Mind Control Double Feature #97: Dead Writers
In which a pair of crazy writers write themselves into early graves.
In which a pair of crazy writers write themselves into early graves.
The first in a sure-to-be-endless series of genius ideas we, the kind souls at Mind Control, offer to the Disney Empire free of charge.
In which three versions of the same history shed light on the story-tellers behind them.
We last left the apes wondering if Zira and Cornelius’s baby would grow up and spawn a race of super-intelligent apes that would one day take over the world. WRONG! Well, sort of.
It’s a movie. About Godzilla. In 2014. He destroys some stuff, fights a couple of other monsters. There are people in the movie, but not so you’d notice.
In which Jesse Eisenberg plays two of himself, neither of whom is likely to keep you awake for a full 90 minutes.
‘Scuse me while I whip this out.
Listen up, Bub: what we got here are a bunch of staggering zombies and a bunch of yelling humans. Guess which ones are more interesting?
Do you want to watch a 21-year-old supermodel play a 17-year-old teenager discovering her sexuality by becoming a prostitute and having hot naked sex with strange men in expensive hotel rooms?
Ape madness continues with a movie you will hardly credit existing, even if, like me, you watched it last night.
The main thing Frank has going for it is that Frank is a guy who wears a giant fake head and never takes it off. Which is good for quite a bit of entertainment before the movie falls apart.
What’s that? You got in a fight? And you won? That’s very impressive of you. Whom did you fight? Was it—a human being? Yawn. A real man doesn’t fight other men. He fights trains.
In which I venture into the first of The Planet of The Apes sequels, and do not emerge unscathed.
Sorcerer, William Friedkin’s gritty, arty, ’77 remake of the classic ’53 French action movie, The Wages of Fear, had the misfortune to open one month after Star Wars.