Mom Dragged Me to Inkheart

Certain actors and directors have been issued what I call my Pass for Life. This Pass for Life is given to the chosen few who've made enough solid films (or, in rare instances, just one mind-blowing movie) that all cinematic sins are forgiven them. In my estimation, the Pass for Life belongs to Rob Reiner (director of The Princess Bride and This Is Spinal Tap), Sir Ian McKellen (he's freaking Gandalf AND Magneto, people), and Harrison Ford (Han Solo had me at "I know"). You, dear reader, probably cannot deny any of those men the Pass for Life. All of them have earned it.


For some reason, however, my mom thinks that one can just haphazardly issue the Pass for Life. That can be the only reason that BRENDAN FRASER holds her Pass for Life. I enjoyed the first Mummy movie as much as (and possibly more than) the next guy, but seriously? Seriously? Pass for Life for Encino Man Brendan Fraser?? Ah, well. Anyway, that's how I got stuck spending my Saturday involuntarily watching Inkheart.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't excruciatingly painful. Inkheart's just another one of those passable kiddie fantasy movies that gives you a little something to do on Sunday afternoons when you're not too terribly busy. I only wish I could have waited until this one hit DVD instead of rushing out to the movie theater and having to sit through kid movie previews. I'll take this opportunity to mention the fact that I hate kid movie previews with a fiery passion. No, I don't care if Julia Roberts's niece acts now or if Zac Efron wants to redo Big.

So back to Inkheart, Iain Softley's adaptation of the Cornelia Funke novel. It's rather like Stranger than Fiction for kids, really, except far less irritating. Brendan Fraser plays a guy named Mo, who's a Silver Tongue. That means that when he reads aloud the words of any book, the very sound of his (boring, flat, uninteresting) voice yanks the images and characters off the page and into the real world and zaps somebody from the real world into the book. As somebody whose mom read to her the way only an elementary school teacher could, I find it hard to believe that this lame voice could possibly make anything cool happen. Anyway, so he's got this cute little family consisting of a wife, Resa (Sienna Guillory), and his young daughter, Meggie (Eliza Bennett). And one night way back before the movie's started, as Daddy's reading this Inkheart book, out leaps the villainous Capricorn (Andy Serkis), sexy fire juggler Dustfinger (the always underused Paul Bettany), and various strangely dressed creepers from what seems to be a pretty lame kid story and in goes the wifey. Whoops.

So for nine years, Mo's trying to track down the out-of-print book to send everybody back where they belong, without ever telling his little girl (who's not so surprisingly inherited his gift) that his boring reading is the real reason she doesn't remember anything about her mom. He finally gets his hands on a copy of Inkheart, but damn if unintentionally sexy Dustfinger and his sneaky pet weasel get involved before Mo can read his wife back into reality. Dustfinger just wants to go back to his woman (played by real-life wife Jennifer Connelly), but since Mo's more concerned about getting Resa back, he doesn't want to read at the command of some fictional character. Fine, says Dustfinger. I'll get Capricorn to help me out. That's a bad game plan. Capricorn just wants to stay in the human realm, and to do that, he's hoping to enlist the aid of Mo to read out The Shadow, the part of the book that he didn't get to the last time he read it. The Shadow looks a lot like the sand wall trick from The Mummy, and it likes to eat people. Fire juggler's turn to say whoops.

Anyway, the movie's all about using this whole Silver Tongue trick to one's advantage to save the day.

Let's not forget that Helen Mirren's here, too. Rather unnecessarily, but still enjoyably here. She plays Meggie's feisty, book-loving great aunt, and while they don't really need her help, she sure is fun to watch.

The movie wants to tell us two things: just how magical the written word can be and how each man is a ruler of his own fate. And the written word can be quite magical. Too bad this particular movie isn't really the one to prove that. Light on visual effects (all the visual effects, however, really work) and heavy on weird costuming (check out the hairstyles for some of the henchmen types), it barely feels like a lot of the kiddie fantasy fare that's been shoved down our throats the last couple of years (e.g. Narnia). Sure, it's cute and good enough to pass a couple of hours (there were some seriously draggy bits in the middle), but it won't convince you that everyone should be allowed to pick up a pen.

-Katie

Wolverine Poster Hits Net

The first poster for X-Men Origins: Wolverine has hit the net. It features Hugh "Sexy" Jackman's face. Unfortunately for Katie, the claws cover most of it. Still, all around a bang up job. It's a nice, solid one-sheet. Claws look really photoshopped at his knuckles, but I'm being picky again. I cannot wait for this movie. If you live under a rock and haven't seen the trailer yet, enlighten yourself, please.

