As I was leaving the preview screening for Free Fire, I was somewhat surprised to hear an audience member telling a compatriot that it was “the best-edited film [they’ve] seen all year.” On the one hand, the year is still short—we’re only a third of the way through it and other contenders include mish-mashed semi-coherent tripe such as The Fate of the Furious. Maybe this guy just hadn’t, you know, seen many movies this year.
This week, JVL, Vic, and I discussed The Fate of the Furious, the eighth entry in the Fast and/or Furious franchise. Before we get to the important business of the day—ranking Fast and Furious films from worst to best—I feel the need to give Amazon dot com a big ol’ shoutout.
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OK, so, here’s the thing from Friday that everyone was really excited about that I’m just blogging about now, because timeliness is overrated—almost as overrated as this trailer:
As I’ve noted elsewhere, the ad campaign for Colossal is a bit deceiving. Writer/director Nacho Vigalondo’s latest film has been sold as a quirky, indie, romantic-Kaiju comedy (romkaicom?) but is instead a rather dark meditation on the dangers of alcohol abuse and violence against women.
There’s a funny moment from South Park involving Kyle Broflovski’s reaction to The Passion of the Christ. He cringes and holds his head, averting his eyes from the violence done to Jim Caviezel’s Jesus. He winces and hunches. Eventually, overcome by the imagery on the screen, he vomits on himself, emotionally and physically spent.
This is basically how I felt watching The Fate of the Furious. I hope the Regal Majestic crew didn’t mind the mess.
Last weekend was a garbage fire at the multiplex, so JVL, Vic, and I toasted the dearly departed Red Eye and used the excuse of a new Michael Caine movie, Going in Style, to talk about some of our favorite basic cable classics. If you don’t listen to this episode, the bank is going to foreclose on my house and my dog will run away to a no-kill shelter. So, you know, help a brother out by downloading it and reviewing it.
I dunno, you guys, but I think the new Thor trailer is actually bad? Dig it:
The official Wendy’s Twitter account has developed a reputation for being “fun.” And in an effort to take advantage of this “fun,” one joker asked how many retweets he would have to accumulate in order to earn free chicken nuggets for the year. This is how Wendy’s responded:
Five Came Back, a solid companion to Mark Harris’ excellent book of the same name, chronicles the efforts of five major film directors who stepped away from their careers during World War Two to lend their talents to the Allied effort to beat the Axis Powers.