A Review: Welcome To The Rileys

I remember when I first caught the sweet, rich smelling wind of this film being made; the cast and crew involved--and I got excited. Then I remember when Ebert posted his review of it after watching it at Sundance last January--and I felt a great of swell joy at his reaction.

See, if you are in fact a reader of my literature, then you would know that The Rog and me tend to see films and movies through the same or very similar set of eyes. So with his posting of his thoughts on the Jake Scott film (Son of Ridley Scott and Nephew to Tony; two producers on this) I was most pleased in deed. And now I am very inclined to agree with the man as well.

'Welcome To The Rileys' Trailer Drops

I first heard about this months ago, when it debuted at Sundance and made a huge splash with audiences in the pool of cool. Director Jake Scott was nominated for the Grand Jury Prize for Most Dramatic Film. I'm in love with The Sopranos, it may very well be the best show in the history of television. I'll argue that everyday I have left on earth. The best for a lot of reason, most notably, Gandolfini. (Do geeks like him because Gandolf is in his name? Is that good street cred with the Tolkin fans?)

 Anyway, the fuckin' trailer dropped today and then I dropped a deuce in ma pants! (Good thing I wear diapers) I-Hate-My-Life-Stewart is making all the right moves (not the silly Cruise movie) in her career outside of the bubblegum fantasy that enabled her to do so.
I am a most pleased analyst following her from film to film, to tween-scream-queen-madness-extravaganza, back to film again. This trailer is proof I picked a good youngin' to watch grow and grow 'til she's done with the game.

Kristen Stewart plays Mallory, a sixteen year-old stripper. James Gandolfini and Melissa Leo play a couple grieving over the loss of their daughter named the Rileys.

I'll be keeping you posted on anything new, but the only other thing you should know is this is coming out November 5th.

Munki pleasantly out.

P.S. I don't really wear diapers or have poo-poo problems 

A Review: The Twilight Saga: Eclispe

I'll start with this: David Slade better thank his lucky fuckin' stars for being able to make this, after his comments about how he'd rather take a bullet then see a screening of the original Twilight.  

Why Summit decided he was still a fine choice is beyond me. I'm sure they saw the obvious badassness of 30 Days of Night and figured, "Why the hell not, it was still a freaky fuckin' vamp movie. Was it not?" It was. Too bad Summit didn't let him inject that dreadful fear and grim atmosphere into this franchise's current installment.

But Wait! There's more!

A Review: The Runaways

No beginning credits. Only a single drop a blood on cement, cueing up "Roxy Roller" by Sweeny Todd in the background.

This drop of blood... is Cherie Currie's evidence of her inaugural period.

Today she is a now woman and rushes into the local fast food joint to clean up and switch panties with her sister.

The film opens with an unabashed, impudent attitude; this train of thought remains until the end. Just like the band itself.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Nice choice Floria.

A Review: The Twilight Saga: New Moon (Yeah... That's Right)

Oh, my, oh, my... The Twilight Saga. What a tangled web we weave Stephenie. Yeah, whatev. The DVD is out, I saw the first one in theaters last November and now this one is floppin' around. I am an amateur film analyst right? Plus, these movies, like or not, are a big part of the American Zeitgeist right now. I owe it to myself to review things, all things, when I find the time. As long as it's on film (even though I have a feeling they skipped on 35mm film stock and used bubblegum straight outa the pockets of 12 year girls) it's open to be reviewed. 

So let's get started shall we?