By: Henry J. Fromage –
This week was spent catching up on flicks I missed in theaters for the most part, but oh yeah, I also watched The Fanatic.
198. Dark Phoenix
Honestly, this wasn’t that bad. Not nearly as bad as the first time this same team did the same story (X-Men: The Last Stand) and not nearly as bad as the last film in the series (X-Men: Apocalypse). It was a perfectly competently shot and acted erstwhile summer blockbuster that, like many, plays better on the small screen. Sure, I’m ready for the Disney/Marvel machine to make their stamp on the material, but James McAvoy, Michael Fassbender, Jennifer Lawrence, et al were a pretty fantastic cast. Three Beers.
199. It: Chapter Two
Speaking of underwhelming summer blockbusters that may play better on the small screen where your attention can be divided… this was no match for the Stranger Things stylings of the first film despite some pretty crack adult casting, and yes, not even all that scary despite Bill Skarsgard’s very best efforts (they really underuse him here). All-in-all, though, it provides the closure we wanted as well as enough enough of the original’s thrills. Three Beers.
This is a bit overwrought and overwritten, but when you have 5 Supporting Actress Oscar nominations (and 2 wins- why Allison Janney is in this I have no idea, but I love it) in the cast of your late spring horror film you’ve got something worth watching. Octavia Spencer dominates the screen but the young teen cast hold their own as well, and despite some silliness here and there and obvious plot twists, the ride is overall worth taking. Three Beers.
201. The Fanatic
Every once in awhile a movie so bad it’s good debuts that everyone recognizes instantly is a classic of the form. In the previous several years, by and large those films have starred John Travolta. Still, even the pictures won’t prepare you for the complete dedication and earnestness of his portrayal of a some flavor of mentally-challenged star-stalker whose relationship with his favorite action hero played by Devon Sawa goes terribly south. Directed by (yes, that) Fred Durst with a thrilling mix of ineptitude and polish, it takes real vision to make a film this off-base of anything anyone would ever want in a film. Six Pack.