Showing posts with label my grandmother's movie reviews. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my grandmother's movie reviews. Show all posts

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Movies I saw in July: Megan 2.0, Jurassic World Rebirth

Theater poster for Megan 2.0.
I didn’t see a lot of movies in July, but the two I did catch last month continued a trend I am quite enjoying: No-nonsense women having the lead role.

The first was Megan 2.0 (7/01/2025, in the theater), which I will give a B+, mostly because it was exactly what I wanted, and even better than I expected. I did not see the first Megan movie because it looked too scary for my taste, but I gleaned that the sequel would be more my speed, happily discovering it is basically a female version of Terminator 2: Judgement Day, one of my all-time favorite movies.

Just like Terminator 2, Megan 2 has a mom forced to trust a machine that initially terrorized her. In the first Terminator movie, for instance, Linda Hamilton’s Sarah Connor was hunted by Arnold Schwarzenegger’s robot, but in the second, they team up to protect her son, as she realizes that the robot in many ways is even better at caring for the boy than a human father.

The mom (or aunt? I was never sure!) in Megan 2 realizes this as well, eventually forced to trust a machine that previously tried to kill her because it is the only way to protect the teen both want to keep safe. All in all, I enjoyed this mostly-female twist on Terminator 2, as Megan 2 was pretty short with a good story, good action, and just enough inside jokes in its banter to keep adults like me interested in a movie that is definitely geared toward a much younger crowd.

The second movie I saw in July was Jurassic World Rebirth (7/29/2025, in the theater) which I give a B-, a grade mostly earned by the presence of Scarlett Johansson, whom I’m glad to see has successfully engineered an action hero career. 

I enjoyed her playing the tough guy lead, as the other “tough guy” gets eaten as soon as the first dinosaur shows up. I also can’t help thinking her white tank top was a nod to the one Helen Hunt wore for most of Twister, and wonder if it will again make a humble undershirt the sexiest fashion accessory for women.

But surrounding the calm charisma of Johansson is a mostly dull mix of people and props, including a criminally underused Mahershala Ali and a slew of completely underwhelming special effects. Though the movie, produced by Steven Spielberg, was a lot like his original Jurassic Park movie with a big dose of Jaws and a small dose of Raiders of the Lost Ark mixed in, I still think all of the older movies, even the one made in 1975, had better effects than this 2025 movie.

Heck, just one shot of the T-Rex’s gigantic foot in the original Jurassic Park, released nearly 30 years ago in 1993, was better than all the T-Rex scenes in Rebirth. In fact, I sorta think JWR was not worth seeing on the big screen, as frankly both the napping T-Rex and its mutant cousin at the end would likely look much better on a smaller screen. And I definitely think that if this movie represents our film future, one full of the “magic” of AI but stripped of the magic of real, and really creative, effects, then I am very sad indeed.

One particularly disappointing scene has Dr. Loomis rappelling down a cliffside with supposedly gorgeous, but obviously fake, waterfalls in the background. Since about half of the YouTubers I follow could go to the jaw-dropping Burney Falls, a Grand Canyon like waterfall in Northern California, and easily film a better sequence without even having to break any park rules, there was no excuse for that scene to feel so canned.

Still, Rebirth had a lot of the best parts of Jurassic Park, like punishing (or rather, grinding in a set of huge teeth) people who care more about money than the dinosaurs, or even their fellow humans, but with the nice flip of having Sam Neil’s Dr. Grant, this time Dr. Loomis, be nerdier and less capable, often dependent on a woman for rescue.

Movies I saw in June with more no-nonsense women: Ballerina, Thelma. 

Finally, just for fun, here are my grandmother’s much shorter movie reviews for July of 1999:
  • 7/5/1999 “Notting Hill.” 4th time. (My grandmother obviously loved this movie, as she saw it more than 10 times in the theater, then bought the DVD and watched it countless more times. I remember at the time that we both liked the movie, but I don't remember her ever talking about why she LOVED it so much.)
  • 7/8/1999: “The General's Daughter.” Exciting. Lunch KFC in Aptos.
  • 7/10/1999: To show, “An Ideal Husband.” Trouble with audio.
  • 7/11/1999:  “Arlington Road.” Enjoyed, but Siskel & Ebert said “no.” Last 20 minutes bad, not logical.
  • 7/14/1999: “Ideal Husband.” Enjoyed, I think, but thought about bad breath, etc. Takes place in 1895.
  • 7/16/1999: To show, “Tea With Mussolini.” Good. Maggie Smith, Cher, Lily Tomlin, Judi Dench.
  • 7/18/1999: To show, “Notting Hill.” (5th)
  • 7/23/1999: Saw “Notting Hill.” 6th. Look for She!
  • 7/27/1999: To “Notting Hill,” 7th.
  • 7/28/1999: “The Haunting.” Over the top. Some intriguing preliminaries.
  • 7/29/1999: “Notting Hill.” (8th!)
  • 7/31/1999: Bought sound track of Notting Hill. Not too good.

Monday, June 2, 2025

Movies I saw in May: Mission Impossible 8, Columbus, Extraction & Extraction 2

Movie poster for MI:8.
The movies I saw in May included only one seen in the theater, one seen on DVD, and two seen on a streaming service:

Mission Impossible: Final Reckoning (In the theater). Grade: Solid B. I stopped watching the Mission Impossible movies after that ridiculous scene (maybe in the second installment?) where Ethan Hunt, played by Tom Cruise, and a foe are driving straight at each other on motorcycles, then both jump up and start grappling in midair – a sight that made my eyes stick in mid-roll for at least a week.

