Now You See Me: A group of douchebag magicians hold a competition to see which of them is the biggest douchebag, with the twist ending that Mark Ruffalo was the biggest douchebag all along!
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It was so convoluted.
Superman trailer: [link]
I so want this to be good. High marks for that subtle shift in demeanor and voice when he goes from Clark to Superman.
The number of characters in this movie seems like too much, but Gunn proved with GotG he can introduce a large cast well, so I'll be cautiously optimistic.
I will say after the recent string of ruggedly handsome silver fox Pa Kents seeing one that actually looks like an old farmer threw me for a loop.
I so want this to be good.
The trailer really does make it look good. I hope it's not a lie.
Shallow take - there's something about his face that makes him not attractive to me. Superman is supposed to be hot. I imprinted on Christopher Reeve as a child, and still find that black hair/blue eyed/square jaw situation to be hot like burning. He has these things, but somehow not.
The dog is uncanny valley for me. Looks like a cartoon.
Same, Vortex. It's hard to pin down because as you go through Corenswet's features one by one everything should work, and his face isn't actually that dissimilar to Henry Cavill's. But in the end the appeal just isn't there. I'm pretty sure it's something about his eyes.
I will say that in other projects I've seen him project the gee-whiz Jimmy Stewart wholesome aura that's needed for the character.
I watched Suspicion tonight. 1942 Hitchcock. Not his best. This was a review on Letterboxd that has me laughing still: “90 minutes of Cary Grant being hella sus”.
I watched Suspicion tonight. 1942 Hitchcock. Not his best.
I had fond memories of it from my teen years, and I still love it (mainly for Beaky and the Regency romance plot), but it went down in my esteem quite a bit when I blogged Hitchcock's filmography a decade or so ago. Now, it just barely makes the top 20 in my Hitchcock rankings.
I finally saw Sinners on Saturday, and told my mother she should really see it, so then today when I was going to see Thunderbolts with my cousin (I am obviously way behind), Sinners was at the same theater at about the same time, so she came and saw that! We both thought it was great, obviously.