Mr. Brown Versus

Look, up in the sky! It's a Bird It's a Plane! No, it's .....a community of fanboys and Internet movie critics who are more pissed off than they were when Superman Returns  was released! Kal El may no longer be a deadbeat dad, but that hasn't stopped the hordes of outraged fans of DC's iconic superhero from wanting to shove a hunk of Kryponite up director Zack Snynder's ( Watchmen , 300 ) and screenwriter David S. Goyer's collective asses. From Jesu Otaku's rant on Twitter and Brad Jones and the Walker Bros. bashing the movie, people are not thrilled with the final product. Mixed reviews should indicate that Warner Bros., and DC Entertainment, still scrambling to deliver their answer to Marvel Studios superhero team up The Avengers with the long-awaited Justice League movie, would have a serious problem getting a second sequel off the ground, especially with the polarizing views on how the Snyder/Goyer project worked out. Nope! Man of Steel has made ba

Now that I'm out of school for the summer, I can turn my attention to the summer movie season that I have purposefully neglected for the sake of my studies. We're about halfway through it, and wow, I have never been this disappointed by the crop of blockbusters that have come out, and no other month but May has illustrated this trend. Sure, there are a few good ones, but for the most part, it's been good, but not great and just plain bad.  June has so far bucked this trend, bringing out This Is the End , the summer best film far and away, and the criminally underrated Man of Steel , both films which will be review this week. For now, here's the "Meh" of May. Looking over a dead creature, or over the corpse of M.Night's career? You be the judge. After Earth - Here's the good news: M. Night Shyamalan's science fiction flick about a father and son (played by real-life father and son duo Jaden and Will Smith) fighting for survival after

I'm gonna keep this review short, because even after I saw  Pain and Gain over a month ago, thinking about everything that happened thought the 129-minute runtime still leaves me depressed and drained. This movie was made by and for the lowest common denominator who think black comedies like Fargo and Pulp Fiction could be enhanced with long scenes of cruel torture, pointless shots of women either looking sexy, being in the act of sex, or tantalizing customers at a titty bar (I'm not kidding: those are you female characters, people), half-assed attempts to duplicate the Coen Bros idiosyncratic characters and Tarantino's love of stylized, over-the-top violence and hypnotic dialogue; both without the concept of how Joel & Ethan never forget their character's humanity despite being nitwits, vacuous, ordinary Joe's and Jane's caught up in a no-win scenario or just plain evil people (Anton Chigur, anyone?), and QT's gift for writing engaging characters