But I came back to the series for Mission Impossible: Fallout, which was enjoyable and certainly visually stunning, then found myself venturing back to the theater for Mission Impossible: Final Reckoning, though somehow I completely missed MI: Dead Reckoning, Part One. But no matter, they filled me in on all I missed from MI:7 with quite an exposition dump at the start of MI:8.

Final Reckoning is quite long, just a bit shorter than Oppenheimer. But while I never felt the length of Oppenheimer, I felt the length of this movie. A lot. The first hour is schlocky, the second hour slowly gets better before featuring the best sequence, which has Hunt diving into a sunken submarine and being forced to strip to his underwear again (I forget how many times total they showed us what great shape Cruise is still in), and the third hour has the best action, though it features a dueling-planes battle almost as ridiculous as the dueling-motorcycles one.

Columbus
(DVD, rented from the library) Grade: A. I don’t remember ever hearing about this movie, though it came out nearly 10 years ago in 2017. Maybe a lot of other people never heard about it, either, because it has possibly the least-intriguing cover art ever, something my husband described as “looking like a boring training video.”

And for some, the movie itself might be quite boring, as not much happens. Just a lot of soothing and artistic visuals interspersed with lots of talking, mostly between a young woman living in Columbus, Ohio, and a Korean man visiting the city because his father had a stroke during his visit and is still in the hospital there. The two main characters meet over a cigarette and strike up a friendship that changes each other's lives in that way only a chance encounter can do, as often you need a stranger to finally convince you to do the thing that everyone else, including your inner voice, have been telling you to do.

My only gripe about the movie is that if you decide to have a character's smoking be important to the plot, you should really make sure the person portraying that character can believably smoke. Otherwise, people like me get pulled out of the movie with every puff pulled off by someone who very obviously has never smoked cigarettes.

Extraction & Extraction 2 (Netflix originals) Both get an A-. I watched these out of order, because my husband said the second one was far superior. So of course I preferred the first one! Both are definitely worth a watch.

I enjoyed the characters and their relationships much more in the first movie, though the second one includes one of the best fighting scenes I have seen in a long time, with Chris Hemsworth's Tyler Rake fighting off an entire prison full of inmates attacking him with whatever they can find, and being saved multiple times by the woman he is “extracting,” who bravely whacks anyone she can reach with a shovel, her fists and her feet.

Having women join the fighting is my favorite thing about the second Extraction, as some of the most brutal and inventive hand-to-hand combat scenes feature Rake’s handler, played by the beautiful and badass Golshifteh Farahani, fighting off multiple attackers more than once after being cornered in seemingly-impossible situations.

So, wait: Maybe my husband was right after all, and the second was better? Impossible! Either way, this review will self destruct after reading.

Bonus: My grandmother’s reviews for the movies she saw in May of 2000:
Mumford, rented from Hollywood Video, recommended by (Roger) Ebert: “Enjoyable.”
Dreamed of Africa: No review
East/West: “Thought good.”
Center Stage: “Excellent.” (Justine here: I loved that movie, too!)
Small Time Crooks: No review, though she notes that Ebert liked it.

Movies I saw in April: Sinners, The Accountant 2

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Movies I saw in April: Sinners, The Accountant 2 and Havoc

Movie poster for Sinners.
The movies I saw in April were a very mixed bag, with the first being pretty dang perfect, the second pretty disappointing, and the third pretty much a complete waste of time.

The pretty dang perfect one was Sinners, starring Michael B. Jordan as Smoke and Stack, twin brothers who buy an old saw mill in 1930s Mississippi and spend one very eventful day turning it into a juke joint. Like a more musically inclined From Dusk Till Dawn with a pinch of Footloose and a handful of Mississippi Burning mixed in, this movie both looks and sounds great, especially one sequence that effortlessly blends many decades worth of music and dancing styles together into one masterful and gorgeous minute of cinema.

Also impressive was the job Jordan did portraying subtle differences in the twins' personalities, but even more impressive was how the filmmakers made it appear as if there were actually two of him on screen without relying on any of the cringe-worthy effects usually deployed when one actor plays dual roles.

The pretty disappointing movie was The Accountant 2, though likely mostly because of my own expectations. I loved the first movie so much that seeing the trailer for its sequel made me squeal out loud in the theater, and I can't remember being more excited for a second installment since maybe The Empire Strikes Back.

But while Empire is easily argued to be even better than the original Star Wars movie, I found nothing about The Accountant 2 that was even as good as the first, let alone better, as one trailer promised. But if you liked the relationship between the brothers that Ben Affleck and Jon Bernthal play in both movies, their few good scenes together could be enough to recommend this movie. Otherwise, the best thing it has to offer is Bernthal strutting around in his underwear.

As disappointing as The Accountant 2 was to me, however, it was a cinematic masterpiece compared to Havoc, a Netflix original starring Tom Hardy and Timothy Olyphant. The movie sounded so promising that it achieved the near-impossible feat of getting both my husband and me to agree on watching it, but the promise faded so quickly that we almost turned it off. And by the end I felt like I sat through a violent video game that I wouldn't want to play, let alone just watch being played.

And while Hardy and Olyphant can usually make even the most despicable cads charming, the only character I found worth rooting for in the movie was a young female cop with only a few scenes, though she did manage to star in just about the only scene I liked.

Movies I saw in March: Last Breath, Black Bag, Novocaine and The Substance.

Finally, here are four much shorter reviews my grandmother gave the movies she saw nearly 25 years ago in April of 1996:

  • Flirting with Disaster: "Gross, explicit."
  • James and the Giant Peach: "School is out, audience was riveted."
  • Last Summer in the Hamptons: "Good, felt real - not actors!"
  • Mulholland Falls: "Violent. Nolte and Melanie Griffith."