I’m not sure which is a more salient critical experience: disappointed expectations (The Nice Guys), fulfilled expectations (Mad Max: Fury Road), or confounded expectations (John Wick).
I’m thinking the second, just because it’s so rarefied an experience, but the third is tempting, too: it’s joyously discombobulating to find gold where you expected manure. I’m pretty sure it happened to Reader critic Scott Marks last year with the horror prequel Ouija: Origin of Evil, but I know it happened here in the January doldrums, with a film that was blamed for a $115 million writedown at Paramount before it was even released: Monster Trucks. I know because Marks had his rotten tomatoes ready way back in June of last year, when he posted the following at The Big Screen:
Oof. But Marks was as good as his word about attending that premiere, and by Monday, he had processed his shock and awe to the point where he was able to post the following three-star (!) review:
Animator Chris Wedge’s (<em>Ice Age, Robots</em>) first feature with a human cast successfully mixes live action and animation to produce a family film that isn’t a monstrous trek. High school senior Tripp (Lucas Till), eager to shake the dust of his crummy little town off his feet, spends his free time combing junkyards for the parts needed to slap together a janky pickup. An accident at the local oil-drilling company releases the good-natured tentacled blob named Creech, a flubbery, oil metabolising creature that attaches itself to the Trippmobile’s undercarriage. Originally slated for a May 2015 opening, the release date was regularly pushed back to accommodate post-production work. When Viacom took a hit in its third-quarter earnings for 2016, <em>Monster Trucks</em> took the blame. Too bad, because audiences could do (and have done) a lot worse than this genial throwback to a time when Kurt Russell was Disney’s #1 living, breathing attraction. With Jane Levy as Tripp’s saucer-eyed love interest.
Maybe we should look into creating a “genial throwback” genre. I used the same sort of language to explain my surprise and enthusiasm over last year’s rescue-at-sea drama The Finest Hours. It’s either that or the sequel-reboot nightmare world of Godfather IV: Zombie Corleone. “Just when I thought I was in my grave...they pull me back out.”
I’m not sure which is a more salient critical experience: disappointed expectations (The Nice Guys), fulfilled expectations (Mad Max: Fury Road), or confounded expectations (John Wick).
I’m thinking the second, just because it’s so rarefied an experience, but the third is tempting, too: it’s joyously discombobulating to find gold where you expected manure. I’m pretty sure it happened to Reader critic Scott Marks last year with the horror prequel Ouija: Origin of Evil, but I know it happened here in the January doldrums, with a film that was blamed for a $115 million writedown at Paramount before it was even released: Monster Trucks. I know because Marks had his rotten tomatoes ready way back in June of last year, when he posted the following at The Big Screen:
Oof. But Marks was as good as his word about attending that premiere, and by Monday, he had processed his shock and awe to the point where he was able to post the following three-star (!) review:
Animator Chris Wedge’s (<em>Ice Age, Robots</em>) first feature with a human cast successfully mixes live action and animation to produce a family film that isn’t a monstrous trek. High school senior Tripp (Lucas Till), eager to shake the dust of his crummy little town off his feet, spends his free time combing junkyards for the parts needed to slap together a janky pickup. An accident at the local oil-drilling company releases the good-natured tentacled blob named Creech, a flubbery, oil metabolising creature that attaches itself to the Trippmobile’s undercarriage. Originally slated for a May 2015 opening, the release date was regularly pushed back to accommodate post-production work. When Viacom took a hit in its third-quarter earnings for 2016, <em>Monster Trucks</em> took the blame. Too bad, because audiences could do (and have done) a lot worse than this genial throwback to a time when Kurt Russell was Disney’s #1 living, breathing attraction. With Jane Levy as Tripp’s saucer-eyed love interest.
Maybe we should look into creating a “genial throwback” genre. I used the same sort of language to explain my surprise and enthusiasm over last year’s rescue-at-sea drama The Finest Hours. It’s either that or the sequel-reboot nightmare world of Godfather IV: Zombie Corleone. “Just when I thought I was in my grave...they pull me back out.”
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