A LIGHT AND MAGICAL FAIRYTALE BUT NOT A STEPSISTER TO A CLASSIC

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It’s absolutely stunning. A fairytale as familiar as Cinderella, the trick in sprucing it up for a new generation is figuring out how to rework the most precious treasure that smells distinctly of mothballs seem fresh again. Director Kenneth Branagh, who has gone from Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit to Thor, creates a dazzling dream of a live-action movie with a surprisingly obvious solution by sprinkling some pixie dust where it will be notice most: casting and costumes. And it’s not a musical.

The radiant Lily James (best known as the cousin Lady Rose on Downton Abby), stars as Ella, a porcelain-skinned Disney heroine who is mistreated by her stepmother and her two nitwit daughters, Anastasia (Holliday Grainger) and Drizella (Sophie McShera). Sound familiar? It definitely sounds very true to the book, well, that’s because it is. But what gives the new Cinderella its deliciously sinister spark is who’s doing the tormenting. Enter Cate Blanchett, who lets it rip in a delirious swirl of candy-colored evil. From her ruby-red lips to her Sandy Powell-designed costumes and courtesy of the legendary Dante Ferretti’s production design, which are all kinds of wonderful. A cross between Coco Chanel and Norma Desmond, she smartly plays her harpy-like personality so well to the audience.

Alas, this is Cinderella’s story — Ella’s forced to live in the drafty attic, eat leftovers, do menial chores, and sleep by the burning embers of the fireplace. Even her first meeting, on horseback, with Kit (Richard Madden), a dreamy prince with a jaw so chiseled and blue eyes that you could get lost in, Ella describes of ideas on how to run a kingdom. The rest of the story from the pumpkin chariot, the glass slipper, and so forth, is the epitome of faithfulness.

Overall, it was a great opportunity to create a whole life beyond the fairytale, which is already so beautiful as it is, but making it richer and giving each character their own specific back stories. Kenneth Branagh kept it light and magical, much like a fairytale.

I’m still a bit wary of the tale’s retrograde notions of what constitutes wish fulfillment for girls. But the element of strength from unity is something audiences will definitely respond to. A story about two people coming together who actually bring out the best in one another, and from that love comes strength. But the fizzy cocktail combination of Blanchett’s cartoonish hauteur and Branagh’s visual razzle-dazzle and confectionary sets manage to take a tale as wheezy as Cinderella and make it feel almost magical again and just how powerful love is.

Midnightmoviecritics Changes

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Hope you all are doing well and having a fantastic year! Midnightmoviecritics or some would call it, MMC is being remodeled under a new name, FlickOut.

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Awesome Mix Indeed

Guardians of the mother flippin galaxy!! In Marvel’s newest outing we see the inter-stellar adventures of a gang of galactic good-for-nothings gallantly galavanting against god-like goons. Seems like the best place to find our guardians, doesn’t it? Filled with cosmic action, a potentially rabid small animal, a giant one-phrase spouting tree, romance, an epic dance off and a Sony portable cassette player; Guardians of the Galaxy shows us that friendship nor family is  limited to our race alone.  

Now that I’ve finished with my “professional critic review” there are spoilers to follow, so please read with caution.

The movie begins with heavy sentiment as we follow a young Peter Quill who becomes known as the infamous “Star Lord” (Chris Pratt) in a hospital waiting room to see his mother whom is terminally ill with disease. The movie begins with this tear jerker scene one could assume to let us know, yes this is directed by James Gunn, yes this will be funny, but this will elicit emotions from your heartstrings. Oh yeah, Peter then gets abducted by a huge alien ship, right after his mom passes away after alluding to a greater character in his father, as being a “being made of pure light”. Hmm wonder what that could mean? Alien? Nawww..

The rest of the movie spends its time bringing together the likes of Thanos’ adopted daughter Gamora (Zoe Saldana), Drax (Dave Bautista), Rocket (Bradley Cooper) and possibly the brightest star of the whole movie; Groot (Vin Diesel). Showing that Joss Whedon isn’t the only one that can contain multiple sorts of identity in one movie without making it feel out of balance, James Gunn unites this cast of personae and melds them wonderfully. This is done without giving too much back-story for any of them, but just enough to keep the movie going and to give the viewer a sense as to why these characters are the way that they are. It’s because the movie doesn’t delve or spend too much time on the back-stories that we can actually appreciate the union of them and go forward throughout the movie to enjoy the plot.

