Friday, April 29, 2005

XXX State of the Union… a review

The film opens on a peaceful day as horses gallop in peaceful fields of rolling green grass.

Mmmmm…. smell the flowers will ya? It’s a gorgeous day out!!

Uh oh. It seems that some bad men dressed in black with night vision goggles are planning some nefarious deeds.

Say WHAT?!! Guys in black, in the middle of the afternoon wearing some kind of night vision goggles? I guess it must be the Canadian military. How the hell do a bunch of guys think that dressing in BLACK is going to prevent anyone from seeing them in the DAYTIME?!! Why not just dress in silver hot pants with pink feather boas? At least then you could shoot the enemy while they were laughing at you.

Ehhhh, let’s not get hung up on that little detail. There’s SO much more to make fun of.

The men in black plant special explosives that tunnel through 100 feet of soil into the secret underground lair of the NSA. The next time the NSA decides to build a high security underground lair I’ll bet that they budget for a few guard towers around the perimeter or at least a fence with tin cans that rattle when someone is climbing over it. Stevie Wonder could have seen these guys coming.

After the slaughter, only Agent Augustus Gibbons (Samuel Jackson) and his token white nerd inventor (let’s just call him “Q”) escape alive while the remaining NSA cell has been wiped out.

Oh the humanity!!

Like all good undercover black agents Augustus escapes in a car that looks like it came from an episode of “Pimp My Ride” with a $50,000 custom paint job that changes colours depending on how the light hits it. It’s great for picking up chicks, but it’s not so good for avoiding detection from the bad guys. Maybe he should’ve been driving a black car. Apparently the colour black renders you invisible during bright sunny days.

With his all of his spies dead Augustus has a problem. He’s driving around town looking like Snoop Dog and everyone he knows is dead. Should he call for backup? Maybe get some other government agencies to help him hide? Nahhh… let’s go to a prison and visit a guy whom you left to rot in jail for the last 10 years. Yes sir, there’s nothing like a little time in a federal prison to keep one’s skills sharp and their finger on the pulse of the nation. I’m sure he had his finger somewhere during the past decade and it had nothing to do with the nation. Make your own soap jokes.

Ice Cube plays Darius Stone, the NEW XXX (since apparently Vin died in some sort of ambush), and he only reluctantly agrees to leave jail to help Augustus because he’s probably their next target. Why is Darius’ life in danger? He’s been in PRISON for the last decade. What the hell does he know? He still thinks that Bill Clinton is the president and he hasn’t figured out how to escape. Maybe he just likes group showers. Well, anyway his life is in danger so stop thinking about this shit already and blow something up. It’s been 10 minutes and I’m getting bored.

Augustus steals a helicopter and busts Darius out of prison. Please people. Do not try this at home or if you do please have someone videotape it because I could use the laugh.

Now that Augustus has broken “about 12 federal laws” (although Darius can only name 3) XXX ain’t gonna be no one’s ‘nigga’. Nope, he’s gonna play by HIS rules which means visiting a highly secretive stolen car chop shop that employs a staff of 200 scantily clad women in school girl outfits and burly black men in designer coveralls in a warehouse with the custom disco lighting, giant plasma screens and leather furniture. I’d hate to see what a marijuana grow op looks like. It’d probably have waterfalls, palm trees and a giant wave pool.

Unfortunately Darius’s girlfriend no longer runs the chop shop. She’s now owns a dealership that sells Lamborghini and vintage sports cars which of course means that Augustus can trade in his car for an even bigger and easier spot monster truck (rocket launcher headlights not included). At least it’s black.

Which brings me to something I’d like to bring up. They’ve introduced this nerdy white inventor guy who has all sorts of crazy gizmos like super suction gloves but Darius never uses anything. Why is nerdy white guy on the payroll? Come on Darius. Couldn’t you have at least climbed up the side of the ship with your new gloves? Maybe smack some guy in the face and drag him around. At least go out and pick up some trash or open a jar for an old lady.

What’s missing at this point? We’re almost an hour into the film. Can anyone spot the missing item?  I’ll give you a hint.

It’s called a plot.

Why is all this crap going on? Why is Augustus breaking people out of prison? Who exactly is killing the NSA agents and why?

Listen if I had to suffer for 2 hours I’m not letting you off that easy. You’ll have to read on.

