This is only for people who have already seen the movie.
The new movie, The Force Awakens, attempts to recover from the disastrously lame prequels by basically copying the first movie (A New Hope), complete with a hard scrabble ingenue on a desert planet who turns out to be strong with the Force, and an empire that builds a death star that must be taken out by a small group of insurgents, and an interplanetary multi-species bar prominently featured. While it is better than the prequels, and might even excite someone who’d never seen the first trilogy, it disappoints since it is a knock off of the original film.
Is it Hamill or Foster?
Somewhat boring and offensive is the bow to inclusivity. The hard scrabble ingenue in the original was Mark Hamill, who before the actor’s car crash and facial reconstruction was the eidos of blond twink (basically what Jodie Foster would have looked like if she were a real boy). Now the ingenue is female, played competently but not memorably by Daisy Riddle, as a kind of syfy Katherine Hepburn character (spunky, but not as witty, as Kate’s characters) , a sporty girl named Rey. The Hans Solo character, who only joins the resistance initially to impress a girl, is now black, played by John Boyega. (Gay people, and sexuality generally, are overlooked. It’s Disney. Those princesses may be many colors now but none of them are ever going to be male.)
Hepburnish Riddle
The old cast is brought in to give the film some zest, both Hans, Luke, and Leia (could the Jews behind this have picked more Aryan names?) and the droids R2D2 and CP3PO. The film is probably best summed up by the fact that Hans Solo is killed by his son, played by the poor boy who is Lena Dunham’s chew toy on the show Girls. That is how low the culture has fallen. Hans Solo killed by the vibrator of a little Obama piglet.
Here’s another review by a libertarian on Fandago:
I’m probably going to lose my last remaining friends behind this review, but I hated the new Star Wars–a phrase I thought I would never utter in a lifetime bookended by the defining space opera of our times. No spoilers here! And I feel bad, because I of course love Disney and I love J.J. Abrams (and George Lucas!), but this latest installment of the greatest franchise of all time was just a PC rehash of A New Hope, with familiar tropes thrown in to convince us this that is a Star Wars movie, with new characters but no back stories or opportunity to care about them. There was no story at all! In previous episodes, we got a New Hope, we got Revenge, we got Struck Back, we got Attack, and a Return of the Jedi. But at what point was the Force supposed to Awaken? I guess unless you count the moment when Daisy Ridley, whoever she is, gets a fierce glint in her eye. And for all misguided who think Empire was the best installment simply because Lucas didn’t direct it, I for one say give Lucas his $4 billion dollars back and let him direct the remaining movies (although with a better dialogue writer). A mystifying rehash isn’t a reboot, and it’s definitely not an Awakening.
Everyone and their mother is in Magic Mike XXL (edited but no longer directed by Steven Soderbergh). Especially if their mother is a little overweight or a recent divorcee.
Elizabeth Banks is in it, and she is also in every other movie out right now, includingLove and Mercy(which is a lot better than MagicMike) and Pitch Perfect 2 (which is a teeny bit better).
If you want to get a heterosexual guy to go to Magic Mike XXL, you can truthfully tell him that for about a minute and a half, Elizabeth Banks and Jada Pinkett Smith make out, their characters having apparently been lovers years before the events in this movie (or those of the first Magic Mike).
Banks play a slightly trashier and much more countrified version of the contest maven she plays in the Pitch Perfect movies, it’s just that now she is organizing male exotic dancers instead of college acapella groups. And MMXXL is about a third back story, filling in what went on in dancer Mike’s (Channing Tatum’s) life, before the first movie, including an affair he too had with the omnivorous Ms. Pinkett Smith.
One of the innovations of MMXXL over the original is just this multiculturalism: there are now black people and gays. Given the addition of black male dancers (ironically – or perhaps this is a marketing ploy to pull in TV viewers who otherwise would not see a dirty movie – daytime’s Michael Strahan from the Kelly and Michael show aka Regis, and “Twitch” from Ellen) it is somewhat jarring that the odyssey Mike and friends take on their journey from Tampa to Myrtle Beach takes them through Charleston, South Carolina.
And it is almost literally an Odyssey, with many parallels. The guys travel not from Mediterranean island to Mediterranean island, but from coastal beach town to coastal beach town. Their ship, a frozen yogurt food truck, crashes. They are rescued by an Athena-like Jada Pinkette Smith, who is a goddess of conniving, if not of wisdom (in one act the boys throw glitter on a poster, which sticks to invisible glue and then reads “The Goddess”). At one point the boys end up in a drag bar and dance in a style to make themselves appear gay – Circe becomes a drag queen and they become not pigs but femmie faggots. In another stop they visit a stripper club/brothel for a (mainly black) female clientele, where the owner, a beclawed Pinkette Smith, playing a slightly less homicidal version of her “Fish” character in TV’s Gotham, is like a Cyclops, ready to eat them – she makes Mike dance before the assembled clients to decide whether she will be his Cyclops or his Athena. In a third stop they go to the home of a girl they met who gave Adam Rodriguez’s character her number, and her mother, played by Andie McDowall, is a wealthy divorcee, social queen in a McMansion with a court of wealthy girlfriends, all drinking wine to forget their sorrows; on one stop Odysseus visits Helen (of Troy) and her husband, who serve nepenthe, a psychopharmacological drink, to help them forget the Trojan War.
