Joe and Julie

Apparently blogging can be hard business, because I am pretty scarce at it.

Well, let's get on to a couple of movies I just saw, classic examples of cinematic bile.

GI JOE

Starring that insufferable guy who dances in movies all the time, and a few busty females, this movie is perfect if you need to find a way to self-induce a coma. Be prepared to suspend your belief, lose your hearing, and perhaps, even your faith in good script writing. There are more clichés in here than…well…I have ever seen before. If you combined the worst parts of Star Wars (new versions), Ironman, and You Got Served, I'm pretty sure you land somewhere near GI JOE. However, there are enough explosions and ninjas in the movie to make it palatable to watch till the end.

Bottom Line: Like a good rollercoaster, mildly nauseating.

 

Julie and Julia

Based on a blogger who is way too obsessed about herself and Julia Childs. I just don't understand how becoming unhinged enough to become emotionally dependant on a cook book's author makes a good story, but apparently Hollywood thought so. Although we follow modern day Julie and old school Julia (Childs) through their supposedly parallel adventure and subsequent self-expression through cooking, there is little in the way of similarity between the two figures. The most outstanding factor being that with-the-times Julie is completely dysfunctional. The only interesting bit is the unsatisfying jaunt through a constantly crowing Julia Child's efforts to write and publish her first cook book. The acting is done well, though is hindered by a subpar premise to begin with.

Bottom Line: You paid for the filet, but got a sirloin. It's still meat though, right?

 

As always, I promise to write more soon. Goodnight Saigon.