss Whedon before him — whose novelistic TV series “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” “Angel” and “Firefly” continue to find new devotees, years after they’ve gone off the air — Abrams has a feel for the panoramic narrative possibilities of television. He allows us the luxury of getting to know the characters, even as he keeps the action taut. The emotional intensity of these shows is part of the fun: On “Alias,” Jennifer Garner’s CIA agent Sydney Bristow may love her enigmatic father, fellow agent Jack Bristow (Victor Garber), but the nature of their work — and their very nature as people — means that she can never really trust him. Mistrust bonds them closer than love does. Their relationship is a metaphor for the uneasy tangle that working (and living) in the modern world presents, the way “balancing” work and family often feels less like actual balancing than about trying to control a dense network of stressed-out threads that threaten to slip out of our grasp at any moment. Of course, the challenge for Abrams — making his movie directorial debut here — is to do everything he does best on television, but to pack it into the space of a two-hour movie. That’s not a challenge that can be humanly met (not even Whedon, with his beautifully made movie spinoff of “Firefly,” “Serenity,” could quite pull it off). And yet “Mission: Impossible III” is serviceably entertaining. Abrams doesn’t just slap his ideas on the screen. The picture is coherent and well organized, and there are lots of Abrams touches tucked in the corners: Miniature bombs get planted in people’s brains (via the nasal cavity, natch). There’s a sexy computer geek, played by Simon Pegg, of “Shaun of the Dead.” And Abrams gives free rein to his fondness for McGuffins: Here, it’s a deadly serum-in-a-canister known only as “the Rabbit’s Foot” — we don’t know what it does, but we know it’s something pretty darn awful. |
One of the worst movies I’ve ever seen in my life was David Zucker’s ‘Scary Movie 3’- I hated it, I really, truly HATED it. So it probably comes as no surprise that I went into the movie ready to tear it to shreds; arms up and my battle-axe ready to fly. I pretty much hated it before I even stepped into the theater; only something went terribly wrong… it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The monumental reteaming of David Zucker and Jim Abrahams, the duo behind the brilliant ‘Airplane!’, must have had something to do with the so-called “charm” hidden so deeply in the piss and fart jokes. Cindy Campbell (Anna Faris) returns to find out that the house she is caretaking in is haunted by a little boy and goes on a quest to find out who killed him and why. The subplot follows Tom Ryan (Craig Bierko), Cindy’s neighbor, who is trying to discover the secret behind an Alien “Tr-iPods” invasion. What makes this movie better then all three of its predecessors is one single thing… an actual plot. All of the ‘Scary Movie’ films just break off sequences from dozens of horror films and find moronic ways of turning it into a joke. The films have no structure and are all over the place, it’s like a sh-t storm, yet nothing sticks. In ‘Scary Movie 4’ the plot sticks along the lines of spoofing Spielberg’s ‘War of the Worlds’ and Takashi Shimizu’s ‘The Grudge,’ and seeing that ‘The Grudge’ has no plot it was easy to blend that story into the ‘Worlds’ substructure. So in ‘Scary Movie 4’, when this sh-t ain’t sticking, it helps that there is some sort of story to be involved in. Another positive thing Zucker brought to the film is Carol Ramsey and her brilliant costume design. The recreations are so incredibly authentic that it almost makes you wonder what Spielberg spent $200 million on making ‘War of the Worlds.’ The FX work was perfect as well, bringing the Alien “Tr-iPods” to life. I’m willing to bet that Zucker could have made ‘War of the Worlds’ for the same budget as ‘Scary Movie 4.’ Like the initial three films, ‘Scary Movie 4’ throws so much sh-t at the wall the toilets would be jealous. And while most of the jokes fall straight to the floor, there were a handful that were extremely funny. My favorite scene in the whole movie is when Cindy is talking to the little boy in what appears to be Japanese, only they’re using works like “Toshiba” and “Honda”, while the subtitles show a real conversation. A sequence when Cindy cleans an old lady’s face with her own piss is just one of a dozen classic jokes you’ll get in the pic. Leslie Neilson plays President Harris and sticks it to Bush with some clever little pokes. My favorite is when he gives an important speech to the nations of the world and opens with a few racist jokes. The ultimate joke is in the finale when you find out how the aliens catch a virus and die… brilliant. Ultimately though, ‘Scary Movie 4’ is still f-cking stupid and still a waste of an hour and a half. Sure it was structured, and sure there were a few really good jokes, but I want complete entertainment – like in ‘Airplane!’ If you are a fan of any of the first three films in the franchise, you’re destined to love this movie, but if you’re a hater there’s nothing more than a better plot. This one will definitely be a hit or miss among viewers. |
![]() Steven Strait… what a pretty boy. I watched Undiscovered last night. Story is kinda ” same old s**t “. I’ts a story of a pretty boy singer who bumps into a girl in New York and falls instantly in love - even though the two never talk (is that possible?). He then moves to LA, works odd jobs, plays in a band, has a visit from his brother, runs into the girl from NY who is a famous model now living in LA trying to be an actress, falls in love all over again, breaks up, gets back together, breaks up, gets back together. And so on and so forth ad nauseam.
So illogical, disjointed, and outright lame is the storyline that I half expected mythical unicorns to dance around onscreen, maybe accompanied by a few magical leprechauns or some other such foolishness. There are bad movies that are so much fun to watch they actually transform into good movies. Tho… the skateboarding-bulldog is cool… i wonder who’s the trainer.
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