Apocalypto finds Mel Gibson working in the same nyuk-nyuk vein that’s sustained him for over 25 years.
Bobby is an overly earnest bit of hero worship buried amidst an especially pedestrian, multi-narrative melodrama.
The Fountain is both impossible to dismiss outright and, unfortunately, equally difficult to take seriously.
The funny thing about this Bond series is that they’re always trend-chasing and they’re typically a year or two too late.
Alright, the first column seems to have gone fairly well. An observation though: not enough conflict. We’re in agreement on far too much.
What rankles me the most is the received wisdom that somehow Flags of Our Fathers has too broad of a canvas for Eastwood and thus is outside his particular wheelhouse.