Unfortunately, technical difficulties are making it impossible to upload pictures. You can find it here.

~Lauren

Quite Taken...with Liam Neeson

Try to imagine Jason Bourne tackling a human trafficking ring, Law and Order: SVU style. You know how he'd do it: outwitting the bad guys, beating everyone senseless, limping through his pain, and driving unsafely through very crowded cities. Age Jason about twenty years and give him a cute, naive, teenage daughter, and all of a sudden, you've got Pierre Morel's taut action flick, Taken.

The ever-reliable Liam Neeson stars as Bryan Mills, a retired "preventer," whose devotion to his government post broke up his marriage to Lenore (played as essence of bitch by Famke Janssen) and left him longing for a closer bond with his lovely daughter, Kim (Maggie Grace). So to patch up the fractured family dynamic, Bryan has moved closer to his ex-wife and kid to try to be the daddy his job wouldn't let him be. The man does his best to be a good father: buys Kim a thoughtful birthday gift, encourages her dreams of being a singer, taking her birthday photos on his cheap disposable camera, and tries to keep her out of trouble. But none of that is good enough for silly Kim or her hag of a mother. Oh no. Somebody thinks it's a good idea to ship off two attractive American girls to live in Paris for the summer without adult supervision. With all those years doing shady stuff for the government, Bryan knows better, but Lenore bullies him and Kim cries him into giving his permission to send his only daughter abroad.

So off goes Kim with her slutbag gal pal Amanda (Katie Cassidy). Because she's a slutbag, Amanda doesn't think twice about lying to her best friend, splitting a cab with a complete stranger (who just happens to be a French hottie), giving out the address of her cousins' posh apartment to said French hottie, and planning to fornicate with said French hottie in a matter of hours. Virginal Kim, on the other hand, immediately recognizes the utter stupidity of the wanton wench and berates her for her impulses. Frustrated, she goes to call her daddy, whom she should have called hours before; meanwhile, thugs from a human trafficking operation have broken into the apartment to snatch the two beauties. Naughty naughty Amanda goes first, while Kim watches in horror, explaining every detail to Bryan before they come for her, too.

When you're an ex-government operative type, you've still got all your connections and gadgetry years after you're no longer doing the job. Armed with a recording, a network of knowledgeable pals, and "a very particular set of skills" that would make even Jason (Bourne, if you didn't follow) a little envious, Bryan heads off to Europe to find and kill whoever did...whatever to his precious daughter. Now that you've made him angry, wearied Bryan is going to hunt some folks down and leave some unspeakable carnage in his wake. And getting to see that legendary skill set at work is a thing of beauty. Unsafe driving. Torture. Fist fights. Knives. Guns. All the stuff you love about every action movie you've ever seen, executed to perfection by Liam Neeson. And unlike the Bourne movies (...it always comes back to Jason, folks), the action scenes are shot and edited in such a way that one can actually tell pretty much everything that's happening.

Since Lauren already drew attention to the fact that there are some Star Wars parallels to be made, I may as well mention them. Check out the scene on the yacht and see if you're not thinking about Jabba the Hutt lusting after Leia in her gold bikini. You will. I know you will. You pervert. It actually kind of threw me a little; I'd been really engrossed in the action for the last forty-five minutes or so, and all of a sudden, I was in a galaxy far, far away. And in the worst of all of them, too, God help me.

Technically, more plot stuff unfolds after Bryan gets started on mission of massacreing mayhem (oh, such mayhem!), but none of that's really relevant here. Ultimately, this is an R-ish thriller about a BAMF and his skills. Period. See it. Love it. Don't flirt with French hotties.

-Katie

An Appeal For Sanity

Last winter, around this time, Alyssa came back from a weekend with her family with some new dvds. One of these had come free with another movie. Jason Statham was on the cover. John Rhys-Davies was listed on the back. We figured, what the heck, let's watch this In The Name Of The King: A Dungeon Siege Tale. I guess I must have been suffering from a temporary film knowledge amnesia or something, because I'm not sure how I forgot that Uwe Boll had created this nonsense. I hate Uwe Boll. Will Smith and I frequently joke about the crap he creates. So, the fact that I forgot Uwe Boll directed and wrote In The Name Of The King astounds me. Less than thirty minutes into the movie, I started to ask myself questions like, "Who the expletive wrote this expletive?" And "Who in the name of expletive didn't understand the basic concept of framing?" Something is wrong when all but the actor's lower left jaw is cut out of the shot while the actor is talking. I started to think, "This is the sort of thing that only Uwe Boll makes." Then it dawned on me, and I picked the dvd case back up. As with most all of Uwe Boll's movies, I ended up watching the whole thing trying to find something redeemable about the movie. As usual, there was nothing. This movie's Razzie nomination was well, well deserved. 

