The Drunk Monkeys Film Department looks head to the blockbusters and indie movies that everyone will be talking about for the rest of the year.
The Drunk Monkeys Film Department looks head to the blockbusters and indie movies that everyone will be talking about for the rest of the year.
But when Nimoy died, and when we collectively wept upon hearing the news, we were not just sorry that a great actor passed away. Beyond the multitude of relationships we as an audience enjoyed with Spock, we also felt a connection to Nimoy himself.
Do you like ridiculously predictable films? Do you enjoy terrible pseudo-science being used as a plot device? Are you a fan of bad dialog and unlikeable characters? Have you never seen a remotely frightening horror film before?
Well then, good news friend! The Lazarus Effect is now out in theaters!
The quick review: Hot Tub Time Machine 2 is a perfectly passable gross-out comedy that I didn't mind watching once but have no interest in ever seeing again.
Ahead of the big night, the Drunk Monkeys Film Department takes aim a some of the biggest Oscar controversies of all-time.
Rarely have I ever looked forward to February films but this year it seems like it’s not so much the cast-offs that are getting thrown into the Month that Time Forgot, it’s the films that aren’t sequels, remakes, or huge blockbusters based on well known franchises.
One of my goals for 2015 is to just stop greeting the news of remakes and the like with the weepy, drunken refrain of “They’re ruining my childhood.” They are, but who gives a shit?
If some movies are made to be seen on the big screen, Bloodsport is made to be seen on VHS in a semi-finished basement. Your best friend’s older brother, the one with the collection of throwing stars, should be there to explain all the finer points of the world’s fighting styles. He’ll tell you about this guy he knows who had to turn down an invitation to the last Kumite so he could go to Navy Seal training.
A strong current of humor courses its way through Paddington, one packed with jokes targeted for everyone as our protagonist searches for a new home to call his own. While kids giggle at the interludes of over-the-top slapstick, some of the human actors, in a wink and a nod to the parents in the theater, mutter a clever wisecrack.
I’m kind of a sucker for ‘war movies.’ Maybe it’s because whenever a war film or Spaghetti Western was on TV when I was a child, my father would stop to watch it even if it was only the last five minutes. I don’t recall showing much interest in said films but perhaps it sank into my psyche. Or maybe it’s because while I’m in the military, I’m not exactly in a ‘military’ career and my idea of danger is forgetting to discharge a capacitor before troubleshooting something so these movies are a chance to live vicariously. Maybe I should be talking about this to a psychologist rather than rambling.