This week’s wide releases:
- Stardust. Fantasy adventure from Matthew Vaughn (Layer Cake), adapted from Neil Gaiman’s novella set in the land of Faerie (published with and without illustrations by Charles Vess) about a young man who ventures into the magical realm hoping to return with a fallen star he’s promised his beloved. Starring Claire Danes, Michelle Pfeifer, Robert De Niro, Sienna Miller, Ricky Gervais, Rupert Everett and Peter O’Toole. As a fan of Gaiman’s Sandman I should be looking forward to this, especially with this good looking cast…but I don’t know. I’m having a hard time imagining Gaiman’s intricate and layered mythology translating well to the big screen. Could be good, could be a mess but might still be the best of a lame crop this weekend.
- Rush Hour 3. I’d managed to live a happy, Brett Ratner free life until that smarmy chump stepped in to destroy the X-Men franchise. Maybe it’s not fair to sum up a guy’s entire career by one movie, but too bad. I’m guessing I won’t be missing out on much.
- Daddy Day Camp (Opened Wednesday). Did Cuba Gooding, Jr. strike some kind of deal with the devil that requires him to make nothing but horrible movies in exchange for the Oscar he won for Jerry Maguire? Came out a couple days early to give you a chance to restore your faith in movies before the weekend I guess.
- Skinwalkers. The synopsis of this movie sounds like it’s from the back of a videogame. Something about a half-werewolf boy and an ancient prophecy about a red moon. No thanks.
And in limited release:
- 2 Days in Paris. Julie Delpy directs herself and Adam Goldberg in this Romantocomedrama about a couple seeking to rekindle their relationship with a vacation in Europe. Sometimes when I think of Julie Delpy, I wonder what the other 91 minutes of Killing Zoe where like…you know, all the parts where she had her shirt on. Then I get bored and move on.
- Rocket Science. I have the feeling that many of the journalists who went to Sundance this year were simply looking for the next Little Miss Sunshine and it sounds like they came up with this thing: yet another quirky, inspirational coming-of-age indie drama about weirdoes. This kid stutters. If there’s a scene where he’s locked in a room with the twerp from Thumbsucker and only one of them is allowed to leave alive, sign me up. Otherwise forget it. And don’t come bothering me next year with an inspirational coming-of-age indie drama about a bed wetter. I’ll have none of it. Yeah, yeah. Growing up is rough. I know. I was there. I’ve moved on.
- Descent. Rosario Dawson out for revenge after getting raped. Clearly the feel-good joy ride of the summer. Oh, and it’s NC-17.