It’s funny, fitting, and sort of cruel that Ant-Man’s version of the Wasp is named Hope.
San Diego Comic-Con. Hall H. Land of excitement, exclusives — and absurdly long lines. All weekend, thousands of geeks waited to get into one of Comic-Con’s famous Hall H panels. By Thursday, the line stretched almost a mile and a half across the waterfront. Meanwhile, tucked into an obscure corner of the San Diego Convention Center with no line whatsoever, a panel took place that explained exactly why all those fans were waiting in the first place.
Last night, I saw a comedy, Judd Apatow’s Trainwreck. And the man sitting next to me clapped 24 different times.
Arnold Schwarzenegger has you fooled. He’s convinced you he’s nothing more than a catchphrase generator. A bodybuilder, not a brainiac. A nostalgia act trapped in the past.
There’s an old expression about how “one person’s trash is another person’s treasure.” Truer words were never spoken about the world of movies. Art is completely subjective and there really is no accounting for taste. As an open-minded guy who believes everyone is entitled to their opinion, I’m willing to accept almost any argument in favor of a movie; I may not agree with it, but I’d never deny someone their right to express themselves. The only argument I automatically reject on principle is “turn off your brain.” If the only way to enjoy something is to turn your brain off, then it probably isn’t very good.
The good movies are supposed to come out in the second half of the year. January through June, that’s the dumping ground; the crap that was so toxic it had to get buried in the winter, followed by the empty-headed excitement of summer blockbuster season.
Jurassic World just had the biggest opening weekend of all time, so yeah, there’s going to be a sequel. And yeah, there’s no way Universal is going to going to wait 14 years like they did after Jurassic Park III. They’re not even going to wait four years like they did after the first two movies. They are going to fast track this thing like you wouldn’t believe. Expect a Jurassic World sequel in two years, maybe three.
When viewers head to the theater to watch Jurassic World this weekend, they’ll find a movie that transports them, almost literally, back to the first Jurassic Park. Colin Trevorrow’s new film is a sequel to Steven Spielberg’s 1993 original — and only that film. In an interview with ScreenCrush, when Trevorrow was asked about whether his movie pretended The Lost World: Jurassic Park and Jurassic Park III never happened, Trevorrow explained, “Our film is just more of a direct sequel to the original Jurassic Park.” He made a similar comment to Yahoo! Movies; he told them the earlier sequels “aren’t being written out of continuity so much as placed to the side, as they both unfolded on a different island.”
Every movie fan has that moment that transforms them from a casual viewer into a full-blown fanatic. It’s the screening that resonates with them for the rest of their life, where you enter the theater and re-emerge a few hours later as a fundamentally different person. They will probably never reach that high again, but that’s okay. The moment was your moment. That screening was your screening. That movie was your movie. Your name may not be in the credits, but it belongs to you.
Any horror movie fan can tell you about this scene. A character, whether it be the blank-faced heroine or the ill-fated, bumbling cop, is investigating a noise. Or they’re searching for their friend/partner who said they would be right back and then weren’t. As they conduct a seemingly monotonous search, the film’s sound design goes silent. The score slips away. It’s quiet. Too quiet. Something bad is going to happen. The film is telegraphing something horrible. Something big! And then a cat suddenly leaps out of the darkness with a vicious “meeerow!” because that’s what cats do in horror movies.