Which may or may not be
the entire point of the movie.
SIGHTS: Sure, if you want some blood and violence, (and you've missed
the entire point of this movie), you'll get some in the third act.
In fact, it misses
the entire point of the movie, which is that everyone wanted to avoid violence at the diamond heist to keep it simple and easy.
Not exact matches
The inclusion
of an absurd yet thoroughly captivating celebrity cameo, which essentially stands as a high
point within the
entire series, perpetuates Night at the Museum: Secret
of the Tomb's better - than - expected third - act atmosphere, although, unfortunately, director Shawn Levy ensures that the film concludes with a whimper by offering up an excessively sappy final stretch that just goes on and on - with this underwhelming climax confirming the
movie's place as an almost passable concluding entry in a seriously forgettable trilogy.
It's an awfully flimsy thing to base so much on (especially an
entire movie), especially when a great deal
of evidence
points to the contrary.
The Huntsman: Winter's War is the followup to Snow White and the Huntsman, one
of many fairytale
movies that missed the
entire point of making such a
movie in the first place.
While I understand that is kind
of the whole
point to
Movie 43 — I sensed a mocking, if not altogether disdainful view towards not just Hollywood (hence Dennis Quaid's role in this film) but the
entire human race given the level
of gruesomeness — there simply must have been at least a baker's dozen different and far better ways to shape this rebellious beast.
Like every Dragon Ball game up until this
point, Battle
of Z has you playing through the
entire series and some
of the
movie storylines.
It felt like the
entire point of every previous Marvel
movie was to build to the deeply satisfying Avengers sequence where the Hulk swats swarms
of aliens and pummels the duplicitous deity Loki, in scenes that were the closest onscreen equivalent to the kinetic, physics - defying visual poetry
of late Hulk co-creator Jack Kirby.
In case one also happens to forget the opening bit with the orphanage, The Boss is also a
movie that wants us to delight in the despicable behavior
of the lead character, only to make excuses for her that undermine the
entire point.
In the
movie where that character first appears, the literal
entire point is that he does not want to fight, he doesn't want to be a weapon
of war.
He patronizes Michael Powell and Humphrey Jennings (accorded one measly clip each); fails to mention Joseph Losey, Cy Endfield, or Richard Lester (presumably regarding all three as American interlopers); reduces Ken Russell and Mike Leigh to the worst single clips imaginable (and has nothing to say about the TV work
of either); limits John Boorman, Bill Douglas, Terry Gilliam, Peter Greenaway, Isaac Julien, and Sally Potter to one fleeting
movie poster apiece; and omits virtually the
entire English documentary movement (though he includes a disparaging nod to Night Mail), along with the cycle
of Hammer horror
movies — while paying abject obeisance to the Academy Awards and every crumb they've offered British cinema (special
points to Chariots
of Fire, Gandhi, and Four Weddings and a Funeral).
Fortunately, this
movie gets bonus
points for lush and rich scenery
of the city
of Barcelona (which suffer slightly from the DVD's fullscreen presentation) and the dance sequences choreographed by High School Musical's Kenny Ortega (who directed this
entire film as well).
The
entire movie (Parts I and II) were filmed back - to - back, but I can't think
of a natural separation
point in the book.
Wordy as the letter is, it could be boiled down much like Al Gore's 2006
movie or the collective lot
of the
entire catastrophic man - caused global warming into a 3 - part talking
point: «the science is settled» / skeptics are industry - funded & orchestrated liars» / «reporters may ignore skeptics because
of the prior two reasons.»