It appears that Willem Dafoe is an evil general who is planning on killing everyone in the White House who outranks him so that he can take over the country. Ya, THAT won’t draw any suspicion. He must have studied economics with Saddam and Idi Amin.

Go class of ‘62!!

It’s a good thing for Darius that he is a lucky guy. When he steals some of Augustus’ hard drives he instantly knows that there is some microfilm hidden on it and not in it, he deciphers the cryptic message and instantly figures out which person out of 20 in the photo is named “Charlie” (even though he’s never met her). Darius then intercepts a secret transport tuck of arms whose route wasn’t all that secret, finds the hidden safe, and opens it on the first attempt. Then just in case you were beginning to think that the movie might not be too believable. Darius rallies his car jacking criminal friends to attack a bunch of tanks that just HAPPEN to be hanging around outside of the White House.

I haven’t been to the White House recently but are there usually a bunch of tanks hanging around outside? Wouldn’t the president say something along the lines of “Whoa, what’s with all of the tanks? You aren’t trying to kill everyone and take over the country are you?”

I should also back track a bit and mention that Darius sneaks on board an aircraft carrier by climbing the anchor chain.

Apparently the US military has a real problem with locking the doors on things.

Anyway, it all looks bleak for the President as he is kidnapped and sped away on his highly secretive bullet train that just happens to snake through most major intersections of downtown Washington DC, but fortunately Darius borrows a $500,000 car from one of his friends and follows alongside the bullet train.

I can just imagine seeing the President at the back of the train counting on his fingers saying things like:

“Ok, so my spy agency can be infiltrated by guys dressed in black during the middle of the day, the vaults that I lock my guns up in have a code that is obviously my wife’s birthday, my aircraft carriers can’t be boarded illegally unless someone looks for the big unguarded hole in the front and all it takes to disable a tank is a jack and some bolt cutters? Someone is going to get fired.”

Is this movie stupid? I’ll let you answer the question yourself.

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Thursday, April 21, 2005

The Interpreter… a review

What would you do if you overheard a plot in which someone wanted to kill Hitler?

Me?

I’d get a big bag of popcorn, a rain poncho and I’d book a front row seat for the brain splattering!!

Let me get this straight. It’s not the President of the United States in danger. It’s not the Pope. It’s not even some environmentalist scientist who knows about a toxic waste dump in the Sahara desert (*ahem*).

Nope, it’s some despotic 3rd world dictator who routinely rounds people up and shoots them in soccer stadiums.

Wow… um… you go girl?

Stop that plot to… um… kill … that… murdering bastard’s life?

Next up: “Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka” a tale of forbidden love.

Nicole Kidman plays a United Nations interpreter who can speak some obscure tribal African dialect and one day after work she overhears a plot to kill “The Teacher.”

I overheard the same thing every lunch hour for 5 years at my high school but you didn’t see me running to the feds did ya?

Of course Nicole accidentally turns on the lights in the sound booth which draws the attention of the killers and she runs out of the building fearing for her life.

Ok, so you’re an assassin plotting to snuff someone at the United Nations and you decide to go over your plan in a room full of microphones. What, was the regular killer sick? Did they go to “Assas-temp” for his replacement? What kind of moron discusses his nefarious plan in public, AND at the location of the place that you want to do the dirty deed?!!

That’s like the guys from Al Qaeda running around the outside of the Pentagon making jet noises a few days before the hijackings.

Oh well, at least they were whispering.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Apparently whispering makes distinguishing your voice nearly impossible. Remember that little tidbit the next time you phone in a bomb threat to your ex.

How difficult can rounding these guys up be? It’s after hours, you’re in the United Nations building, you’re wired for sound and you speak a language that only 23 people in New York can understand.

Hey Einstein, here’s an idea. Check the visitor’s log and find out who was hanging around the amphitheater after hours. Then arrest his ass.

Ok, roll the credits and let’s go home.

Um, Sidney? We have another 2 hours of film stock to use up. Can we drag this out a bit longer please?

Oh, alright, but you owe me. Bring in Sean Penn.

Have you seen Sean Penn lately? He’s looking like Keith Richards after an all night binge of heroin at a tanning salon. I give him 10 more years before birds start nesting in the creases of his forehead.

Sean Penn plays (what else?) a tragic Secret Service agent whose wife has left him.

How I long for the days when he was smacking his melon with a shoe.

