Another classic Christmas hit!
It’s an actor’s life for me.
Ben Foster is John Travolta’s son. Who knew?
If at first you don’t succeed, fail miserably again. Three years after the crass and homophobic comedy Wild Hogs, Robin Williams and John Travolta reunite with director Walt Becker for this chaotic road movie that proves parenting is a lot harder than it looks. So, it would seem, is writing and directing a film that retains a single laugh, because Old Dogs is 88 tortuous minutes of limp gags missing easy targets.
Denzel Washington crashes onto DVD with the remake of the 1974 Taking of Pelham 123, also starring John Travolta in another of his couldn’t-care-less villain roles. What happened, John? You used to be cool, and you ain’t gonna get another gig like Pulp Fiction anytime soon. Sort it out. And lose some weight.
Hollywood is big business. With more and more films now scraping, or downright flying, past the billion-dollar mark in box office receipts, it’s understandable that studios are going to pump cash into projects they think will net them a profit. Quite often, however, they appear to have absolutely no idea that a film is going to bomb. Here are a few examples of when studios should have absolutely known beforehand that a project was doomed.
It’s that time of year again – for the next six excruciating weeks, film pundits will have nothing better to do than bitch about how their favourite film of the year didn’t get the Oscar nominations it deserves, while whoever moderates IMDb heads towards a nervous breakdown. There’s an easy way to solve this, and he’s called Nicolas.
Best of the Year is back – we won’t rest until every year since the invention of the cine camera has been commemorated with a series of reductive and genre-specific blogs! This week it’s the turn of 1997. Specifically, action films from 1997. Specifically, Vincent’s favourite action films from 1997. Want to write your own Best of blog? Get in touch at [email protected]!
Robert Trench (Denzel Washington), an undercover DEA agent, and Michael Stigman (Mark Wahlberg), an undercover Naval Intelligence Officer, rob a bank on behalf of their respective organisations, completely unaware of the other’s affiliations. In the vault they expect to find $3 million of money laundered by Papi Greco (Edward James Olmos), but instead end up…
“You’re not Bosnian, you’re that guy from the massage parlour!”