“Get off my plane!”
Harrison Ford is the president we wish we had — a man of rock-solid moral character who will throat-punch a terrorist.
Facing off with Gary Oldman, delightfully-despicable as a cold-hearted killer intent on freeing an imprisoned dictator, the Prez proves he can hold his own in mid-air conflict.
A decorated Vietnam War vet, Ford’s tough-as-nails Commander in Chief dodges a chance to escape from his hijacked plane, laying down some two-fisted retribution between scowls.
A film made to be played every 4th of July, with the rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air as backdrop.
She will not be ignored.
Glenn Close brings the heat (especially when boiling family pets … ba-dum-tss) as a woman more than a little cheesed when Michael Douglas ghosts her after a torrid weekend of extramarital bumping and grinding.
And look, while she certainly veers into psychosis, she has a point.
Douglas, working in his wheelhouse, is a pretty slimy guy hiding under the skin of a devoted family man.
Watching him get his comeuppance in this, and other contemporary films like Basic Instinct and Disclosure, was worth the price of admission.
See Michael sin. See Michael pay. See audience applaud.
“Oh good … more singing.”
Equally sarcastic and surreal, this triumph of low-budget filmmaking has an odd, plasticy look to it, yet triumphs in every other way.
Telling its fragmented tale of crime and baked goodies in a style reminiscent of out-of-order films such as Pulp Fiction, it keeps us guessing as to who the real bad guy might be.
Along the way, we get to marinate in the vocal stylings of voice-over champ Patrick Warburton as The Big Bad Wolf, a lupine layabout with an over-caffeinated squirrel as his faithful sidekick.
That, alone, is worth the price of admission.
And all that jazz.
Based on real events, this music-infused tale of a well-meaning, but often drug-addled pianist, is seen through the eyes of the jazzman’s young daughter.
Joe Albany, played by the king of character actors, John Hawkes, is talented, but has a taste for smack (and trouble) which haunts his music, and his life.
His high notes include playing with big-timers like Charlie Parker and Miles Davis, but the low notes in his life often overshadow his troubled genius.
Watching this all unfold is his daughter and mother, played by the note-perfect Elle Fanning and Glenn Close, respectively.
Will she eat you, or save you?
Trapped in a bizarre world of sorta-zombies — flesh-eating shufflers created by a plant fungal disease — the few remaining “normals” fight to stay alive, and possibly find a cure.
Mad doctor Glenn Close is experimenting on children who seem to be the next wave.
These often-feral prodigies have a ravenous hunger for their neighbors, but can function in society when they don’t hear the dinner bell ding in their screwed-up brains.
One girl in particular, Melanie, seems to be the golden ticket.
But is she looking to be a savior, or just a gourmand?