This one’ll be a rollickin’ fun chase-caper with a sense of suspense and excitement that made flicks like THE MALTESE FALCON and THE ITALIAN JOB classics, along with a little modern CHARLIE’S ANGELS/BOURNE IDENTITY flavor.
The trailer for the new X-Men movie was released yesterday, and it actually looks quite good. This doesn’t tell any long-time readers of my stuff anything, though, because it is well-known that I am easily entertained. I know how hard it is to produce a good story in a collaborative medium, and I know well-intentioned creators don’t wake up in the morning, enthusiastically greeting the day so they can half-ass some story for you. So I try to find things to like in even obviously weak or failed entertainments, because somebody was working hard even if it all doesn’t come together at the end.
Faithful readers of the Lost-era Spectacularry will well remember EJ Feddes, he of the erudite mien and scapel-like deftness of pen. Having traded a bunch of emails with the lad, I felt confident enough after having seen Inception to send him a missive unto the ether and tell him he’d probably love it, too:
It may come as no surprise to those who know me well that I am a big ol’ romantic sap. I will take hearts and flowers over broads and bullets any day, no matter how much I may personally enjoy the action and the adventure. Those who nod sagely at this “Dichotomy of Lar” may well remember the story I did in Proof of Concept called “Zombie Dinosaur.” Now, clearly, given my proclivities, a story with “zombie” and “dinosaur” in the title (and even right next to each other) puts an undeniable taste on the audience’s tongue. And, yes, because I deliver as promised, there were undead T-Rex’s rampaging about the landscape. But the main point of the story (to me at least) was the main scientist asking the main soldier about the wedding ring he took and put on a chain around his neck every time he made a drop.
very expensive garbage
“little big man” / “dances with wolves” in “jurassic park” meet luke, han and the death star on 9-11.
script writer had the easiest job in hollywood, write bathroom sounds for pages on end.