At this point I’m just glad we’re (apparently) getting a Godzilla movie that actually features Godzilla for more than a combined fifteen or twenty minutes.
And I know that that’s selfish of me but when I go see a movie titled ‘Godzilla’ I don’t think it’s asking too much to see the damn huge lizard pretty regularly.
And while I’m on the the topic of ‘not seeing,’ where the hell is Bradley Whitford? His name is displayed prominently on the poster, yet he’s nowhere to be seen in the trailer.
I’m also not sure the entire environmental thrust of the trailer is going to go over particularly well with those Americans inclined to support President Trump because the idea that we’re at all responsible for the problems the world faces (like climate change) are apparently anathema to them.
Much to my surprise, I enjoyed the first teaser for Shazam out of San Diego Comic-Con.
And while I still think Zachary Levi–visually speaking–isn’t a great choice for the role (he’s just not, physically speaking, massive enough, making the copious amount of muscle padding he has to wear look more goofy than heroic. This is particular odd when you consider that Dwayne Johnson would be an ideal Shazam because he actually has the physique to pull it off with a bare minimum of padding) he seems game with the whole Big-with-superpowers idea that underpins the movie.
It’s also good that the DCEU seems to have finally realized that different movies can have different tones–which should be fairly obvious to anyone that loves the characters of the DC Universe as much as Zach Snyder claims to.
Let me be clear: I think Zach Snyder ruined the DCEU (which isn’t for a moment to imply that he did it alone. He had plenty of help from executives that were apparently so ignorant of their own IP that they let Snyder–whom no matter what he says in public does not like these characters–ruin them for likely years to come).
His vision was–on the whole–nihilistic, ugly and clearly pessimistic (which shouldn’t a shock considering Snyder is apparently a fan of Ayn Rand); which leads to James Wan’s Aquaman, a movie I care less about for the title character than it features Black Manta, who ranks among my favorite DC Comics villains.
Though I can see what Wan is trying to do. The world his Aquaman occupies seems lush and beautiful, and visually closer Guardians Of The Galaxy than anything from the DCEU thus far.
But the question is, is it enough?
I don’t think so. So, while I don’t think Aquaman will be a failure, I do expect it to underwhelm at the box office because we have literally been given no reason to care about Arthur Curry as a character.
The Season Two trailer for Marvel’s Iron Fist dropped at San Diego Comic-Con and it’s…okay and manages to tell us relatively little about the upcoming season.
And that’t okay because who wants any surprises spoiled this early (though Iron Fist had better wear a comic-accurate costume. At this point we need something to link these ‘street level heroes’ to the greater Marvel Universe than just knowing that they’re characters from Marvel Comics)?
Which reminds me of what many apparently thought was the problem with Season One, namely it felt that Danny Rand/Iron Fist was a secondary character in his own story.
He felt too indecisive and ending up being the least interesting character in the series–in HIS series–which is never a good thing.
As a result, Scott Buck is no longer the showrunner–though it took Marvel Television head Jeph Loeb long enough to notice that it wasn’t working–having been replaced by Raven Metzner (Elektra–interesting and scary at the same time, Falling Skies, Sleepy Hollow, Heroes Reborn)..
I’ve got to hand it to M. Night Shyamalan because for a man who’s career was teetering on the abyss not too long ago he’s come back in spectacular form.
And who’d thought that being given less money to make movies would be a HUGE reason why.
When you take into account Lady in the Water, The Last Airbender, The Happening (who’s issue was less one of budget than only a megalomaniac would’ve committed to such a dopey premise in the first place) and After Earth, the best thing that could have happened to Shyamalan was his association with Jason Blum, who’s known for producing movies on a shoestring budget.
The first film in their association was The Visit, and while story-wise you could see where it was going a mile off, it was genuinely entertaining and a palate cleanser for the former enfant terrible.
Which brings us to Glass, the sequel to 2000’s Unbreakable which brings characters from that movie and 2016’s Split together in what’s likely to be an explosive confrontation.
Though can someone please tell Shyamalan that superhero movies are pretty common now so–unlike with Unbreakable–he doesn’t have to play it coy.
When I heard that Netflix was releasing a new horror movie I went a little psycho (in the best possible way).
Then I learned it was called Ghoul I dared to think that maybe something wicked this way would come and touch me with some horror movie goodness.
Then I learned it was Indian–not Native American, who though underrepresented have some really good entries in the horror genre (Creepshow 2, Bone Tomahawk, etc)–but instead as in India the country (where apparently no movie is complete unless at some point someone is singing and dancing).
Now I’m probably generalizing more than a little bit though the thing is I’ve seen enough examples of it that I’m turned off by Indian-made horror films.
Which is a bit of a problem because at first glance it sounds like I’m asking for Indian movies to be the same as American ones, except in an Indian milleu and I’m not (not exactly, at any rate).
What I’m asking is less than a sanitized version of an American movie than an Indian one that touches upon the things that keep them up at night.
And hopefully don’t involve either dancing or singing.
And the Ghoul trailer? Not a dance to be seen.
I didn’t see the first Goosebumps because–in hindsight–I don’t believe in horror for children.
By which I mean I grew up in the Seventies and distinctly remembering going to the theater with my brothers and some friends to see Arnold.
I haven’t seen it since but recall it revolving around a dead guy marrying a very live woman (!)–I assume for his money–and how everyone around them was dying by violent means.
I particularly recall a lady likely having her worse day ever due to acid placed in her face cream (why didn’t it burn her hands? That’s a question I’d certainly ask now but as a youngster? It didn’t even occur to me).
Though I also realize that if I were to see it today I’d likely consider it to be very, very tame.
As I left the theater in tears little did I realize that it would be my gateway drug into horror movies.
I also have quite fond memories of The Blood On Satan’s Claw
Would I have felt the same if either movie were geared toward the younger set? Maybe? Maybe not but it was the shock of what I saw that really got my synapses firing and turned barely a spark of interest into a life-long appreciation of a typically under appreciated genre.