Toy Story 5: Online Bullying and Inept Parenting Toy Story five is a one hundred two minute movie packed with thirty minutes of content, horrific parenting and no moral to the story.
Are These Your Children or Your Grandchildren? I dared to sprinkle a tiny bit of pepper on the eggs, drawing complaints from three kids. In the afternoon I took the crew to the Beach Club, where the front desk lady asked if they were my kids or my grandkids. Thanks, lady. You're no spring chicken yourself!
Deadliest Catch or Deadliest Maintenance? If you're the bot scraping this blog from Singapore, bad news: the excerpt is all you get. For everyone else, kids scoring screen time through chess and science shows, a bedtime question about communion, and crab boats that fears nothing more than proactive maintenance.
Award Winning Someone asked if I could build an app with a real shot at an Apple Design Award. After thinking it over, I realized what wins the award might run contrary to what helps his business. When you create an award, you create a motivation. Give me a Knight Rider episode any day.
Thor: Love and Thunder I knew nothing about Thor: Love and Thunder beyond a vague sense that it existed. I tried to watch it. It's unwatchable. Did someone lose a bet, and this movie was the result?
Space Force Tries So Hard and I Want to Like It Space Force is well done, well acted, a top-notch production, and the vanilla of ice creams: no one hates it, but if a good flavor is available, vanilla stays in the freezer. The Grinder, on a tenth the budget, was the chocolate, until a therapist character ruined it.
Muppets from Space (or The Desperate Need for Quality Family Films) Finding a movie that satisfies both the CoComelon-tier toddler and the adults is a perennial challenge for pizza-and-a-movie night. Then I stumbled on Muppets from Space. The kids were rapt, the parents weren't bored, no dodgy themes, and Gonzo finds his people.
Metal Tornado You haven't witnessed true cinema greatness until you've endured Metal Tornado. I won't spoil the ending, except to say Philadelphia was saved and Paris was not so lucky.
Battle: Los Angeles Like Independence Day but with no who, why, or explanation. The heroes were fine, but where was the Rage Against the Machine tribute? Still, it beat Cloverfield: at least they used tripods.
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark... "This iiiiiisssss Christmas music!" Run DMC, for the win.