Probably my least fave Marvel hero back in the day, but what a fun film. Action, adventure, some laughs from the comedy sidekicks, some suspense, lots of bad science — what more can you ask? Paul Rudd was perfect as the hero, Corey Stoll (he really should play Lex Luthor someday) lacked only a mustache to twirl as the villain, Evangeline Lilly was beautiful in her black bob. But the science was =so= bad. The number of atoms in the human body averages 7×10 to the 27th power. The Ant-Man technology works by reducing the space between atoms. Yet somehow it reduced all those atoms to a sub-atomic quantum particle? Uh-uh. Here’s the deal: For the sake of the story I’ll buy your wild premise, but then you’ve got to be consistent within that premise. Also, if you can reduce the space between atoms, you reduce size but not weight (think of compressing a pound of feathers into the size of an egg — it still weighs a pound), yet he’s able to ride on the back of an ant? Still worth seeing. Forget all my BS and enjoy the film.




I enjoyed the raunchy, feminist twist on the traditional rom-com in the first hour. The magazine scenes and the muscle-head boyfriend were laugh-aloud funny, and who knew LeBron could act? (Sure, he was playing himself, but that’s harder than you might think.) The 2nd hour, though…back to formula. (The cheerleader scene had me wincing.) Promises not kept.

FF=0 (I wasn’t watching alone)


Okay, world, I can see lots of reasons to dump on this movie (not the least of which, Space Mountain being somewhere in the background all the time) but its vision, its heart…I don’t know…maybe I have a psychic link with Brad Bird…I mean, Iron Giant, The Incredibles… they spoke to me. And this speaks to me as well. Right from the get-go, when a very young Casey says she wants to go to the stars, and someone says, “But what if nothing is there?” And she turns to us with this beatific expression and says, “What if EVERYTHING’S there?” I thought my heart would burst. I can’t tell you how I miss that.

That’s the way my country used to be: optimistic. Reach for the stars. No more. Now it’s minimize the downside. Cut your loses. I find myself falling into that mindset as well. It’s the all-is-lost zeitgeist. You know, “Yeah, well, everything sucks, but hey — that’s the new normal. Deal with it.”

Tomorrowland is a tonic for that. The critics killed it, but they’re purveyors of the we-totally-suck mindset. The new America doesn’t want you to dream, it wants you to look to the government for all your answers and solutions. Tomorrowland says, Look to yourself.



What a delightful find. The beautiful Rosamund Pike, David Tennant, and three fabulous child actors in a totally wacky family trip to Scotland to see an ailing grandparent. The excellent script (with witty dialogue and character bits) takes some strange and unexpected turns. I loved this film. And I love dialogue that makes me fill in the blanks. E.g.:

Jess: Then the policemen comes.
Mom: That was just a misunderstanding, sweetheart.
Dad: Sometimes when grown-ups discuss things very loudly, people will get the wrong ideas
Mickey: He let me play with his taser.
Dad: Well, he didn’t =let= ya.
Mickey: He didn’t say I couldn’t.
Jess: Does electricity feel nice, daddy?
Dad: No, not nice.