I saw a free preview of Gifted last night. If you're planning to see the movie because a) Chris Evans b) with a child c) occasionally flaunting his biceps, you will not be disappointed.
I thought it was good, and exactly what it wanted to be and no more. For example, this is a role that Octavia Spencer can play in her sleep.
I am sure I will die when I see it. Die from Ovary Explosion.
OK, but what if you're sad about Chris Evans and Jenny Slate breaking up IRL?
This will probably not help you be less sad.
I can probably get past that....
Scruffy Chris Evans usually puts me in a good mood regardless of the tone of the story.
On the scale of "clean-cut all-American hero" and "those pictures from the Advocate where he looks like a rentboy", he's a few notches up from rentboy.
Took my mom to see Get Out this afternoon, and both of us enjoyed it immensely. I figured out
the thing with the armrest stuffing
before it happened, but was off base in that
I thought the little brother was another of the people wanting Chris' body for his own rather than just a weirdo assistant to the parents.
Saw
Niki Caro's
The Zookeeper's Wife
tonight. Damn is that an incredible story. And, while it's not a perfect film, it made me sad that more films aren't directed by women. So many times throughout I was struck by choices that likely wouldn't have been made by a man.