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Speaking of the plot. Thanos rears that epic grape Laffy Taffy chin again in this movie. While not taking the spotlight, just more like a reminder that he is indeed here and he will be a force to be reckoned with. Someday. Ronan the Accuser (Lee Pace) is the baddie in question for our guardians. Rocking the “Universal Weapon” looking like Mjolnir had a growth spurt, Ronan the Accuser of the Kree race appears to have his lovely mascara drenched eyes set on getting the “orb” which contains one of the lauded after “Infinity Gems”. The whole premise of the movie is the chase after the “orb” which houses the gem. Peters intergalactic adoptive father of sorts, Yondu (Michael Rooker), is gunning (see what I did there?) for the “orb” in the beginning of the movie. When Peter has it in his possession and Ronan is aware, he sends Gamora after him to retrieve it. Yondu, upset that Peter kept it for himself to pickup the reward for it, puts a bounty on Peters head. When Rocket discovers the bounty, he also goes after Peter. And Groot? Well, he is Groot.  After a chaotic chase scene four of our five guardians are captured by the police force of the planet Xandar; The Nova Corps. After being sent to “The Kyln” an intergalactic high security prison, we meet Drax. The final member of our group. From this point on we see the union of the individuals into the team that we end up falling for. The only qualm that is seen in terms of character development is Ronan. We know he is bad, we know he is genocidal but not much time is spent building the fear or the weight his kind of character should have. He ends up falling into a typical “bad guy archetype”. However, the movie doesn’t have time for this. Just barely over two hours, Guardians job is to establish this team and set the stage for other films rather than focus on this one particular villain.

It should be noted that this movie is loosely based off of the 2008 remake of the Guardians of the Galaxy comic. Formatted more for the Marvel Cinematic Universe as well as to tie into future movies, while the canon material may differ from what we see in the movie, it is still an amazing picture nonetheless. Two members of the Guardians are missing that were in the 2008 comic but, we will likely see them in a future iteration of this franchise.

Balancing multiple characters and their interactions with each other is not an easy task. Especially while introducing these characters to many people who may have never heard of them outside of the usual Marvel heavy hitters. James Gunn and Nicole Perlman do an amazing job scripting everyone together while still bringing highs and lows of emotion to the film. Many will try to compare this to Marvel’s The Avengers, but really shouldn’t. These two movies exist independently from one another. On the one hand, Avengers took many movies to establish characters and their stories, uniting them in the greatest cinematic team up of our century. The Guardians of the Galaxy was always a team, typically never independent from one another. They are really one entity. Planting various seeds for future Marvel endeavors, Guardians of the Galaxy beautifully balances grief, action and humor together reminding us that ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low, that Marvel can’t take us to.

Maleficent: So Wicked

“Let us tell an old story anew, and see how well you know it.” The narration begins with this simple line to forewarn us of the changes to come. We are told of two rival kingdoms, the world of humans and the Moors. Home to fairies, trolls and wicker men, the Moors is a breathtaking place full of magnificence and wonder. We meet Maleficent as a wide eyed, curious child! She is, seemingly, the protector of the Moors and always ensures their safety. What comes next is the beginning of Maleficent’s realization that the human world is full of treachery and disdain. She begins to darken as her world suddenly changes. Friends become enemies and she takes charge of the Moors. Destined to be a leader, Maleficent (Angelina Jolie) ensures her world is now feared by the humans.

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The story does take a visit back to the ‘Sleeping Beauty’ tale we all know and love as she curses the infant Aurora who is later portrayed by Elle Fanning. Maleficent takes a keen interest in her upbringing, even at one point making a joke that she dislikes children. The audience chuckled. Diavel (Sam Riley) is a surprising addition to the story. Saved by Maleficent from impending death, he now allows her to transform him into any creature including a human. No matter the creature he becomes, he retains some form of his birdlike tendencies. Once Maleficent is on screen, she captivates us all. We await each action and linger on the words she speaks. We have all fallen in love with the “villain!”

Maleficent tells a tumultuous story of heartbreak and revenge. Angelina Jolie delivers a masterful performance as a wronged and vengeful woman. A woman that will make us all remember her for years to come. The pain, torture and hunger for the existence of love is sure to leave many of us feeling that this is something that is just too realistic for words. There is one scene, the one in which her wings are taken, that has seared into my brain and I will not forget it ever. A scene so brutal that your heart breaks as you watch it. Angelina delivers a wicked but comical recreation of Maleficent. Disney has given us a brand new view on the fairytale. Be warned, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

X-Men: Days of Future Past: A Superhero Movie Triumph

It’s been 14 years or so since Bryan Singer kicked off the X-Men movie franchise. In the meantime, through several films, we’ve experienced sequels, prequels, sidequels, and requels.  You may be a rabid comic-book collector or a casual fan of mutant mayhem, but that’s a lot to wrap your skull around. Singer’s return in the pop fantasia X-Men: Days of Future Past is so triumphant because of how effortless he makes connecting the dots seem. It’s an epic that couldn’t be more Byzantine on paper but scans with ease on screen.

