The companion piece to Inglourious Basterds. Same strengths—for me at least—and same weaknesses. Great set pieces. But Tarantino doesn't go as deep as he might, just gets angry and kills everybody in sight.
Saw it with the whole damn family. Everybody loved it—except me. I only liked it. Soap operas, even with good music, are always messy. Maybe that's the point: they're messy just like life.
Well acted and well staged. But how can 40-year-olds who act like spoiled, self-centered and destructive 15-year-olds wonder why their lives are something of a mess? And they seem mostly oblivious to the fact that their charming and gifted kids will probably end up in therapy. Judd Apatow obviously wants to create comedies that don't just make people laugh—but also think. Well, I think some very smart and talented people often lead unnecessarily messy lives. Which raises the question—at least for me—How smart are they?
When I was a kid my mother would make these clean-up stews. And my father would say helpful things like, "You like green beans, you like eggs, you like chicken hash, you like shrimp—so how can you say you don't like this stew?" Well I like Tom Cruise movies, and I like most of the Jack Reacher novels—but I didn't particularly like this stew. The dialog is kind of flat, the shooting isn't very good, and Tom ain't Jack.