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Beatfully executed parody of the Olympic games, with animated animals
as the athletes, coaches, sports announcers and other characters.
Imitation is the sincerest form of adulation, and this affectionate
satire is as much a tribute as it is a satire to the Games.
All the signature elements that we've seen over the years of network coverage of the Olympics are sent up in sweet and playful fashion, and the animal versions of the wide array of both Summer and Winter events are applied ingeniously. Even those bio/interview spots they always do on athletes to show you the arrogant, the hopeful, the ones who "carry the dreams of a nation," and so on; it's all here.
It's put together to mirror the real thing so well, with some amusing and lovable characters. Gilda Radner's classic Bawbwa Wawa impression is utilized perfectly as a wacky sportscaster, and the voice talents doing Jim McKay and Howard Cosell had them down perfectly. Many of the athletes are colorful and cleverly written in spite of their brief screen appearances. Probably best is the recurring marathon story which eventually unfolds a sweet subplot with a cool and unexpected happy ending.
Copies are hard to find; but this rare treasure is worth the looking.
Similar in spirit, theme, and approach to an old Robert Young TV movie
from the '70's called All My Darling Daughters, where a loving Dad
faces the bizarre circumstance of preparing for a triple wedding
ceremony of his daughters. Vaguely similar to Father of the Bride, but
the manic hysteria of the Dad is removed in this lower-key approach.
Everybody's rich, and this film spares you from the rich jerks cliché. Everybody in the movie is the kind of a person you might like to have as a friend, even the one oddball in the bunch. There's gentle and tender sentiment, with just enough pratfalls to keep the light hearted intent intact. Nothing is overdone for cheap laughs, except maybe the yoga scene. The closeness of the sisters to one another, and with the parents: very sweet and believable. And it was nice to see Karen Valentine acting again.
Overall, a sweet diversion that's very human and makes no pretenses.
Brazenly ridiculous. It has little to do with the self-satirical
original Lake Placid, other than the name. For whatever reason,
somebody thought the bargain-basement LP2 warranted a sequel, or a
remake, or whatever. So there's yet another generation of these hungry
Except for Michael Ironside as the quintessential skeptic hick sheriff, and the guy from Eureka poking fun at his Eureka character, the acting is laughably amateurish. The teen actors fare worst; when the girls scream, the shrill noise they emit sounds like an old Talking Tina doll with a broken speech mechanism. The laughable teen soap opera plot doesn't help the paper-thin throw-away characters, either. The knife-wielding nut wasn't bad, considering the outlandish cliché she got stuck with. Don't get me started on that latchkey kid and his weird problems. Throw-away characters have "gator meal" stamped on their heads at all times.
Could the director explain why the gators always grab people's shoes, and drag them for 20 minutes before they decide whether to kill them or not? Do they like to nibble on shoes?
Go in with a "laugh at dumb it is" MST3K attitude, and there'll be a few moments that will not disappoint.
The claustrophobic setting of the story is the best thing this movie
has going for it. It's a typical unthinking killing machine monster
flick, and seizes material from similarly themed older movies, but it's
good enough to kick back with some microwave popcorn and watch.
It's in the Arctic or Antarctic somewhere and a group of scientific investigators at an outpost out there find themselves at the mercy of a weird being that looks like Jack Frost's evil twin. It feeds on energy, so it likes fire and labs and people and stuff. Characters get knocked off in the order painted on their foreheads, while the remaining ones try to figure out a way to get rid of the thing in time. Their only clue on how to do this: a century-old diary.
The acting and direction for a low budget movie are pretty decent, and the movie has its moments. Overall not bad, considering it was free.
What are they shooting for here? Whatever it was, they missed. Fifth
Element attempts to marry sci-fi adventure with slapstick comedy, but
falls prey to a director and cast that can't wait to show you the funny
stuff they can do.
An everyday man type guy (Bruce Willis) is our hero, called upon to save the Earth. It's yet another instance where the audience gets smothered by an avalanche of "other-movie references," which forgets to build its own story or identity. There is a plot, and the cast even seem to be trying to make the most of this thing, but all this is lost amidst the muddled confusion.
The comedy relief guy (Chris Rock, probably wishing he had a better agent) is intolerable, more grating than fingernails on chalkboard. This tired cliché stereotype swishing around is so awfully unfunny that it must have been the inspiration for the despised Jar Jar Binks a few years later. Mila Javovich is refreshingly better than any of her co-stars, but the script offers insufficient development of her pivotal character. The main bad guy seems to be trying to mix Bugs Bunny with Hannibal Lecter; the result is as bizarre as you might expect.
The ending is so hastily pasted together it's embarrassing. The film has moments but its desperate attempt to have you rolling in the aisles will only have you rolling your eyes in dismay.
Marvelous on every level; Toy Story 3 exemplifies the true spirit of
movie making. Just a joy to watch, and a pleasant gem to think and talk
about afterword. The Toy Story franchise is arguably the best at
maintaining its freshness. Same concept, story arc, and characters, but
each chapter has its own personality and theme.
