I Am Number Four came out earlier this year to theaters and was just released last month on DVD, Blu-ray, digital copy combos, iTunes, and eighteen other transportable ways . I recall glancing at (but not paying attention to) the previews and thinking, “Eh, it looks okay. Now back to my model airplanes.” Red-Boxed it last night, bitches, and I must say: not too shabby. Sure, it has some iffy special effects and douche bag Michael Bay behind it as the producer. BUT, director D.J. Caruso (thanks for Eagle Eye and Disturbia, to sir with love) obliges with a good time on the wings of teenage fun. It’s actually entertaining for the most part. In watching the movie, it becomes obvious this movie is based on a book (a series, no less: can’t wait for the next eight installments!) because of late character introductions and vague references to other vague things and stuff…. Anyway, it’s cool to watch–especially the last third of the movie. It was also funny to watch the unbelievable fact that the two most attractive people in the movie are the two kids in school everybody shits on (rolls eyes).
I ran into this show entitled Adventure Time a few weeks ago only to realize it’s been on tv for over a year. And for that, I hate myself. A young boy and his shape-shifting dog get into crazy misadventures: done. Besides the fact that the material for this show is literally written by me, it is random funny like Family Guy at times with the eccentricities of Sponge Bob. What other show allows you to hear one say “beep boop,” watch a horse take a shower, or witness a character admit to watching another sleep at night. Besides Full House, the short answer, comrads, is none. Spend 11 minutes of your day and watch an epi (that’s short for “episode”).
J.J. Abrams was involved in the discovery and inventing of many things, including (but not limited to) the wheel, gravity, toast, and–most recently– Super 8. My goal in writing this post is not to spend an hour on talking about how great this movie truly is, how much it is appreciated by society today, how much it will impact the future of movies for the next several years, or how amazing J.J. Abrams and Steven Spielberg are together as a
delicious after-school snack cohesive unit. Rather, my intentions in this post are to discuss how you are stupid if you don’t like this movie. You should be put to death without delay, if not by me (I’m a busy person with a busy lifestyle) then by an immediate family member. I’m not sure what’s not to like about this movie. Educate me.
Monsieur Abram’s passions are wonderfully displayed in Super 8. He loved the late 70s/early 80s, and he especially loves Spielberg’s works from that time period. So, it goes without saying that this movie resembles movies of the above time period (good morning, E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial and Rob Reiner’s Stand by Me). It envelopes the 80s feel-good times with innocence-of-youth wrapping paper and ties it with a bow of optimism. To be clear: its similarities to the aforementioned movies are intentional.
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