Who exactly is producing Boll's movies? Seriously, who throws money at this guy? As one of the individuals who signed the petition for Boll to stop making movies, I feel justified in saying that Boll and his associates, who only ever seem to work on Boll projects, should be put on trial for crimes against humanity. Take Blood Rayne for example. I'm fairly certain even the SciFi channel considers this crap, and that's saying something. I keep hoping that Boll will stop, but imdb tells me it is not so. Uwe Boll has not one, but six projects currently in the works, and one that's already finished for 2009. None of these, not even Zombie Massacre, stands a chance. Some have slightly more hope, but only because Boll didn't write all six scripts. 

As a lover of both good and bad movies, I'd like to make an appeal to Mr. Uwe Boll for the sanity of the population. Remember Shawn of the Dead? I'm willing to bet that everyone turned into zombies after watching Uwe Boll's films. If prolonged exposure to Boll's movies really does turn people into zombies, the Zombie Apocalypse will commence shortly, since the man is releasing five new movies in 2009. Oh, the horror...

Please, Mr. Boll, have mercy.

~Lauren

Trailer Watch

I love the Super Bowl. We get all kinds of new trailers on the commercial breaks. Most of these movies end up being terrible. Case study: Van Helsing. But back to the point, Super Bowl brings all kinds of trailer goodness. The G.I. Joe trailer is supposedly making it's debut during the commercial breaks this year. Here's a very brief first glimpse. Cast includes Dennis Quaid (Vantage Point), Channing Tatum (Stop-Loss), Sienna Miller (Stardust), Christopher Eccleston (formerly The Doctor on Doctor Who), Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje (LOST, The Bourne Identity), and Rachel Nichols, that really irritating chick from the final season of Alias. Nichols was in P2 if you want a non-Alias reference. Anyways, thoughts on this clip or the cast? To be honest, the only one I'm excited about is Eccleston, because he's the Doctor. 

In other news, for all you Trekkies out there, here's a Star Trek trailer with commentary from nearly everyone involved. Is it just me, or is Eric Bana more laughable every time you see him in this? Anyways, check it out. Zachary Quinto pops up a few times, Heroes fans. You can find it here. And yeah, since when did Esurance become cool enough to host this video?

I finally found the U.S. trailer for Chocolate. It's a lot sillier than the Japanese trailer, but then, Japanese trailers seem to be better than U.S. trailers a majority of the time. Go figure.

I love Mos Def, but I'm not sure about Next Day Air.

Enough with inspirational films. I'm tired of inspirational, coming up from behind sports movies. It's old. Time for something new Hollywood, and it isn't Sugar.

Finally, if you saw Taken this weekend, you probably caught the trailer for Crank 2. I'd already seen the leaked unrated trailer when it hit the web last week, so I wasn't really surprised by anything new. Katie, on the other hand, almost fell out of her seat laughing so hard. I don't blame her. It's absurd. I really don't understand Jason Statham's recent acting choices. Death Race? Really Jason? Crank was bad enough. Do we really need a Crank 2? Did your horrendous hair in Revolver damage your career that badly, or is this all Uwe Boll's fault? I've forgiven you, Jason, for Revolver. I'm trying to come to terms with In The Name of the King. Please, please stick with stuff like The Bank Job and stop trying to earn yourself a Razzie nomination. Heavens know, you'll probably get one for this.

Vampires and Lycans and Oscar Hopefuls, Oh My!