This film's sentiment reminded me of a piece of poetry I read as a child I've never forgotten; it spoke of the plight of some abandoned toys in a child's bedroom. With heart-wrenching warmth, it described each toy's faithful and longing vigil as they all awaited the return of the child who had once made their lives so joyful, but who had "one day, disappeared." Had the child died? In a way; the child was gone forever, having made that inevitable passage to adulthood. In the same way, Andy, no longer the little boy who once took Buzz and Woody on wild fantasy adventures, is moving on to his adult life (college).
There is a very healthy mixture of all the elements that have made the Toy Story characters so endearing. The topical humor is still top-notch caliber, but they also capture your heart this time with heart felt sentimentality. They show a deep caring for one another that is not only refreshing to see, but believably and sweetly presented. More than once, characters stick their necks out to help one another. Big Baby was a wonderful addition to the group; anybody who doesn't feel anything during Baby's cries of anguish needs to get a heart transplant.
It's a spectacular collaboration of vivid artwork, exquisite visuals, ingenious plot development, penetrating emotion, and excellent voice talent. Fine movies always have memorable moments, and this film has plenty: The back-stories are tenderly told. The toxic dump sequence is an astounding grand finale of emotion, action, and suspense. The scene featuring Andy and Bonnie is inspired. The final image is deeply moving. This film not only lives up to the lofty standards the franchise has already established for itself, it even exceeds them. The best art is that which paints an image of the human condition with truth and beauty. Toy Story is all that and more.
Recommended for anyone. This is the kind of movie that you stay in the theater after it's over for a few moments, hoping for more.
At least you get to see the star monster a little more often in this
sequel than the first time out. Still not enough creature screen time
though. The film instead spends a lot of time with the "nobody believes
the hero when he says there's a monster" bit.
A big city gets it again: the creature visits New York to watch the July 4 fireworks extravaganza. He takes up residence in the river, and occasionally attacks. Acting isn't really bad; for example, the children on the bus really do seem frightened. The leads make the most of the script they're given. Some of the attacks are played silly and with indifference; it's not clear if you're supposed to care about characters or not. The set-up for the final attack takes way too long (with some dumb stuff hammered in), and then you see more of a fireworks display rather than monster action.
Routine creature feature; good enough if you have nothing else to do.
Slapstick run amok is about the closest that human speech can come to
describing this movie. As it careens in random directions, you scratch
your head trying to figure out what's going on, and wondering if you
missed something. It's worth a laugh, at least on the level of laughing
at how amateurish and childish it is.
The Pee Wee Herman look-alike act-alike screaming with that exaggerated shrill voice at cover-the-ears intensity reaches the pain threshold at times. His acting is fine, but the director has him going over the top way too often. At anything. Every scene.
Here's the deal: a bumbling but gifted computer geek gets tapped to be on the first manned landing on Mars. Don't ask. With two other people and a chimp (no, really). The chimp mugs, and so does quasi-Pee-Wee. When he's not screeching that is. Pee Wee from the Mars lander gets the whole world to sing campfire songs: I'm surprised somebody didn't just shoot him down. More goofy stuff happens on the voyage, each joke dumber than the last.
The likable cast makes the most of the low-brow material. This one's only popcorn filler stuff, though.
A confused muddle of whatever is supposed to be going on. The outer
planets of the solar system get hit by a super-nova's solar flare or
something. We're next, but never fear: astronomer Dr. Kelvin (get it?)
is on the job to save us all (apparently single handedly). Ehh? Never
mind; let's move on. There's some stuff about arguing scientists, a
mole conspirator, fallout, electro-magnetism, and archive Space Shuttle
Nothing makes any sense at all in this plot, and whatever the writer had in mind never made it to the screen. All you'll see is Kelvin's wife and daughter dodging lightning, earthquakes, explosions, etc. out in the desert somewhere, with a car that always veers off the road and breaks down every five minutes or so. Lots of their Perils of Pauline problems, but you'll never see any of the global catastrophes that are supposed to be going on. What was up with driving a truck about ten feet in order to escape assassins? lol. Finally, there's an ending that is comically impossible in light of what you see immediately before.
The film suffers from a zero budget, and you will too if you watch this.
This little oddball film from the mid 60's is hard to characterize. In
the days just before the attack on Pearl Harbor, a nerdy, winsome
misfit who is yet very amiable and loved by others, feels something
just isn't right about his life. He interacts far more effectively with
the little marine creatures inhabiting the aquarium in his house, than
he does with his wife, friends, and co-workers.
Nobody but Don Knotts (doesn't that slightly knotted-up Knotts face slightly resemble a fishy to begin with? lol), could have pulled off a way-out live action/animation fantasy comedy like this. That high-pitched, nasally voice talent of his fits this role to a tee. Limpet sees (what he perceives to be) the carefree life of a fish, and wishes with all his might to be one of them. Presto, change-o, morpho! Welcome to the Atlantic a new bespectacled fish that has a unique ability that comes in handy for survival and in other ways you simply won't expect.
Odder still than all of that is the way the plucky little fish finds himself enmeshed in the naval battles of World War II. Although WW2 would seem like a stark place to set a fantasy comedy, this wacky little film manages to take all these elements and run with them for playful laughs. I'm not sure how I (or anybody else) would handle seeing a friend talking from the water as a fish, and the supporting cast are all perfect in the humorous "playing down" reactions they have to this bizarre situation.
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