Out in Theaters: ‘JURASSIC WORLD: FALLEN KINGDOM’

June 20, 2018 by Matt Oakes Posted in Out in Theaters Tagged Bryce Dallas Howard, Chris Pratt, Colin Trevorrow, Daniella Pineda, Derek Connolly, J.A. Bayona, James Cromwell, Jeff Goldblum, Jurassic World: Fallen King, Justice Smith 1 Comment

Fallen Kingdom indeed. If you’re considering seeing the latest Jurassic World movie, do yourself a favor and flush that $13 down the toilet instead. There’s maybe 15 minutes of Fallen Kingdom’s 130-minute runtime that is almost, kind of watchable. The rest is some of the most embarrassing tentpole bullshit this side of a Transformers movie. Hackneyed dialogue, a shamelessly uncreative and entirely predictable plot, awful acting, boring characters, and zero memorable set pieces to distract from all the awfulness, Fallen Kingdom sets an incredibly low bar for the once beloved dino series, delivering an abomination of blockbuster filmmaking that makes one wish for a meteorite to strike their local theater and wipe its nasty existence clean from this Earth. Read More

Talking with Colin Trevorrow of ‘THE BOOK OF HENRY’

June 16, 2017 by Matt Oakes Posted in Interviews Tagged Colin Trevorrow, Interviews, Talking With..., The Book of Henry 1 Comment

The cast and crew of The Book of Henry have lamented its critical spanking but none moreso than director Colin Trevorrow. It’s no easy task to usher a film into the world, much less-so when the day finally arrives and critical voices rally their pitchforks. Though The Book of Henry has its fair share of issues, my conversation with Trevorrow shed some much needed light on why the film turned out the way it did. Read More

Out in Theaters: ‘THE BOOK OF HENRY’

June 15, 2017 by Matt Oakes Posted in Out in Theaters Tagged Colin Trevorrow, Dean Norris, Gregg Hurwitz, Jacob Tremblay, Jaeden Lieberher, Maggie Ziegler, Naomi Watts, Out in Theaters, Reviews, Sarah Silverman, The Book of Henry 1 Comment

The Book of Henry, only the third film from “indie” director wunderkind Colin Trevorrow, plays like a film adaptation of a best selling novel. There’s sudden shocking twists, richly drawn, if brazenly over-the-top, characters and a hurried pace that all coalesce to feel like the product of 300 pages of prose siphoned into a 100-page screenplay. Big, bold and unpredictable, Henry unfolds like a suburban Dan Brown novel; it’s pulpy and scrumptious while it lasts, brimming with sudden breakneck turns that veer the narrative into perpetual new territory, but won’t leave much of an imprint once you’ve slammed it shut. Read More