Sean doesn’t believe her story because it seems so ridiculous (didn’t I already say that 5 paragraphs ago?), and as he begins to look into her past he discovers that she’s appeared in a few anti government rallys back in her homeland.

AHA!!

What “aha” you idiot? She hates the government and she’s telling you about a plot to kill the president. Wouldn’t it make more sense if she DIDN’T tell you?

Of course it would except that this is the perfect time to spin a folksy African fable of forgiveness.

A man rapes your wife and kills your daughter? If you kill him you’ll spend the rest of your life living in sorrow, but if you save his life you can cartwheel through fields of daises in rainbow suspenders.

I’d nail his scrotum to the back of a bus and drag has ass through the polar bear exhibit at the Bronx Zoo and so would you. Screw the daises.

So as Sean starts to comb through badly Photoshopped images of Nicole at political rallys, the “killers” decide to do really stupid things like tailgate her on the streets of New York in broad daylight because we all know that nothing says anonymity like a hit and run at noon. 

When Nicole isn’t outrunning them on her Vespa (yes, you read that correctly) they’re breaking into her apartment at night and jumping around on her balcony while wearing a mask.

Hey, I have an idea. If you want to hush her up, why don’t you try SHOOTING her?!! The mafia has perfected this technique. Actually, come to think about it I’m pretty sure Genghis Khan and pissed off monkeys know about this little idea as well. Want to get rid of an annoying alpha chimp? Drop a rock on his head. This ain’t rocket science!!

Oh you say, but then you’d be giving her wild story credibility. Right. Well what about the break and enter tribal dance outside her window? I see it one of two ways. Shoot her or discredit her. A soft shoe show on the fire escape does neither.

If you’ve seen the trailers then you’ve seen the scene in which the terrorists blow up a bus so I’m not giving anything away here. How many rich exiled political refugees do you know who ride mass transit? When was the last time you saw Yassar Arafat waiting for the Spadina bus in Toronto? If you can afford to have bodyguards I’m going to go out on a limb and bet that you can lease a Lexus at the very least. Next time blow up HIS car if you want civilian casualties. This was the most unbelievable moment in the whole movie.

Or …IS IT?!!

Ok, so lets spend a lot of time and money showing how secure the United Nations is when it’s on high alert.

Show us snipers on the roof tops.

Show us helicopters hovering over the skyline of New York.

Show us sniffer dogs combing the seats for a bomb.

Do they show us someone checking the bathroom for a rifle with a telescopic sight?!!!

Nahhh…

Ugh, it actually goes downhill from there believe it or not with people slipping through security like they were a pair of greased hookers in an inflatable pool of lube.

Is seems that all you have to do to give the secret service the slip is to drive a 1960’s Vespa or hide in a closet somewhere. I’ve seen better security at a Salvation Army clothing drop box.

This movie clocks in at 2 hours and 10 minutes and I haven’t fidgeted that much since my mom caught me with a skin magazine when I was 8.

Stick around for the hilarious ending when they claim that United Nations is going to bring some of these goons up on war crimes. Ahhhh, it reminds me of when Iceland invaded Australia and kicked some Aussie ass.

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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

The Amityville Horror… a review

The Amityville Horror scared the crap out of me in 1979, but then again I wanted my own R2D2 robot butler and I spent too much time in the basement playing Dungeons and Dragons.

It’s amazing what 26 years will change.

Ok… I still want the R2D2 robot butler, but “The Amityville Horror” sucked then and it still sucks now.

I was shocked to learn that there were 9 sequels after the original. It just goes to show that nothing is scarier in Hollywood than an appalling lack of imagination.

It makes me wonder how stupid the 9th family who moved in was?

“Oh, ignore that sprawling field of tombstones in the back yard with all the recent deaths chiseled in. There was a bad batch of tuna salad making the rounds.”

Shall I refresh your memory about the back story? In 1974 Ronald Defeo Jr. killed six members of his family while they slept. It would have ended there except whomever designed the house decided to put two windows near the roof that look like sinister eyes and thus a legend was born.

Never hire Charles Manson to be your architect. You’ll end up with a rose garden shaped like a severed goat’s head.

Back to the Defeo family.

