The Warrior’s Way suggests what you’d get if you mashed-up the ouevres of Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Zack Snyder, Sergio Leone, and Ronny Yu. Samurais battle cowboys in a surreal dreamlike old West while bearded ladies and circus clowns prance around the edges, and if that sounds at all intriguing — it isn’t.
The kids play is no more. We are in the realm of a genuinely terrific, cinematic, complex drama. Deathly Hallows isn’t just the best Harry Potter yet — its one of the best films I’ve seen all year.
I have absolutely no clue what happened to George in the decade between Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and The Phantom Menace, but somewhere along the line he decided that what movie audiences really wanted to see were horrific Asian, Arab, and Jamaican stereotypes in the guise of aliens.
It’s not that Spider-Man 3 is a terrible movie, but watching it is like getting drunk and sleeping with a good friend that you’ve known for years, then waking up the next morning to that unspoken, incredibly uncomfortable awkwardness. You both know that things got weird.
There are some cool special effects sequences, and if you’ve ever read Marvel Comics it is a treat to see Ghost Rider whip his chain around and ride his flaming motorcycle on-screen, but beyond that there is nothing redeeming here. Like Joel Schumacher, Mark Steven Johnson should never be allowed near another comic book adaptation ever again.
Bryan Singer has given us all a film that can make you feel nine years old again, sitting in front of the 19″ Zenith with a red towel wrapped around your neck, waiting to see Christopher Reeve’s beaming smile as he swooped in out of nowhere to rescue Lois from the crashed helicopter.