Monday, March 17, 2008

Friday, March 7, 2008

COLLEGE ROAD TRIP


Released- March 7, 2008
Reviewed- March 7, 2008
Rated- C-

Even with a college education, this one might throw you for a loop. First off, why in the name of all things scholastic is this movie called College Road Trip when it carries a 'G' rating and has more Disney-like antics than back-to-back episodes of That's So Raven? And really, what's with Martin Lawrence and Kym Whitley being a couple? Their marriage is about as believable as Martin allowing his own science lab-obsessed son and pet pig to run through the house like his character does here. But now that I'm thinking about it, the pesky porker may have been the best thing about the whole far-out romp. Don't get me wrong. The movie's lead, Raven-Symone, is her usually-cute, mature-beyond-her-years self. It's just that the material she's been asked to work with never had a chance of earning a passing grade.

Lawrence, who works the overprotective father role to decent results, wants his daughter to attend Northwestern University in neighboring Chicago. Like any independence-seeking teen, Raven (whose drivers license actually says 22 years old) would rather study law at Georgetown in Washington D.C. They ultimately visit both. Unfortunately for them, the road between the esteemed institutions is paved with a freak car accident, a runaway pig and a slumber party invasion from Martin. Trust me, it's ALL unfortunate for the viewer. Had this menially funny movie been more appropriately named, say, Middle School Musical, it may have all made better sense. -DW

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Music to Our Eyes



Got two interesting emails about exciting movies officially in development. The films just happen to be about two of my favorite musicians ever, Bob Marley and the Notorious B.I.G. The Weinstein Company has acquired the movie rights to develop, produce and distribute the first ever biopic about the iconic Jamaican performer. The feature, which doesn't have a start-filming or release date as of yet, will be based on the 2004 book No Woman No Cry: My Life with Bob Marley, which was written by Marley's widow, Rita.






Notorious, the long-discussed picture about the late NYC rapper the Notorious B.I.G., has finally found its lead. The young man who will step into Biggie Smalls' shoes is Brooklyn native Jamal "Gravy" Woolard (pictured). But Woolard isn't the only one stepping into imposing shadows in this George Tillman-directed feature. Angela Bassett is set to play B.I.G.'s mom, Vonetta Wallace. Derek Luke is going to be Sean "Puffy" Combs. Anthony Mackie will portray Biggie's friend-turned-foe Tupac Shakur. Filming will start on March 24. Notorious is scheduled for a January '09 release.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Country For Gold Men


Though I could really care less about how Nicole Kidman looks on the red carpet, I annually find myself glued to the tube when the Academy Awards come on. Who minds if it's nearly four hours long? (Wait, don't answer that...) With the writers strike threatening like a thunder cloud, the damn thing almost got washed away. It kinda felt like my duty to halfway laugh at host Jon Stewart's jokes during this 80th edition. While figuring out if Stewart's "Hadolf Tilbert" bit was more funny or tacky, I noticed these 10 other things:

1. Asking Marketa Irglova (above), writer/singer of the Oscar-winning number from Once, to come back on stage because she wasn't given ample time to make her acceptance speech was one of the classiest moves I've ever seen on television.

2. And speaking of time, it's just not fair that some people get 5 seconds (Best Animated Short- Peter & the Wolf) and others get nearly 5 minutes (Best Animated Feature- Ratatouille). Sure, more folks wanna hear what actor Daniel Day-Lewis has to say than the gal who did the set decorations for Swenney Todd. But fair is only fair. The folks behind the scene spend hundreds of hours making sure these flicks look/sound/feel good for us. This is pretty much the only night that their faces are ever seen. Academy, show some love by muzzling Bill Conti's band a bit.

3. Though Day-Lewis (who's absolutely haunting in There Will Be Blood) and No Country For Old Men's Javier Bardem (ditto) were as close to guarantees as to be had on the night, the two men still stood at the podium with modesty and a sense of surprise in their voice. No wonder they received the two highest male acting awards!

4. Did Atonement win anything?! I can't comment much on the picture because I never saw it, but who in the world nominated that movie for the big prizes? None of the entertainment mags said it had a shot. None of my friends or colleagues in journalism had much positive to say about it. None of the unscientific visitor polls thought it deserved to win. Odd, odd, odd.

5. Tilda Swinton won a Best Supporting Actress nod for her role as a spinning PR head for a corrupt company in Michael Clayton. She was solid but she was easily the third most memorable person in that movie. George Clooney and Tom Wilkinson deserved wins more.

6. Seeing Owen Wilson on stage was a pleasant surprise.

7. Watching Norbit go home with nothing was not.

8. I'm still amazed Ruby Dee was nominated for her itsy bitsy time in American Gangster.

9. I still can't believe the creepy guy (Paul Dano) from There Will Be Blood wasn't.

10. I'm embarrassed not to have seen any of the movies nominated for Best Documentary Feature. I promise that Spoiler Room will have reviews for Sicko, War/Dance or Taxi to the Dark Side before it's all said and done though.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

WELCOME HOME ROSCOE JENKINS


Released- February 8, 2008
Reviewed- February 8, 2008
Rated- C+

The biggest roadblock in Malcolm D. Lee’s prodigal son comedy is, well, Malcolm D. Lee. What the usually-sharp director (The Best Man, Roll Bounce) begins as a decent laugher about talk show host R.J. Stevens (Martin Lawrence) reluctantly coming home for his parents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration, still trips into the same slapstick-heavy silliness of Norbit. That didn’t have to be the case.

Truthfully, R.J.’s awkward-child-turned-big-time-star story was funny enough. He’s milking this black Dr. Phil thing to perfection. He’s got a smart, loving son and he’s engaged to a reality show stunner (Joy Bryant) that’s higher maintenance than the Biltmore Estate. Martin’s plenty talented to make it all gut-busting and ring halfway believable, too. So, when R.J. packs up the Louis Vuitton bags for his first weekend in Dry Springs in nine years, you’re ready for the trip, too.

Why the unwillingness to go home from RJ’s end? Three words: crazy ass family. If you had an oversized sheriff brother (Michael Clarke Duncan), a mess-startin’ cousin (Mo’Nique) and another hilarious relative who’d steal the thin mints out the Girl Scouts basket (Mike Epps), you’d probably be hesitant to uproot that side of the family tree yourself. But none of them are even R.J.’s biggest problem. That would be another character, the super-competitive Clyde (Cedric the Entertainer), who also happens to be all hugged up at the picnic table with R.J.’s –Actually, in this neck of the woods, Stevens goes by “Roscoe”- longtime crush (Nicole Ari Parker).

With all of this potential hilariousness sitting at the script’s disposal, you’d think Lee would have enough to make for an hour and a half romp in the Georgia clay. But somehow the man who brought the world Undercover Brother cheapens the jokes with a damn skunk attack, sex-crazed dogs and a sophomoric fighting sequence between Mo’ and Martin that we all could’ve done just fine without. Though these are the only instances of letdown in an otherwise-pleasing family comedy, they are moments that simply come at the wrong times. Lee, don’t get us wrong. We’ll still recommend this visit down to the Jenkins’ place, but we do so with the promise that everyone’s on the first plane back to responsible filmmaking in the morning. -DW

Friday, February 1, 2008