We originally saw Ragnarok months and months ago, while it was still in the theater. It was a hilarious and amazing film, so I don't know why it took me so long to put together a review. Maybe it's the gushing - I feel uncomfortable gushing - it's so much more fun writing about a stinker. Ragnarok is definitely no stinker. But then I saw the deleted scene that was released this week in anticipation of the DVD release.
I wanted to hate Wonder Woman. Everyone has unanimously loved this movie, so that ugly little bit of 20-something year old, still deep down inside of ME wanted to find something to hate about this movie. To be contrary, to be different...I couldn't do it. Wonder Woman is every bit as thrilling and enjoyable as the general public says it is. And I'm okay with that. It took me 40+ years, but I have found peace in agreeing with the rest of the planet. I can't even be mad about it - I've loved Wonder Woman for so, so long.
Since Suicide Squad debuted on HBO this past Saturday, so we had a family movie night and watched the whole thing while eating Marie Callender pot pies. Jealous?
Now my daughter wants us to dress up as the Suicide Squad for Halloween...and she wants to be Enchantress. I'm only saying no because that would mean that I would have to be Harley Quinn, and we saw enough fatties dressed as slutty clowns last Halloween.
While I agree with Jean Grey that the third one's always the worst, X-Men: Apocalypse isn't a bad movie. It merely suffers in that it wasn't as good as the first two. (I think we can all agree that Last Stand was much stinkier than Apocalypse ever dreamt of being.)
As the opening credits rolled, I couldn't stop laughing. Maggie and Negan as Bruce Wayne's parents was so stinking cute! My husband just rolled his eyes...he doesn't watch The Walking Dead.
I was a bit worried that not seeing Man of Steel would be a problem as I sat down to watch Batman v Superman, but it actually kind of helped. The film starts off with the events of Man of Steel from Bruce Wayne's point of view. "I don't care if you saved the whole goddamn planet, Superman - you knocked down my fucking building!"
I started writing this review last summer, when I originally watched Thor 2 on cable...my thoughts will be briefer, but possibly more favorable than when I originally watched it.
This film was made for the ladies, right? A shirtless viking god, pining over the nerdy scientist girl, even though he has a hottie asskicker at home, who would literally die for him. This is every straight woman's fantasy. We don't want to be tied up and beaten, like that 50 Shades bullshit. We just want the hot guy to pick us, preferably while shirtless.
So we started to watch Agents of SHIELD the other night and it took about 30 seconds to realize, "FUCK, this is happening after the movie." So we stopped the DVR and watched Gotham instead...
I've been MIA for quite a while, haven't I? I've been watching movies, but most haven't left me with anything to say. I've got half written reviews of the 2nd Hobbit movie and The Winter Soldier...and I couldn't even get started on Thor 2. Well, Days of Future Past gave me a lot to think about...
Why was he in the fucking hole? The movie never fucking explained why he was in the fucking hole at Nagasaki. What the fucking fuck?
Sorry for all the fucks, but stuff like that really bothers me. Of course, I could think of nothing else during the whole film, waiting for it to come up again and it never did. They might be saving it for a future film, but the mid-credits sequence set the stage for Days of Future Passed. Maybe since there's time travel in that film, we'll see how he ended up in the fucking hole?
Finally! I finally got to see The Avengers. It wasn't how I wanted to see it - in 3D, but that hardly matters. Even under less than ideal circumstances - watching it on a six inch screen, while sitting on an airplane next to a sugared up four year old, ultimately taking 5 hours to finish the film - The Avengers still lived up to the hype.