Right before Ronnie snuffed his family he started scribbling in a book in the usual way that crazy people do in movies. What is it with that scratchy handwriting anyway? Between “Suspect Zero” “The Ring” and “Seven”, there always seems to be some book filled with disturbing drawings, poems or hundreds of obsessive notes in the margin. Is there a crazy scrapbook section at White Rose that I missed? To me this kind of behaviour should be pretty easy to notice. Your kid is rocking back and forth while clutching a book? Hide the silverware and sleep with one eye open.

Well, they didn’t and now they’re dead.

DEAD I tells ya!!

Serves them right for living in a house shaped like a jack o’ lantern and letting their son spend all of his time in the basement cleaning his shotgun.

Along comes Ryan Reynolds and he thinks to himself, “I don’t care if there was a massacre in this house, I’m getting a great deal on the real estate.” I do the same thing with mattresses at Value Village. You can hardly notice the big yellow stain if you flip it over and besides, the damn thing is 50% off!!

Within a day of moving in, the youngest step daughter starts talking to an “imaginary” friend as she bunks down where the last little girl had her head blown off.

“Look mommy, I found a chunk of meat in the floorboards”… (shudder)…

Sigh… Like every freaking horror movie out there you have to prepare yourself for the inevitable “bathroom” scene.

You know the scene. Let’s all say it together.

Father/Mother/Daughter/Son has to get something out of the medicine cabinet. Any idea on what they’ll see when they close the mirrored cabinet door? Well, it’s not an original idea that’s for sure.

I’d like to see a sign that says “insert bleeding corpse here.”

Listen people, Alfred Hitchcock perfected the horrific bathroom scene. Can we agree on this?

Jamie’s first rule of horror movies… no one goes into the bathroom!!

I’ll kill you in the laundry room.

Want to scare a man? Give him a basket full of dirty laundry and watch him try to figure out what to do with your bra.

THEN impale him.

Ok, so back to the movie. We’ve got the daughter playing with a ghost while the dad goes slowly insane. What does this sound like? Uhhhh…. the Shining perhaps?

Give yourself a cookie!!

The reason that “The Shining” was scary was because the family was trapped in a resort during a snowstorm. It’s just hard to feel bad for some idiots when it’s a lovely summer day and you live beside a lake. Here’s an idea. LEAVE!! They don’t even have car trouble for crying out loud. The only reason there isn’t a Wal Mart across the street is because it takes place in the 1970’s.

Where’s the guy in the wheelchair? I miss the gimp who gets stuck in the mud while trying to flee evil. At least he had an excuse for sticking around.

The last straw for me was the appalling lack of a floating pig’s head in this movie. That was the best scene in the original! It’s like remaking the story of Moses and forgetting about the whole parting of the red sea bit.

This movie is better than “The Grudge” but only marginally. It’s like me asking you if you’d prefer a kick in the nutsack or a punch in the throat.

Go rent “The Shining”

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Friday, April 8, 2005

Sahara… a review

Imagine what would happen if Indiana Jones had a lucky charm surgically implanted in his ass. One day he’s digging in his garden and he finds a golden chest but it can only be opened by a piece of moon rock shaped like a 40 watt light bulb. He opens the newspaper and he discovers a coupon for 30% off “light bulb shaped” moon rocks at Wal Mart.

That’s about how ridiculous the events are in Sahara.

Matthew McConaughey plays “Master Explorer Dirk Pitt” (sorta like “Dark Pit”… get it… GET IT?!!) who takes on the adventure of a life when he embarks on a treasure hunt through some of the most dangerous regions of West Africa.

What’s Dirk looking for? Why, a lost Civil War battleship of course.

What?!! Say that again?!!

Why would a iron clad rowboat with a huge hole ripped out of the side decide to sail across the Atlantic instead of going to … oh say Mexico for instance? The only thing I can think of is that the director really wanted an exotic vacation. How much do you want to bet that his next movie is about a family of Eskimos whale hunting in Belize?

I can’t think of a more welcoming place for racist slave traders with a boatload full of gold coins than a continent full of pissed off black people. Imagine if you were the spitting image of Hitler and you decided to move into a condo in Israel. I think the welcome would be pretty similar.

Anyway, forget about the treasure because it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the movie.

I’m not kidding. It’s like watching a version of “Jaws” with a basketball playing dog in it.

Dirk is salvaging a rare African statue with his wise cracking sidekick Al Giordino (Steve Zahn) when he rescues World Health Organization doctor Eva Rojas (Penelope Cruz) from assassins.

