Over the last few days, in between spring cleaning and sucking back Cadbury easter eggs, I’ve watched a few movies in an attempt to rescue our PVR from the crushing weight of so many hours recorded:
The Last Winter (imdb | rotten tomatoes) started off reasonably well by building tension in a remote Alaskan oil field, but to borrow a phrase from Western Canadian hockey fans: holy man did it ever die. It took a nose dive of truly epic proportion right around the time that [spoiler alert, but it’s so ridiculous that you wouldn’t believe me anyway] the giant ghost moose showed up. Yeah, you read that right. I guess it might’ve been an elk or caribou, but it was definitely some kind of giant green ghostly quadriped with antlers. I think they tried to pass it off as Windigo, but…yeesh. Not even Connie Britton in her underwear could salvage this. I am stunned that it scored 79% on Rotten Tomatoes.
Similar pattern for Hancock (imdb | rotten tomatoes) which started off funny and kind of interesting, then got dumb, then got cheesy. Will Smith had lots of good lines at the beginning but then…droop mope yawn boring.
Fortunately The Fountain (imdb | rotten tomatoes) didn’t follow the same pattern as the other two films. Actually, it didn’t follow any pattern. I’m still processing it, to be honest, and I think it’ll take me a few days to figure out whether or not I liked it. It certainly felt like an accomplishment, to weave those three stories together so tightly…I just struggle with whether the stories were good. Whether they should have been woven together. I also struggle with how Hugh Jackman seems to constantly act as if he’s on a broadway stage, in that over-enunciating, shouting for the back of the house, bare your teeth kind of way. Anyway, that’s a different topic. I guess the fact that it’s stuck with me for several hours says something. Those other two films faded like like a fart in the mist.