But these boys aren’t smart like Odysseus; they barely know any words that aren’t four letter words. Their most elevated comments are when pretty Matt Bomer’s character launches into New Age flatulence about sexual and emotional healing. So the first third of the movie is kind of awful. Dirty looking boys with nice abs who aren’t that attractive, except for returning Joe Manganiello, who looks really good scruffy, and also turns out to be a better actor than the rest of them. (Manganiello, who starred in the HBO vampire show TrueBlood, at one point gets to make a joke about a rival group of contestants who have a stripper act where they are dressed as sexy vampires.)
But then the movie becomes a remake of Bring It On, with Tatum and Manganiello playing the Kirsten Dunst and Eliza Dushku characters, with the missing Matthew McConaughey being the cheerleader flick’s “Big Red.” They have to invent new choreography and win! When these characters follow Laura Ingraham’s advice and shut up and sing (and dance) the movie improves. Except it is still a sad world of stupid men who make unloved women, some morbidly obese and some distraught divorcees, happy with their gifts, which are almost exclusively physical.
There are other fun bits. Matt Bomer sings nicely, making you think, because he’s prettier, if he learned to tell a joke he might threaten Neil Patrick Harris for top Hollywood gay guy. Amber Heard is good in a small role, playing a blond version of a Winona Ryder type character.
Where Magic Mike XXL is Homer’s Odyssey, Terminator Genisys is Plato’s Republic.
The totalitarian artificial intelligence in all the previous entrants in the Terminator franchise was Skynet, an apocalyptic genocidal evil foisted on us by greedy corporations and militaristic governments, too shortsighted to worry about what an AI entity would do, just as they were too shortsighted to think the Pentagon maybe should be guarded by anti-aircraft weapons.
But in the new Terminator, Skynet uses time travel to continually evolve, or create alternate time streams, like founding new cities in Platonic thought experiments in the search for Justice. And Skynet re-engineers time so that it instead enters history as a consumer product, Genisys (an evil Genie in a bottle?), that everyone must have, like the latest Apple product (in the film there are one billion pre-orders). In the Republic the conversants actually found a simple, just, edenic city toward the beginning of Plato’s dialogue, kind of egalitarian, libertarian, and vegetarian. But then one of them decides that in the perfect city, besides the simple, healthy food, there must also be relish, and away they go, until they end up in a weird totalitarian society where the ruling class steals your kids, but doesn’t know which of the communally raised children are its own children, and also has no property, as well as all sharing the same gym and bathroom facilities no matter what their gender or sexual orientation, where they are all required to exercise naked together. Kind of like America today. In this movie, Skynet/Genisys must have been reading a digital library including Mary Wollstonecraft, Leo Strauss, and Leon Kass. It creates a third model of Terminator, not the old Schwarzenegger model, nor the living liquid metal model, but a fused human/machine version. In TG, the new AI entity offers to borg humanity with nanotechnology, improving it, along the lines of the Ilia character played by the (late) actress Persis Khambatta in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. If you like all the other Terminator movies you will like this one too. They do handle the time travel conundrums well, and they explain why when the human heroes jump to 2017 their Terminator guardian, played by Arnold Schwarzenegger, who has been waiting for them for 23 years, is now an old, gray haired, man. But for syfy fans, I think the current CBS offerings, Halle Berry’s/Steven Speilberg’s EXTANT, Rachelle Lefevre’s/Stephen King’s Under the Dome, and James Patterson’s Zoo, all deliver more punch.
Healthier beef, and more realistic servings, are provided by Guy Pearce in Results. It’s a somewhat low budget movie set in Austin, Texas, tracking the lives and loves of a fitness center owner who is a personal trainer, his staff, and their clients. Like Tatum or Schwarzenneger, Pearce is built. Like Schwarzenegger he has played action villains (Iron Man 3), and like Tatum he has played to the gay audience (long ago, in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.)
This is a good date movie, especially for people who like indie films. One of the remarkable features is Cobie Smulders, who looks strikingly like Jennifer Connelly, except with a very weirdly unattractive, though perhaps memorable, name.
Jurasslick Park – Scientists recreate neanderthal and cro-magnon humanoids so sex tourists can partake in inter-species orgies on a secluded island; starring Jeff Goldbloom, Ron Jeremy, Sharon Stone, and Lena Dunham as “Gurga.” Directed by Bryan Singer.
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The Insomniac Libertarian 