It seems that the assassins aren’t happy about Dr. Rojas’ attempts to treat a deadly epidemic that is coming out of an area in Mali during a civil war.

The thing about the disease is that it isn’t contagious (lucky for Dr. Rojas since she never wears a freaking face mask) and only a handful of people have turned up sick.

Dirk hears a tale about how 150 years ago the Sahara was lush farmland with winding rivers and how one day a “strange ship” appeared only to become shipwrecked stranding the crew.

Let me get this straight. You’re seriously trying to convince me that someone became shipwrecked in the most famous desert in history 150 years ago? Couldn’t you have made it at least on the coast?!! This has to be the most ridiculous plot I’ve ever heard of. Why not make the crew robotic pirate monkey babies if you’re going to be that stupid?

That’s the last time we’ll mention gold coins and treasure until the end of the movie by the way.

Bring in the basketball playing dog!!

From now on the movie is about a sleazy Frenchman, his Warlord buddy and some toxic waste.

This movie is also the laziest example of screen writing I’ve ever seen. How lazy? Imagine that you were shackled to a pickup truck liner out in the middle of the desert. Luckily for you, as the hours pass and you find yourself close to death you just HAPPEN to stumble across a toolbox in a vintage plane that crashed into a sand dune.

Then like MacGyver you miraculously inflate the tires and convert the wrecked plane into a giant windsurfer and you sail it back to civilization. Did I mention that they were close to death? If the plane had crashed outside of a Canadian Tire store the dead pilot would have been clutching an American Express gold card that they could have used.

Then there’s the whole toxic incinerator thing.

Spoiler alert!! I need to point out a HUGE GAPING hole or two in the logic of the film.

Ok, so if you’re still reading this you’re one of the unfortunate bastards who paid for the film.

Listen, if you have hundreds of barrels of toxic waste that you can’t dispose of properly because your solar powered incinerator isn’t working then why don’t you just put it in a bunker out in the desert?!! Even better, you could bury it in the sand!! It’s not going to rust you idiot because you’re in the DESERT!! You know, lots of sand, nothing around for miles in fact but… um… what do you call that sandy like substance that is lifeless?

Oh yeah, it’s called SAND!!

Of all the places that he can bury his toxic waste Mensa boy chooses to store it above an ancient underground river instead of a nice safe place where there isn’t any life to contaminate.

Any ideas of where else you could store some waste that wouldn’t kill anything?!!

I know, how about anywhere in the Sahara desert where there isn’t an ANCIENT UNDERGROUND RIVER!!!

If he walked 10 ft in any other direction he’d be pretty safe in not hitting any water but this guy finds the only river in the entire desert to build a dump over.

What are the odds?!!

Then our evil Frenchman decides that he must kidnap Dr. Rojas. Why does he do this? Uhhhh beats me. We all know that women really hate multi billionaire businessmen with their own helicopters so he must be really lonely. I’m sure that Mick Jagger is running a personal ad looking for 60 year old women to date as well. If Lemmy from Motorhead can get laid I’m sure this guy can get a second date with a woman without kidnapping her. I guess he was afraid of leaving her in the desert to die because she would have found catamaran and sailed it back to Buckingham Palace.

One last thing to ponder. If you knew about a shipwreck with a boatload full of gold in a 3rd world country what would you do? Would you buy 3 or 4 castles? Ok ok… lets say that the crew was diseased and that the rumor was that the ship was cursed. Now say that you’re a local farmer who sees this boat with a bunch of dead guys in it. How long would it be before you got tired of beating back crocodiles as you harvested rice from the riverbank and actually went to poke around?

Hell, the river is drying up. I’m thinking that there was a lot of unemployment in this region and everyone had a bit of down time. Cursed? Your river is gone. What have you got to lose?  

“Hey Mabutu? Want to to go and explore that ship with all that gold in it?”

“No, let’s just bury it with sand and kill a camel for lunch.”

“I have a better idea. Let’s drag it to an easily identifiable landmark and then carefully document it’s location.”

“This is the Sahara desert. How many easily identifiable landmarks are there? All I see are sand dunes!”

“What about that castle over there?”

“Where the hell did that come from? Don’t we live in a desert?”

“A desert with rivers my friend.”

“And castles… don’t forget the castles.”

“Castles with a boatload of gold just outside”

*Sigh*…. Where’s the basketball playing dog?

This movie is so stupid it defies logic.

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