Tomorrowland - B+

Starring George Clooney, Britt Robertson, Raffey Cassidy, Hugh Laurie, Tim McGraw.
Screenplay by Brad Bird, Damon Lindelof, and Jeff Jensen.
Directed by Brad Bird.

Rated PG for sequences of sci-fi violence, action, and peril, and for some language. IMHO, it should be a PG-13. Many scenes could be very scary for younger grade schoolers.

I absolutely love many things about Tomorrowland but the film as a whole falls short of the greatness it could have and should have achieved. I may likely watch it several more times over the years and there are elements that will always touch and inspire. But I know many others will find it disappointing in the extreme (especially the ending) and move on. And I can't really blame them.

It's hard to review this movie without spoiling it because so much of the plot hinges on mystery and big reveals. So you are forewarned.

What's so disappointing about the movie? Here it comes. The biggest spoiler yet: Tomorrowland doesn't really exist. At least not fully. The characters never actually go there. The utopian vistas and gleaming cities that Casey sees when she touches the pin are, as Frank puts it, just a commercial for a place that was never completed. "An invitation to a party that was canceled."

And that's the gamble that Brad Bird takes in this movie. He stakes the film on the hope that you won't get pissed off when the climax of the story turns out to be a speech. A speech telling you that only you have the power to make Tomorrowland happen. Hollywood can't do it for you. So stop being cynical and lazy. If you want to see it, don't go to the movies. Get out and start creating it. The end.

As cinematically dull as this sounds, I'm just enough of a dreamy idealist to buy into it. But many people may howl in disdain and demand their money back.

Man of Steel (B+)

Starring Henry Cavill, Amy Adams (PBA), Russell Crowe, Michael Shannon, Diane Lane (PBA), Kevin Costner, Laurence Fishburne, Antje Traue, Ayelet Zurer, Harry Lennix, Richard Schiff, and Christopher Meloni.
Screenplay by David S. Goyer
Directed by Zack Snyder.

Rated PG-13 for prolonged intense sequences of violence, action and destruction, and for some language.

It's impossible for me to write objectively about a Superman movie. Especially one I've anticipated as long as this one. A friend asked me whether I loved it or was disappointed.

Yes.

After 2006's middling, milquetoast Superman Returns, which tried to be a direct sequel to 1980's Superman II but retained far too much of it's campy humor, the Man of Tomorrow was in dire need of a theatrical reboot. This film is that and a ton more. In some ways it totally re-imagines the Superman mythology.

My greatest concern about Man of Steel is that Clark/Superman is almost entirely reactive for the whole film. He never formulates a plan to outsmart the bad guys and then executes it. He simply responds to outside forces as they enter his flight path and takes instructions from others. "Hey Clark, your dead alien dad told me how you can fix that ..."

All in all, it's a good, exciting movie and an interesting new take on Big Blue. But it seems more a like a prologue to a real Superman movie than the genuine article.



 

Flight (A–)

Starring Denzel Washington, Bruce Greenwood, Don Cheadle, Kelly Reilly, John Goodman, and Melissa Leo.
Screenplay by John Gatins.
Directed by Robert Zemeckis.

Rated R for frequent explicit language, heavy reckless alcohol use, detailed drug abuse, and a scene of nudity.

Buy it

This is the first live-action film Zemeckis has directed since "Cast Away" in 2000. Like that film, it has a huge, edge-of-your-seat plane crash scene then becomes a two-hour character study. The trailer makes you think it's either an action-packed rage-against-the-system flick or a courtroom drama. It's neither, although it has elements of those. It's really more like "Lost Weekend" or "Clean and Sober."

The airplane is a metaphor for its pilot, William "Whip" Whitaker (Denzel Washington), a functional alcoholic who is privately crashing during a time when he is publicly flying high as a national hero. Whip coolly and inventively landed the defective airliner, saving most of the 102 souls aboard. But it's discovered that he was legally drunk when the accident occured. Can he come out of his nose-dive before he loses the one soul aboard his personal flight?