I suppose that "director" Len Wiseman (Live Free or Die Hard) figured that he should have left someone else in charge of his affairs when he handed over the reins to the third installment of his Underworld series to visual effects guru Patrick Tatopoulos. And it's a good thing, too. Although the film is hardly the Citizen Kane of vampire flicks, Underworld 3: Rise of the Lycans is just fun, flashy, fanged filmmaking. Before you bash, consider the fact that the most appealing character from the first two movies, Selene (the ridiculously stunning Kate Beckinsale), isn't strutting her stuff in leather this time around. Remember that Michael Sheen is not designed to be an action star; he's Tony Blair for God's sake (fortunately for us, though, he brings the same quality of performance to something like this). Keep in mind that if you actually saw Rhona Mitra in Doomsday, you more than likely have tried to forget it (Lauren would like to comment that she rather enjoyed Doomsday). If you walked into the cineplex expecting art, you should probably have bought a ticket for Sheen's other film, Frost/Nixon. But if you're anything like us, you were just ready for more painful dialogue and more slick vampire-lycan brawling. And Underworld 3 delivers, even without the unbelievably beautiful Ms. Beckinsale.

In case you've forgotten the storyline of the blue-hued Underworld universe, let's review: vampires and lycans (that's werewolves, apparently) just can't seem to get along. Descendants of the same bloodline, one guy was bitten by wolf, one by bat, blah blah blah...all that gets boring and convoluted, especially in Underworld: Evolution. Snobbish vampires enslave hardworking lycans, a forbidden interspecies love affair sparks a war, and The Matrix and a few centuries later, you've got a flawless leather-clad Kate Beckinsale pumping silver nitrate into hairy beasts...and awkwardly hooking up with them. Round 3 of the saga (?) enlightens us about that whole Romeo and Juliet situation.

Once upon a time, a loyal lycan named Lucian (Michael Sheen) was the favorite pet of Viktor (the always enjoyable but confusing Bill Nighy), a vampire elder with a crazy indeterminable accent and a hot warrior daughter named Sonja (Rhona Mitra, who's just a skanky Kate). Because dirty, tough, aristocratic chicks and dirty, long-haired, pixie-faced slave boys are destined to have sex in weird places and start all kinds of trouble, Sonja and Lucian sneak off to the strangest of locales to enjoy some incomprehensible intercourse. (There are no words to describe this moment. Uncontrollable laughter is really the only appropriate response to hook-ups as absurd as this one.) Which is really bad, to say the least. As it turns out, Viktor's a big racist jerk who doesn't even want Lucian checking out his little girl, much less impregnating her with that "abomination" he rambled on and on and ON about in the first movie.

Anyway, Lucian screws up one day by lycaning out in an effort to save Sonja and lands himself in werewolf jail with a few lashes to boot. After his years of laboring as a day-time guardian of the undead, it's little wonder that Lucian gets so pissed and decides to head up a lycan revolution and try to take Sonja away from the vampire stronghold. Since Michael Sheen's one hell of an actor, he's shockingly convincing as the leader of the rebel forces AND as a romantic lead, even in the context of bloodsuckers and shapeshifters. Trading ultraviolet bullets and silver nitrate rounds for swords and claws, the battling clans manage to tone down the Matrix-ness of it all and give us some good medieval fight scenes the way William Wallace likes them.

If you saw Underworld and recall the flashbacks, you know how things go down between poor sweet Lucian and his ladylove, so I won't bother killing the ending that, technically, you should know, anyway. Let it suffice to say that centuries-long wars don't start with happy endings.

As indicated before, this silly, violent flick is not intended for movie snobs. It's Oscar season, and if that's what you're into, you have options. But for those of us who just want to hear Bill Nighy dither about betrayal (count how many times you hear that word) and Michael Sheen holler about slavery, it doesn't really get much better than this one. The sword-slinging, form-changing, blood-spurting fun has officially begun, folks.

-Katie

Trailer Watch

Movie trailers are vital part of my movie going existence. Good trailers can make or break a movie. Sometimes they can make a movie look deceptively good, as was the case with The Brothers Grimm trailer a few years back. Thus, Trailer Watch. I might come up with a better name for this series later.

Today's highlight: Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. 

Trailer can be found here. Tell me what you think. Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of good old Mathew, but I like Jennifer Garner. Alias is one of my favorite tv shows of all time. Still, the plot seems corny and unoriginal. I'll have to reserve judgement for now.

~Lauren

Why Fox should be burned to the ground

Dear Fox,

Stop making movies, please. Lets look at the last year and what you gave us: The Happening, Meet Dave, Space Chimps, Babylon A.D., Max Payne, and a whole lot of other crap. I know you've just acquired the rights to Narnia, so please, stop now. I'm begging you. I don't need another Eragon fiasco. If you refuse to stop, some well meaning friends who owe me may begin that guerilla warfare mentioned in this site's introduction. 

