Weekend Peep Show: War & Peace & Some Very Neat Vintage Threads
You gotta understand where I'm coming from. Last night, I saw Ben Affleck's directorial debut, Gone Baby Gone, which isn't out this weekend, dang it. The movie is—get this—really thought-provoking. Like, you walk out thinking about nature versus nurture, wanting to read every word that Dennis Lehane ever put to paper. Sadly, though, Gone wasn't exactly the greatest warmup for this weekend, which is definitely not gonna do much for your noggin.
Ron Phillips/Disney Enterprises
The Game Plan
My name is Madison Pettis, and my mommy says I am an actress. That's why I play cute get-to-know-you games in a movie with The Rock—where he's a selfish football player and I am a sweet little girl. I am sweet. I am his daughter. Shhh. He finds out in the movie. Don't tell him I told you. Disney likes me. Someday I want to be like Lindsay Lohan, only not. If you have kids, your family will like this even though it's not as fun as Uncle Buck or The Parent Trap or other kid movies and stuff. Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that. Do I still get lettuce for lunch?
MGM/Lakeshore Entertainment
Feast of Love
Greg Kinnear is playing a coffee-shop owner. Argh! It's like Maggie Gyllenhaal's bakery owner in Stranger Than Fiction. Cutesy jobs involving food are always a red flag that the depth of character is more akin to cotton candy than pound cake. But really, who gives an apple tart about depth? It's been a while since there was a soft, slight and ambitious ensemble about how downright impossible it is to make relationships work (even if you've got Morgan Freeman doling out advice). If you skipped out on The Jane Austen Book Club, you'll find this Feast refreshing, in that fluffy, in-one-ear-out-the-other kind of way.
20th Century Fox
The Darjeeling Limited
There are three possible responses to this extremely Wes Anderson Wes Anderson movie. You could stare at Owen Wilson and look for clues into his psyche. Or maybe you scratch your eyes out at the pretentiousness and remember when you had real hope for Adrien Brody. Or you take notes on all the clothes in your closet you are going to throw away and wish that Jason Schwartzman would take you on a shopping spree. (Strictly vintage, of course.) Yes, Darjeeling is so coulda-been-a-contender—it touches on father issues but, like a scared kid, pulls its finger back—that watching it feels like finding a dust-covered ashtray that you sculpted in the third grade. It's not prodigal anymore; it's just clay.
Frank Connor/Universal Pictures
The Kingdom
Economic fiasco and lackluster politicians got you down? Then you will hoo-ha through every frame of The Kingdom, in which Jamie Foxx and Jennifer Garner show us that all it takes to save America is two highly marketable VMA-appropriate A-listers. I am grossed out just talking about this movie. Peter Berg, you made Friday Night Lights. Could you not have brought a smidgen of that complexity and grit into Saudi Arabia? Grrr.
Focus Features
Lust, Caution
NC-17 alert! Ang Lee likes his sex rough, charged and surprising. Personally, I like my Ang Lee best in The Ice Storm—stylized yet grounded, with more focus on what sex means to screwed-up people than what it actually looks like, even when it looks like naked circus dancers on Viagra. Let it be said that Lust, which is about an affair between a countryman (Tony Leung) and a spy (Tang Wei) is obnoxiously long. Let it also be said that Ms. Wei is gorgeous and talented and this is her great shining moment, but that this moment will be seen in December when Oscar screeners go out.



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