In the course of just six months, we have published 100 reviews and written over 89,000 words. Since our formation, Static and Screen has had over 1,400 views from 300 visitors from 17 different countries. I’m very proud of how far we’ve come and look forward to the next 100 reviews.
Like most of you, I am seeing “Hamilton” for the first time this weekend courtesy of the lovely new filmed version of the play on Disney+, and I finally have the chance to put all those songs and lines I’ve heard over the past five years into context. And, yeah, it’s all that.
“One Day at Disney,” like most anything out of the company these days, is a product – one designed to show the company at its best with little regard for nuance or artistic value. It’s a pumpkin that wants to be a princess carriage, but no amount of magic will save the day this time around.
A reminder of what happens when even $125 million can’t buy Disney magic.
Say what you will about “Maleficent: Mistress of Evil.” It may be joyless, pointless and soul-crushingly dull, but it also provides the best cheekbone showcase of 2019.
“Rise of Skywalker” has little of the throwback joy of “The Force Awakens” and none of the creative (if controversial) revisionism of “The Last Jedi.” So what does that leave us with? Not much, unfortunately.
The sad truth is that both of these docs are forgettable enough that even an elephant might have a hard time remembering them.
There is still magic in the world, “Onward” tells us, but you can’t see it if you’re focused on what you’ve lost. It’s time to grow, move forward and show others the love they’ve shown us. It’s time to go onward.
If “Frozen” taught us anything, it is that you can, on occasion, capture lightning in a bottle. But, if “Frozen II” teaches us anything, it’s that lightning never strikes in the same place twice.
Tweens might be charmed by it, especially if they’ve read the book, but adults will probably get a headache from all their eyerolling.
In 2020, when very important things are happening to very important people every day, I’m not going to discount the simple pleasures of roaming around Portland with a 1,500-pound polar bear for a few hours.
Even the good bits can’t keep “Toy Story 4” from being the very definition of “nostalgia porn” – It may thrill in the moment, but, as the credits roll, you’re probably going to feel a little dirty.
Even an imperfect film, like an imperfect dog, can get under your skin. And, for a few hours at least, “Togo” got under mine.
If the original film was a dream mixed with a whimsical fairy tale, this version never feels like anything more than a nightmare performed by a community theater troupe.