Most of all, the number one reason why you should stop, involves the large chance you are about to ruin Iron Man 2. If your Gullivers Travels, which basically sounds like a bad idea to begin with, creates scheduling conflicts, I'll never forgive you. See here if you aren't sure what I'm complaining about. I want Emily Blunt for Black Widow. Marvel is already causing problems with this movie. Don't be on my hate list, Fox.

Sincerely,

Lauren

Rambo V

So apparently there is going to be a fifth Rambo movie. I'm not too sure I care. I'm probably too tired at the moment to get really excited. Maybe I will be once more details, other than the existence of such a project, emerge. 

You can read all bout it here. Stallone also give a shout out to Mickey Rourke for The Wrestler, not that everyone else in Hollywood hasn't.

~Lauren

Taken, or why you should never let your kids travel abroad

I'm tired so this will be really short, as it should be. I saw Taken tonight with Alyssa and Katie. Liam Neeson, as usual, is amazing. I want him to be my father. Between this and his role in Love Actually, he's the best father ever. 

I can't really say much about this, because I don't want to give much away. Liam Neeson plays Bryan Mills, who is part Jason Bourne, part Craig's Bond. He's basically made of awesome. The plot is fairly strait forward. Mills is a retired government agent of some sort. He's trying to forge a relationship with his teenage daughter, played by Maggie Grace, who surprisingly looks much younger than her actual age. Daughter goes to Paris on vacation. Daughter gets kidnapped by human traffickers. Father rains down ungodly hell on Parisian underworld on quest to find daughter. Pierre Morel does a great job of capturing every glorious minute. The fight scenes are nicely shot, and have non of the shaky footage that plagues the Bourne movies. The characters are believable, if somewhat underdeveloped. Make no mistake, there is no character growth. This movie is about Liam Neeson beating the crap out of everybody. The theater I saw it in was almost full, and the audience loved it. They cheered every moment. The violence was great, pushing that PG-13 rating as much as it could. I've heard rumors of an unrated directors cut, and I can't wait to get my hands on it. 

Sure, sometimes you question what you see. There's a final bit on the boat that I'm sure Katie will mention. She made some comparisons between it and certain Leia and Jabba the Hut moments in Star Wars. It's also very clear that if Liam Neeson hadn't been so lucky in a few instances, he would have been completely screwed. It would have been nice to have explored some characters more and to have given more time to some of the character relationships. But you have to understand, I'm being picky.

All in all, this is a solid action flick. Parents are probably going to be a lot more paranoid about their child's proposed trip to Europe, so beware bringing one's parents to this movie if you are a student/teenager. Regardless, definitely better than most movies in theaters that haven't been nominated, so check it out if the Oscar buzz isn't your thing. Check it out even if it is your thing. Liam Neeson is great. I can't wait to see what Maggie Grace does next, especially since I wrote her off as an uninteresting actress following her somewhat one-note performance on LOST. Most of all, I can't wait to see what Pierre Morel and Luc Besson do next.

Trailer can be found here.

Wow I ramble when I'm tired. Definitely rewriting this later. 

~Lauren

Underworld 3: The Return of Michael Sheen Hotness

I loved Underworld. I fraking loved it. Sure, it has issues. The werewolves/lycans are blue. Every attractive man dies. Scott Speedman is impossibly irritating. Yeah, it has issues. But it's awesome. Kate Beckinsale is beautiful. Michael Sheen is strangely attractive in a dirty sort of way you'd expect from a werewolf. Soundtrack was fantastic. Paul Haslinger did his best, and arguably only decent, score. I was really, really excited to learn that a sequel and a prequel were in the works.

Then came Underworld: Evolution. Oh boy. So bad it was almost moved to my so-bad-it's-unwatchable list. Loyalty to Underworld kept me from moving it to such a category. Sure, Kate was back. But so was Scot Speedman. Oh boy, he is truly awful in these movies. I cannot fathom why someone as badass as Selene would go for an all out pansy/loser like Michael. And no, he's not cool once he becomes a hybrid. If possible, he's even more pathetic. The sex scene in this movie was painful. It did have some freaking awesome fight scenes, so I guess that's the silver lining.

Needless to say, I doubted that they'd even bother making a prequel. I didn't believe that it stood a chance. Then came the rays of sunshine. Len Wiseman, who is a terrible director, stepped back to let someone else take the reigns. Rhona Mitra, frequently referred to by Katie as the skanier version of Kate Beckinsale, was on board as Sonja, which makes sense, since Selene is supposed to be a dead ringer for Sonja. Then came the best part of all. Michael Sheen, with his odd hotness, was coming back. Suddenly, I had hope.

