I missed the time when Nicolas Cage and John Travolta were still considered well-respected actors while they relished every single campy moment in Hollywood films.
My Face Swap for a Day wishes: Chris Hemsworth, Matt Bomer, or Enrique Gil.
It was hard to take Killing Season seriously when John Travolta spoke with the most absurd accent since Madonna realized she was British.
Oh, so this was some kind of torture porn like Hostel. His Serbian accent should have tipped me off. Ugh!
(Originally published August 12, 2013.)
My notes on The Boy Next Door:
1. The first few scenes reminded me so much of Enough that this could actually have worked as a sequel to that other trashy guilty pleasure. I was surprised Ashley Judd didn’t star in this one.
2. What happened to Kristin Chenoweth? Her unforgiving haircut and old vice-principal face was so far from the cutesy characters she played in Pushing Daisies and Wicked. She had the (relatively) best lines in the movie, though.
3. In one scene, J.Lo kept peeking at the naked young boy next door. Didn’t that make her the predator? Shouldn’t this be The MILF Next Door?
4. A man went out on a date with J.Lo and he still kept glancing at other women. Seriously, was there any man (straight or otherwise) who’d still have the nerve to look elsewhere if Jenny from the Block was seated right in front of him?
5. That sex scene. Ohmy! Worth the price of admission. Sorry not sorry. (FYI, Rob Cohen also directed The Fast and the Furious.)
6. I thought that I had seen the worst when John Travolta stabbed Uma Thurman’s chest with a syringe in Pulp Fiction. And then I saw the epi pen scene in this movie. I almost fainted in my seat.
7. If anything, this movie should serve as a warning to ladies everywhere to check every nook and cranny for hidden cameras before engaging in hot, steamy sex. Unless you wanted to be the next (starlet name deleted due to cybercrime law).
8. The script was obviously written by a woman because the female teacher slept with her male student and the student was supposed to be the bad guy. In comparison, Starting Over Again was written by a woman and it was about a male teacher who slept with his female student and it was supposed to be romantic. Ladies, we need to talk.
(Originally published February 4, 2015.)
Even with a flamboyant character (and a gifted actor at the helm), the movie didn’t quite reach the comedic heights of Borat. The movie brutally poked fun at the seemingly faux glitz of the entertainment and fashion industry leaving nobody unscathed (and yes, the list included Tom Cruise, John Travolta, and Kevin Spacey). As expected, no issues were considered taboo including, but not limited to, homosexuality, religion, and racial discrimination. Unfortunately, most of the jokes seemed to be for shock value rather than played for genuine laughs.