Washington's tremendous skill and intense humanity keep you invested in Whip but it's not easy. Whip - as addicts often do - gets increasingly repugnant as the story progresses and the movie dares you to keep caring about him no matter how bad he gets. Kelly Reilly (Dr. Watson's wife in the current Sherlock Holmes movies) also does a terrific, natural job here as a fellow addict/love interest who wants to get sober.

The film poses many questions about God's role in tragedy and accidents, his help in self-control, the efficacy of prayer, and predestination. Christian symbols appear throughout the film. Some of the questions are taken very seriously, some not.

It also keeps you in a very tense, emotional Catch-22 between definitely wanting Whip to be absolved for this particular crash, for which he was not responsible and in which he acted heroically, and definitely wanting to see him be held accountable for his long history of flying drunk.

Some conservative viewers may admire the film's message but may not be able to sit through its very graphic and realistic content.

Final Grade: A–

Wow. Just ... wow.

In the film October Baby, the main character develops a sudden illness that may have congenital origins, discovers she is adopted, and goes searching for her birth mother - only to find she was the survivor of a failed abortion attempt.

Shari Rigby, the actress cast in the role of the birth mother had - unbeknownst to anyone but her husband and closest friends - deeply personal connections to the film's story.

An incredibly touching encounter. Thanks, God.

Trailer - The Answer Man

Actually want to see this. Coming July 24. Yeah, huge PBA warning.

CD - No Line on the Horizon (B-)

Artist: U2
Buy it

I am a loyal follower of U2. To say they're my favorite band is like saying oxygen is my favorite element. They've challenged me many times and I've enjoyed the ride for 26 years now.

But this is definitely one of those albums that will take repeated listening. My gut reaction is a B- but that can change over the next week or so. [It did.] Like 1984's Unforgettable Fire, at first it sounds like a Brian Eno album featuring U2. It has soundscapes and ambience rather than melodies in many spots. But it doesn't have as much scale. Definitely not many radio singles on this one, which is okay. It's not a "Let's rock and roll!" album like How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb.

To me it sounds like a transparent attempt to do something "different" in response to all the potshots the snobs took at their last two efforts, which returned to their stadium-sized anthemic roots. The hooks are definitely missing here. But so is the fun. When it's not somber, it's dry. When it's not mellow, it's thin. Some attempts at fun seem more like parody, with obnoxious choruses sung off-beat (and sometimes off-key). It has its redeeming qualities and a few strong tracks (most notably "Magnificent" - a straight-up U2 song - and "Breathe") but it's just not something I'm going to pop in the car stereo very often.

I hated Achtung Baby when it came out. Took me years to come around to most of it. Hopefully No Line will the same. Or it could be like Pop, which I play once per decade. Time will tell.

Final score: B minus

That Old Pair of Jeans

THAT OLD PAIR OF JEANS
By Fatboy Slim

All you used to do was put me down
But I found a way to pick myself up off the ground
And all you used to do was criticize me
But now I found the good and I emphasize it, see

You would always get so sensitive
And try to turn your transgressions into my guiltiness
But now I'm certain of the way I live
And what I'm responsible for in this twisted game

And it's such a shame
That you try to make pain
Another word for my name
Whether giving or receiving
It's one and the same
Just one more link
In your long-ass chain
But it's time to break
This drain on my strength and will
Time to jump off this negative cycle we've built
Gave my heart
But my self-respect you won't steal
Now it's time to let you go if you can't hear or feel me

So I asked my mama for her two cents
And then I asked my little sister and I asked my friend
Then I asked my papa once and I asked him again
Came to the consensus from all them opinions
That life is too short to be unhappy
And since I know what I'm worth there'll be no settling for dirt
Not when what I deserve is gold
If I want diamonds then I can't settle for coal and

Maybe I was just too strong to let go
Maybe I was just too weak to let it show
Maybe I was just too stubborn to say "No"
But whatever the case I can't take it no more

Sometimes I think maybe we'll patch it all up
Like a favorite pair of jeans that you won't give up on
And I hope maybe one of these arguments we'll make up
And start again like when we started this up
Back when everything was fresh
And every moment a blessing
I'd laugh at all of your jokes
You'd listen to my suggestions
One mind, one soul,
One common destination
Now we can't help but fight over the direction

You've gotta, you've gotta give me a little, little more line
(Repeat)