It's as if the writer, Judd Apatow, of this "movie" had several jokes, mostly about balls, and decided to craft a whole LONG movie around scrotem jokes ( spelled wrong- had to fool the censor). Bad idea. Adam Sandler is supposed to be dying from cancer but his performance never gives any real credibility. Leslie Mann is bland and adds nothing. Many of the scenes in the movie come off as overly fabricated and pretentious. The actors wear tee shirts with different dumb sayings thorough out....it is juvenile. As is this movie.
1/3 funny, 1/3 stupid, 1/3 just plain blah. Maybe 10 minutes of good material here woven into 88 minutes. Many of the scenes just feel too forced and pretentious.
Moon is a tedious, monotonous story with only one actor throughout. I kept waiting for Kevin Spacey to appear only to find out that he was simply the voice of a robot (wonder how much they paid him for this easy voice over gig). The story attempts to give us a lesson in morality about human cloning. It's a flop. Some things in the plot didn't make sense to me which is never a good thing. I'll skip the Diprivan; this is a real sleep inducer by itself.
A rather formulaic chick flick. Several cute funny moments but nothing hilarious. Sandra Bullock plays a stern, no nonsense Canadian executive working in New York who has to find a man to marry to remain in the country or be deported. She hooks up of course with a handsome type to get a fiance visa. I guess a short, old, ugly, bald Mister big belly would not do. She finds out that when emotions are involved, it is more than just a business deal and the two fall in love.
I am not an expert on the horror genre but do enjoy a good horror flick once in a while. This one seemed to have all the ingredients necessary for horror along with a number of entertaining, comedic moments. Storyline is that an old hag gets infuriated when her house loan goes into default. Seems the old hag cannot handle the everyday stresses of life and puts a curse on the cute female loan officer and the mayhem and body fluids start a spurtin' all over Los Angeles. The ending contained an interesting twist but to get there in all of 97 minutes, the story dragged me halfway to HeL.
Put this on a continuous loop, send it over to Gitmo to show the prisoners over and over and this heap of culloid trash will make the perfect torture. The detainees would crack in no time. No plot, unexciting, meaningless dung along with weak acting to the point where it seemed some of the "actors" were looking directly into the camera lens like it was a home video. I give this a no star rating and into the celluloid junk heap of eternity never to be heard from again.
Engrossing self analysis starring only Mike Tyson exploring his own psyche. Only flaw is the use of split screens at several points which I found distracting and of no benefit.
Whoever wrote this story used up the entire writing arsenal to try and pull at the old heartstrings. The attempt comes off as pretentious and forced. The premise is about a young boy and old man's friendship and the boy's search for life after death. Throw in a few other plot nuances for good measure and it still is not palatable. Some of the British dialog is so heavy you almost wish for subtitles. Nope, throw this one into the celluloid trash heap of eternity.
Why do they make junk like this? Better for the whole film crew to roll up their sleeves and at least be productive to society and fill in pot holes. The story is convoluted, pretentious and a big bore. If anyone tells you otherwise, take them to the hospital for a series of shock treatments.