Due to conflicting events in my life, I didn't see this until the Tuesday after it came out. Katie, our friend Alyssa, and I were probably the only girls in the theater, which was basically empty. This was probably for the best, since we were ready to laugh our heads off. Underworld is a favorite of ours for dialogue gems like "I should have left someone else in charge of mah affairs." Bill Nighy's random southern accent is priceless. Rise of the Lycans did not disappoint. This movie would have been amazing had it not been for the sex scene. I thought that nothing could be worse than the sex scene in 300. Oh, I was wrong. The entire theater was laughing. I nearly fell out of my seat. Even now, days after seeing it, Katie just has to make a subtle reference to it and I laugh until I can't breathe. 

Other problems abound. The costuming for the female vampires, despite that this is supposed to be a period piece, are strait out of a nightclub or a rapper video. Viktor wears one coat that may have been leftover from David Bowie's wardrobe in Labyrinth. There a few other historical details I won't pick at. The ending is also a bit confusing, and Kate Beckinsale isn't in it.

Still, ridiculousness aside, this movie has a lot going for it. In terms of fight scenes/sword use, it's fairly accurate/realistic. Of course, in a real fight you'll die if you cross your swords the way Viktor did, but I'm being picky. Michael Sheen is so very, very attractive in the final battle scene. Rhona Mitra holds her own. We get more of the character Tannis. Kraven isn't in it (YES!). We get to see Raze's origins, and he's one of the coolest characters in the first movie. We also get some new tidbits, like the fact that Lucian is the first Lycan who can take human form. That was new and surprising. All in all, I'd call this a fairly enjoyable way to waste some time. It's definitely better than the second movie, but, due to the sex scene, it's not better than the original movie.

I almost have a vague hope for Underworld 4. Almost. Mostly, I'm just excited to see what Michael Sheen does next. I can't wait for Burton's Alice in Wonderland.

Look for Katie's more in depth review later. Mine just skims the surface. Also, keep a look out for a list of our favorite quotes from Bull Nighy's character Viktor. The material they give this man to work with...

Enjoy,

~Lauren

Welcome/About Us

So this is the stereotypical Welcome/About Us nonsense. This is a blog about movies. These days Roger Ebert gives out good reviews like Halloween candy. When people believe utter crap like Paul Blart: Mall Cop is the best movie in theaters, something is seriously wrong in the world. We're here to try and fix some of these problems. While we can't do anything to halt the production of the Paul Blarts of the movie world (unless we engage in guerilla warfare against certain movie studios), we can try to enlighten the world that other, better movies are out there. This said, it's now time for the DISCLAIMER. 

DISCLAIMER: The Frayed Velvet Chair and it's members by no means intend to be movie snobs. In fact, we believe that some movies are so amazingly awful they are cinematic gold. Katie loves Kindergarten Cop and Lauren has a rather strong obsession for all three Resident Evil movies, although she would like it to be said that the third one was really not that bad. Lauren has also seen/been forced to watch The Pirate Movie on two separate occasions (if you haven't seen it, you might want to spare yourself). Badmovies.org comprises most of our current Netflix list. We appreciate and oddly love certain bad movies. However, we draw the line at saying that White Chicks was the best movie of 2004. Lauren knew that Babylon A.D. was going to suck so bad it would score a 7% on rottentomatoes.com, making this one of the rare occasions in which Lauren has full heartedly agreed with the website.

We also make bad choices about movies we perceive to have the potential to be good. Case study: Deception. Movie staring Ewan McGregor and Hugh "Sexy" Jackman embroiled in some sort of thriller/mind game? What could possibly go wrong? Oh the horror. Yet somehow it managed to sore a 5.8/10 on imdb.com, thus illustrating our point that sometimes, idiotic people lead innocent people to making bad movie choices. 

GOAl: Our goal is to enlighten you, the reader, with real movie reviews by real people. If you don't agree with us, great. If you benefit from this site, even better. We'll also keep you as up to date as we can with movie news and, occasionally, proof that Robert Downey Jr. is a god amongst men/actors. You may also get comments on movie scores, hate mail towards certain individuals who should never be allowed to make movies *coughUweBollcoughcough* and certain individuals, mainly Eva Mendes, who should be paying us to watch him/her act. We'll try to contain our emotions, try being the key word.

Enjoy

~Katie & Lauren