Action movies have different rules, it’s true. If you’re anything like me, you expect flaming car crashes and intricate fight scenes, but a plot with the structure of swiss cheese is easy to ignore because the rest is so thrilling. Fortunately for me, Crank offers funny and frenzy simultaneously. All hail the rise of the Action Comedy because Jason Statham does not disappoint.
By Rachel Hinton
I'm a sucker for anything '80s so when I saw that Netflix was releasing a new television show called GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling), a fictionalized version of the women’s wrestling circuit set in that awesome decade, I was instantly enamored and excited. So, like any person obsessed with Netflix, I melted into my worn out couch and pressed play on the whole season.
A few nights ago, my roommates and I cracked open a box of wine and settled in for a movie night at home. We were in the mood for a “peekaboo,” our term for a movie that’s scary and suspenseful, but nothing so terrifying that we’d end up traumatized and in a psych ward post-viewing. We’d all seen Netflix advertising Hush during our personal streaming sessions, and figured home invasion plus deaf woman equalled perfect choice.
Since then, one of my roommates has rewatched Hush eight times, asking friends “Have you seen Hush? No? Let’s watch it!” We’re all obsessed.
What can I say about Stranger Things that hasn’t already been said? (You’re gonna find out). Netflix’s summer smash hit is the perfect binging serving size. The first season is comprised of eight episodes, clocking in less than an hour each. You could consume the entire season in a day, and still have time to do some other human activity like go out to dinner, or put on clean underwear.
Just like with Captain America: Civil War, I had no prior knowledge of Suicide Squad’s place in the comic book world. If anything I thought it may have some loose association with Suicide Girls because Harley Quinn kinda looks like a Suicide Girl? Maybe I don’t know anything about Suicide Girls either?
I went to this movie solely for Skarsgard’s abs. I watched the trailer three times in a row for Skarsgard’s abs and was SOLD on paying $15 to watch them for two hours. I guess I was expecting him to be half naked throughout the entire film (and big props to IMDb for citing “male objectification” as one of the plot keywords) but was disappointed. Frankly, the entire film was a disappointment, but the Movies on Tap boys already knew that (I’m still waiting for my You Are An Idiot postcard…)
Full Disclosure: I fucking love Independence Day. Everyone and everything about the 1996 classic works so well together, and is so well loved. We’ve all been re-watching, reliving, and reciting our favorite parts of Independence Day for past 20 years, so there was no way the sequel could have lived up to the original. That being said (drink!) I tried to enjoy Independence Day: Resurgence as a film independent (ha!) of the original. Sadly, it’s impossible to do.
Seeing Love and Friendship was like going to a The Cheesecake Factory; you know exactly what you’re gonna get and how you’re gonna get it. Even though I wasn’t familiar with the original work, I knew it would be a perfectly delightful escape in the world of Jane Austen that I know and love. While this is no BBC Pride and Prejudice miniseries (which I own on DVD and watched religiously the entire summer before I moved away to college), it is delightful Jane Austen escapism, with extra humor and sass.
The drama starts immediately when two ladies escape into a carriage, fleeing a manor full of another woman’s shrieks. A few characters run outside to watch the carriage pull away, and the camera lingers on each face before text of their name, relation, and defining personality trait, are shown. This introduction continues to include characters we will meet later, which I found to be equal parts helpful and confusing. I appreciated knowing who everyone was, yet I couldn’t keep them all straight until I was further in the film.
San Andreas has all the components of an enjoyable action film - dynamic leading man, multiple natural disasters, plenty of destruction - yet it’s not a good movie. It’s rarely engaging, and the first time I watched it, I was so distracted by Alex Daddario’s boobs that I spent more time googling her “breakout” scene in True Detective than I did caring about the film. Upon a second viewing, I found the film more tolerable thanks to the company of my roommate and a box of red wine, but we’ll save the shot rating for the end of the reviewcap™.
I must start this reviewcap (trademark pending!) with a startling confession: this was the first Marvel movie I’d ever seen.