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Ever since Singer left the fold after 2003’s excellent X2 to direct Superman Returns, things have been more or less a hit-and-miss. Brett Ratner’s X-Men: The Last Stand was a dud, and both Wolverine spin-offs, despite Hugh Jackman’s gruff, mutton-chopped charisma, were underwhelming. Only Matthew Vaughn’s X-Men: First Class duplicated Singer’s cocktail of gravitas and merry-prankster fun. First Class introduced new actors in familiar roles, namely James McAvoy as the young Charles Xavier and Michael Fassbender as Erik Lehnsherr (aka. Magneto), and the fizzy dynamic between these characters felt so fresh and emotionally resonant that it seemed inevitable the audience would demand to see the powerhouse actors in those roles again.

Not surprisingly, the best thing about Days of Future Past is that it’s heavier on the days past than future. In that sense, it’s a lot like 1994’s Star Trek: Generations, where even the most fervent fans of the USS Enterprise were waiting for William Shatner’s Kirk to bite the dust and pass the phaser to the Next Gen posse. In Singer’s new film, one of the key themes is traveling back in time to change the course of the present. It’s a movie about violating the Prime Directive. The nerdy irony is that it’s Picard himself, Patrick Stewart, whose Xavier is most gung-ho about rewriting history.

The film opens in a bleak future that finds the mutants and their human sympathizers cordoned off in an eerily glowing Central Park detention camp. The mutants who have managed to survive a xenophobic government (and their numbers are rapidly dwindling) are on the run from the Sentinels, a robot race of exterminators gunning to wipe out the freaks for good. Stewart’s Xavier and his longtime frenemy Magneto (Ian McKellen) have sought refuge at a Chinese monastery where several other mutants are hiding out. Cue Blink, Sunspot, and Iceman (but don’t get too attached; they mostly pop up during the film’s Sentinel-fueled bookends). There’s also Ellen Page‘s Kitty Pryde. Thanks to her ability to transport a person’s consciousness through time, she helps execute Xavier’s scheme to time shift Wolverine back to the pivotal moment in 1973 when Jennifer Lawrence‘s Mystique assassinated the Sentinels’ mastermind, Dr. Bolivar Trask (Peter Dinklage).

I know all of this sounds like a tangled thicket of cosmically Big Ideas. But Simon Kinberg‘s marvelous script makes it all move with a Swiss jeweler’s precision and hum with internal logic. It’s complex without being confusing. The film takes on a giddy time-warp thrill as Wolverine attempts to persuade the reluctant Xavier and Lehnsherr to team up for the common good — no easy feat, considering Magneto is in a high-security prison cell. So Wolverine enlists a new mutant to the celluloid series, Evan Peters‘ Quicksilver, whose brief turn as the ultimate jailbreaker is the highlight of the film. It’s also proof that Singer really gets what makes these movies such smart — and smart-ass — fun.

The central conflict in Days of Future Past is between the young Xavier and Lehnsherr. Can they trust each other? Who has the stronger hold on Mystique? And once again, McAvoy and Fassbender prove that just because a movie is huge doesn’t mean you have to ham it up — that it’s possible to make a superhero flick feel as intimate as a piece of theater. I do wish that Dinklage’s Trask had more layers to his villainy and Lawrence had more to do. But these are minor complaints. The main one for fans of the comics, I think, will be that with so much ground to cover, certain mutants get shortchanged. But Singer did pull together an ambitious, suspenseful screen chapter that secures a future for the franchise while facilitating continued reinvention. Plus, there’s always the next sequel.

GOJIRA (Godzilla): Less Is More for the Best Monster Bash in Ages

Let me put my cards on the table. I was one of those kids who spent their youth watching Creature Double Feature smack downs between Godzilla and his arsenal of enemy combatants such as Mothra, Ghidorah and King Kong. There was something about seeing these behemoths stomp Tokyo to dust that made me absolutely giddy: the primal doomsday terror of a beast created by A-bomb radiation, the model-shop ingenuity, the laughable man-in-a-rubber-suit campiness. It’s been 16 years since Hollywood nearly soured that love affair and I was hopeful that the splashy new IMAX 3D reboot might rekindle the old flame.

