In Keanu, the comedy duo delivers almost exactly what you’d expect from a bit on their brilliant Comedy Central show, Key and Peele. The movie picks up on a thread they started in a sketch on the show called A Cappella, featuring the two as rivals trying to join extracurricular groups full of the whitest white boys. In the film, they continue exploring variations of racial identity, supported by a healthy dose of slapstick and the absolutely absurd.
Written by Peele and a writer and co-producer of Key & Peele, Alex Rubens, the plot itself is really more of a parody of a plot, highlighted by the infeasible catalyst for the whole debacle: a bunch of hardened drug dealers and one recently dumped stoner fighting over possession of a wee little kitten.
Kilo Two Bravo is one of those rare films, where the audience feels every uncomfortable move that the characters make.
Directed by Paul Katis, KTB tells the horrifying story of a squad of British paratroopers who unknowingly stumble into a section of Russian landmines during a 2006 mission to Afghanistan. The mines had been forgotten from decades earlier.
One soldier after another is horrifically wounded, as the tension is almost unbearable for viewers.
I found myself covering my eyes at times, wrenched in fear as I watched, waiting for the next explosive to detonate with each step the soldiers take.
You’ve watched the trailers. You’ve seen the billboards. You downloaded the leaked footage. You read the tweets. You listened to the interviews.
By now, if you haven’t heard there is a Deadpool movie coming out, I’m not sure how you are reading an online review (unless your grandma printed it out at the library and sent it over via carrier pigeon). Yes, that Deadpool. The “Merc With a Mouth,” Wade Wilson. If you aren’t a huge comic book fan, but the name sounds familiar – that might be because you watched the horrifically terrible 2009 film X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Although if you are saying, “wait, where was his iconic red costume, and didn’t that Deadpool have his mouth sown shut,” then you would be as puzzled as the rest of us who had to sit through that debacle. Yes, they sewed the mouth shut of a guy nicknamed “The Merc With a Mouth.” But I digress.
Luckily for hopeful comic book fans everywhere, THIS is the Deadpool we expected. Scratch that; this is the Deadpool that dreams are made of. That’s right. This movie gets it right, where so many failed attempts at bringing superheroes to life get it wrong. But as Deadpool himself says in the film, “you’re probably thinking, this is a superhero movie but that guy in the suit just turned that other guy into a f****ng kebab. Surprise, this is a different kind of superhero movie.” And he’s one hundred percent correct.
Deadpool is a HARD R. That means when the MPAA says it’s rated R for strong violence and language throughout, sexual content and graphic nudity – they aren’t messing around. Which means two things. One: if you are easily offended, this isn’t the movie for you. And two: it makes the movie extremely awesome, true to the source material, and one of the most fun times you’ll have at the theater.
It’s been five years since Hong Kong’s action superstar Donnie Yen and director Wilson Yip brought us the first installment of the Ip Man franchise, a story based on the creator of the Wing Chun style of martial arts and made famous by the legendary Bruce Lee (one of Ip Man’s students in real life). The newest installment has some stand outs: the addition of Zhang Jin (who stared in another Ip Man biopic called The Grandmaster) and the rather strange addition of Mike Tyson (yes, that Mike Tyson). This was probably the weakest entry into the series, but it was still a solid flick.
The holiday season not only brought the return of Star Wars, but also the return of Quentin Tarantino for film buffs. The director’s latest – and his greatest film to date – The Hateful Eight is an experience unlike anything you’re likely to have in movie theaters this year or anytime soon.
Beautifully filmed in 70-millimeter, the move engages audiences from the very beginning of this three-hour spaghetti western. Watching Tarantino’s latest film is like watching a master at work. He uses beautiful cinematography in the mountains of Wyoming, but also dishes out more fake blood than I’ve ever seen before.
Clocking in at just over three hours with an overture and an intermission, The Hateful Eight is a western “who done it,” featuring top notch acting. With standout performances from Samuel L. Jackson as Maj. Marquis Warren, and Kurt Russell (doing his best John Wayne imitation as John Ruth), the audience gets their moneys worth.