A few years ago, we went to Vegas for our anniversary. We stayed at The Flamingo. One morning, as we were leaving for breakfast, the front of the hotel was blocked off - they were filming a movie! All I could see was a battered red Prius on the back of a flatbed truck. The security guard told us that they were filming a scene about a guys in a car that got shipped across country and that The Rock was in the movie.
Hollywood today is obsessed with remakes. It's an unfortunate fact that the things I loved as a child are going to be trotted out with shiny new duds and flashy special effects, and will be effective or ineffective based entirely on when they are released and what gets thrown into the mix, and not on the qualities that made the originals popular, successful, or special. This is nothing new, Hollywood has always regenerated its signature products. There's been three versions of A Star Is Born, and there's another one in the pipe for 2013.
It's telling that what should be a surefire all star cast from the mid 90s has produced a comedy so colossally unfunny. If you had told me in 1993 that a movie starring Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Rob Schneider, David Spade, and their fat friend would be boring, pedestrian and stupid, I wouldn't believe you. But here we are in 2011 and they've done just that.
I couldn't get past the accents.
All the adult Vikings have Scottish accents, but Hiccup sounded plain, old American? Actually, ALL the Viking kids sounded American. DreamWorks, you puzzle me.
One of the stupidest movies ever. The film makers tried to combine the best of movies like the first Amityville with movies like the The Exorcist. What they did was combine fail with fail. Do you remember in Greatest American Hero when Mr Hinkley got his remedial English class to stage Romeo and Juliet? Their acting is like the acting in this movie. Any scene with interaction or dialogue is like watching Mr. H's English class rehearse their lines. The problem is, the acting is the best thing about this movie.
Drugs. Watching Rango made me feel like I was on a large quantity of psychedelic drugs.
As far as movies featuring giant underarm pustules go, this one is pretty good. I can’t recommend watching while eating lunch, or anywhere near your next planned meal. Nor would I say go out and rent this one for your next romantic evening. However, if you’re in the mood for some good ole hack-n-slash bathed in the light of Dark Age Christianity, well then, you’re in luck.
I didn't have any nightmares...so disappointing. I was looking forward to waking up screaming in terror, as opposed to how I usually wake up screaming on a Sunday morning...screaming at my kids for trying to kill each other over the kitchen play set.
"Should I take the kids to see Mr. Popper's Penguins, or should I just go ahead and kill myself?"