Saturday, May 05, 2007

Lucky Me

I'll be writing a much-longer review tomorrow...but should I be ashamed in admitting that I liked Lucky You? A lot? The reviews are almost uniformly bad, and I must admit I went in with fangs sharpened, ready to rip and shred. Instead I found myself really enjoying myself as the movie reached it's deeply-flawed ending.

I dunno. Maybe the movie made me nostalgic for the past...you know, 2003. Maybe it's because lately I find myself unable to resist the fluffybunny adorableness of Drew Barrymore, who I used to be allergic to. I dunno.

Saw Lucky You this afternoon, saw Spiderman 3 last night during the midnight showing with the people in their Spidey Underoos. A couple of quick points:

• I didn't expect a superhero blockbuster to have so much singing and dancing.
• It REALLY takes a lot to get New Yorkers to notice stuff. Two guys in leotards beating the shit out of each other while swinging 100 feet in the air, and no one seems to get too excited about it.
• If I was Topher Grace I would've been on the phone to my agent five minutes after the premiere. I mean, it's bad enough being second fiddle, but Grace was...let's see...eighth fiddle?
• What does it say about the world today that in a movie featuring a bad guy made of sand, a bad guy who zips around on a nuclear skateboard, a pile of black goo that turns you into a yutz with bangs, and bad guy with really bad teeth...that the true villain of the story turns out to be THE HERO'S FRICKIN' GIRLFRIEND?? Tell me that Venom was in any way scarier than Mary Jane Watson, and I'll say that you've never been heavily involved with a person who's a total pain in the ass. Lucky you.
  

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