Unfortunately, Gareth EdwardsGodzilla feels like two movies Scotch-taped together. In one, Bryan Cranston plays a nuclear engineer with a tragic past who’s racing to expose the truth about a series of seismic anomalies, Aaron Taylor-Johnson as his estranged soldier son, and Ken Watanabe and Sally Hawkins are a pair of exposition-spouting scientists trying to keep straight faces while talking about electromagnetic pulses and mankind’s hubris. In the other, mammoth CG beasts knock the snot out of one another. Only one of these movies is any good. Thankfully, it’s the monster side of it.

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Edwards, whose only previous film was 2010’s low-budget Monsters, has been given a quick call-up to the majors with the reported $160 million Godzilla. He doesn’t seem too interested in his actors, they’re more plodding than their reptilian costars and you don’t care about a single one of them. Edwards does know how to fashion some serious monster mayhem though. Taking a cue from Jaws, he wisely delays Godzilla’s appearance, building suspense. In movies like these, it’s all about the slow tease and the big reveal. As an appetizer, though, he gives us a pair of ”MUTOs” (massive unidentified terrestrial organisms) — a male and female duo of giant, Giger-esque creatures with sleek pincer jaws that resemble humongous staple removers. The MUTOs, who arrive on the scene after leveling a Japanese nuclear reactor, care about two things: feeding on the radiation that created them and mating with each other in… San Francisco of all places.

When Godzilla first lumbers on screen to hunt the MUTOs and ”restore balance,” he feels both nostalgically familiar and excitingly new. Every time you see a glimpse of him, it just makes you cheer him on. As big as a Sheraton and with a shriek that rumbles your insides, he appears beefier and meaner than you remember. But looks can be deceiving. Godzilla is humanity’s only hope for destroying the MUTOs or as Watanabe’s Dr. Serizawa says, ”Let them fight!” Oh and fight they do, in an epic clash that turns the Bay Area to rubble. Unlike last year’s semi-disappointing Pacific Rim, Godzilla actually shows us its monsters without a scrim of rain and a cloak of darkness. And the thrill of the film is getting the chance to fetishize their sheer size and physicality as they rip through power lines and demolish buildings with their lashing tails. In its handful of moments like these, Godzilla almost makes you feel like a kid again.

Bad Neighbors

Makers of R-rated comedies face an essential dilemma: finding new ways to gross out their snickering adolescent viewers. But as Neighbors demonstrates, there’s another challenge that’s just as tricky: piloting the raunchy scenario to a payoff that upholds the very middle-class values the movie gleefully profanes.

Neighbors opens in an upscale suburb, where a house is occupied by a standard sitcom couple: goofy, pudgy dad and improbably beautiful mom. Although they have an infant daughter, Mac (Seth Rogan) and Kelly (Rose Byrne) endeavor to keep their pre-parental “cool”. They are pot-smokers and rave-goers, and when the movie begins they’re trying to have sex. They fail, embarrassed that baby Stella can see them, although Mac’s insistence on narrating the action — “this is happening!” is just as deflating.

The real conflict begins when a college fraternity, Delta Psi Beta, moves in next door, cramming its new home with beer, babes, noise and hallucinogenic mushrooms. Mac and Kelly try to indulge the newcomers, even joining them for some of their daily parties. But the neighborly outreach doesn’t lead to quiet, and Stella can’t sleep through the racket. So the 30-something old folks call the useless, but of course, cops.

Full-scale culture war results, led by grim-eyed, often shirtless Delta president Teddy (Zac Efron) and his marginally more reasonable lieutenant, Pete (Dave Franco). Foul-mouthed Kelly is a more skilled combatant than Mac, even if she does sometimes divert her hostility away from Teddy and toward her husband. The bitter conflict encompasses condoms, exploding airbags, girl-on-girl smooches and sword fights.

Been there, inserted that, so Nicholas Stoller and script writers, Andrew J. Cohen and Brendan O’Brien needed a new outrage. They find it in the procreative aspect of sex, which may discomfit the teen-boy demographic. After some hard partying, Kelly is swollen with alcohol-tainted milk, and hysterically insists that Mac relieve the pressure. A set of veiny prosthetic breasts amplifies the body-horror hilarity of the moment, which may be unprecedented but feels as predictable as everything else in this utterly routine provocation.

After that scene, it hardly matters if the frat house burns down and takes whole neighborhood with it. Neighbors has attained its peak of queasy vulgarity, and now must negotiate its way down the other side toward a cozily sentimental conclusion. Near the end of Neighbors in which it’s revealed what has become of Efron’s hard-partying, never-studying Teddy after college graduation. (It has no bearing on the rest of the plot, but if you don’t want to know, stop reading now.)

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In what is either the movie’s deepest self-inflicted wound or its most cunning inside joke, we learn that Teddy has become… well, a model for Abercrombie & Fitch.

It’s a moment that rings more painfully, exquisitely true than anything else in the film.