With some amount of trepidation Mr. Husband and I went to see the movie R.I.P.D. – Rest in Peace Department last night. Hence the title to this post: Some things, once seen, cannot be unseen. My apologies to all of those who put their heart, soul, time and wallet into this movie, but it was BEYOND BAD. Horrible, gross, disgusting, boring, dry heave inducing….I can’t come up with enough negative adjectives without doing a web search and I’m not going to put that much effort into it. We managed to wring a few chuckles out of it, but I think that was out of desperation, trying to make a bad experience better.
Five minutes into the movie I was ready to walk out and say “let’s just not do it and claim we did.” But I hesitated because I was afraid that I might be in one of those slightly manic moods where everything annoys me and I didn’t want to ruin the Hubman’s night out by stomping out of the movie in a fit of outrage. But looking back on my moods spectrum yesterday, I was fine until the first 5 minutes of this God awful movie. I was on the verge of not only demanding my money back but insisting that I be awarded damages for pain and suffering.
I don’t know exactly what they were aiming at with Jeff Bridge’s character. I think they were trying to produce a Texas lawman, but what they ending up with was a person who was trying to talk through a set of very bad dentures, or maybe a mouth full of marbles. Ryan Reynolds spent the majority of the film with a sort of deer in the headlights look on his face. My theory is that he was thinking “oh my God, I can’t believe how bad this movie is going to be.”
One trend that has been developing in Hollywood movies is a heavy reliance on CGI (computer generated images) and other special effects to the detriment of an actual plot and character development. I think all the creators of these movies should have to go to a court mandated Alfred Hitchcock 101 course. Hello, leave something to the imagination. What happened to suspense? The only thing to look forward to is that it’s going to get worse….a lot worse. Peeking through your fingers isn’t good enough anymore.
After last night I’ve seen enough blood, guts, vomit, dripping slime, food encrusted beards and all other sorts of yack inducing special effects to last me the next 5 lifetimes. It’s high time for a reality check. And also meditation on the theory of just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should do it.
Official synopsis via Google: What if everything you love was taken from you in the blink of an eye? “The Host” is the next epic love story from the creator of the “Twilight Saga,” worldwide bestselling author, Stephanie Meyer. When an unseen enemy threatens mankind by taking over their bodies and erasing their memories, Melanie Stryder will risk everything to protect the people she cares most about – Jared, Ian, her brother Jamie and her Uncle Jeb, proving that love can conquer all in a dangerous new world.
Warning: If your knee jerk reaction is to tear you hair and scream “I hate Stephanie Meyer and that damned Twilight Saga – now is your chance to go get some coffee and come back tomorrow when I will be talking about something else entirely. 🙂
I loved the Twilight Saga and I really enjoyed the book The Host. So yesterday I went to see the movie, by myself. I didn’t drag Hubman along this time. I made the mistake of pitching a fit and making him come with me to see Twilight Saga-Breaking Dawn –Part 2 and it was a huge mistake. He huffed and puffed, sighed and laughed at parts that weren’t supposed to be funny. I learned my lesson. Never drag a friend or lover to see a movie with you when they obviously don’t want to. It will go horribly wrong.
I loved the movie over all. It followed the book pretty well with a few forgivable shortcuts and plot deviations, because no matter what, it’s tricky fitting an entire book into a 2 hour movie.
The story is sort of an “invasion of the body snatchers crossed with teenagers in love trying to save the world.” I know the book was classified as a young adult book aimed at teeny boppers.
However there was 1 facet of the movie that sort of grated on my nerves even armed with this expectation. This was the voices of the 2 heroines trapped in the one body. The voices were just TOO juvenile. I found myself wanting to ground them both and send them to bed without supper. At times they took on a whiny tone of 2 – 14 year old girls arguing over what color nail polish to wear.
That being said I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. I even got the sniffles in a few of the finals scenes. What can I say? I’m a big marshmallow when it comes to love, regardless of the age of the lovers. I may even go see it again while it’s still in the theater because I have an ongoing love affair with the silver screen.
Mr. Husband and I went to see The Hangover II. First thing; if you haven’t seen the first Hangover you need to catch up. Aside from that, this movie is FUNNY. If you need a good laugh this will do it for you. It can stand on it’s own.
The premise is basic. A bachelor party gone wrong, way wrong. What’s not funny about that? When I went to see the first one, I had my doubts. Oh, this is going to be full of locker room humor and disgusting jokes. A remake of Animal House where the guys are starting to marry off. Well I was sort of right. But, somehow it works.
Travel, drinking and the last night of “freedom” before a wedding does strange things to people. Just think of the stupid things you may have said or done while drinking, and multiply times 50. Note, I didn’t say the stupid things I have done because I am always a perfect lady. Yeah right! If you believe that I have some ocean front property in Idaho for sale.
If you have a problem with full frontal male nudity then stay home. Not of lot of it, but I heard a few groans from the men in audience. Why do they get so freaked out by seeing male bits? Us women don’t have a stroke when we see lady parts on the big screen.