It’s not the worst, as group-of-dudes comedy sequels go. We’re not talking Ghostbusters II here. But of course, we weren’t talking Ghostbusters to begin with. We were talking The Hangover. So this is a little weird: It’s like expecting more and less at the same time.
Orlando Bloom and his guilty-by-association co-star Keira Knightley have mercifully walked the plank. Finally, the fourth installment of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise has found its way toward coherence.
Korean filmmaker Lee Chang-dong’s latest, a Cannes Film Festival
screenplay prizewinner last year, opens on an effortlessly lyrical
moment. Only after we determine that, yes, a dead teenage girl is
indeed floating face-down in the river on this otherwise lovely day,
does the title fade in: Poetry.
Not every movie must be driven by characters. Some may be shoved forward against their will by a Chemical Brothers soundtrack. Or so hopes director Joe Wright (The Soloist), who now brings us the steadily grooving but swiftly degenerating faux-fairy-tale revenge thriller or gangling music video known as Hanna.
Surely no offense to Anne Hathaway and James Franco was intended when some bloggers revived the idea that Kevin Spacey ought to host next year’s Oscars. It might not be a bad idea. After all, he’s pretty much gone to seed as an actor.