“Meh” Movies – Machete, Get Low, It’s Kind of a Funny Story
Lately, I’ve been trying to write a full-on review of every film I’ve seen in theatres. But there have been a few movies lately that I just felt so ‘meh’ about, I don’t have the motivation to do a full write-up. This isn’t to say these are bad movies. In fact, they are solidly good, but not outstanding. It’s much easier to make a half-assed attempted at bitching about them.
Danny Trejo is not a leading man, and Machete is another half-baked idea that is poorly realized by director Robert Rodriguez. This should have been left a short trailer in front of better movies, done by better directors. Even Tarantino has the good sense to cast good actors in his B-movie Death Proof. What the hell was Rodriguez thinking casting people like Michelle Rodriguez (does suspecting a familial relationship between the two make me racist?)? Most of what made 70s exploitation films great was missing from this film. I don’t care how much incestuous, naked scenes involving Lindsay Lohan there were. Best move on to Spy Kids 4, Mr. Rodriguez.
Admittedly, I’m not a huge fan of films that take place in the early 1900s. And I’m growing increasingly weary of films about the curiously endearing curmudgeon. Even if you put Robert Duvall in this role, and cast him opposite Bill Murray playing the quirky drunk, it fails to impress. The way Get Low was structured was more annoying than anything else. If a backstory is carefully, and discerningly hid from an audience, and revealed bit by bit, in a confident manner, I’m all for it. The director of Get Low made no such attempt. From the get go, it was announced, there’s an important story here, and we’re going to string you along until the very end. Sure, I wondered throughout the whole film what the story was, but I wasn’t involved with any of the characters. This film fell emotionally flat.
It’s Kind of a Funny Story
With its romanticized portrayal of serious mental illness, It’s Kind of a Funny Story comes across as emotionally dead. The writing and directing comes off distinctly as adults mimicking what they see as popular, and ‘in’ in teenage pop culture. It’s flat, and annoying. And it’s ridiculous to try and make the audience believe that Emma Roberts could play someone intellectual enough to know of the circumstances surrounding Salvador Allende’s death. Zack Galifianakis is the silver lining, and proves that he just might be able to handle more sensitive and dramatic roles. If only he’d shave his beard.