To encourage a bit more variety in my blogging posts and to help distance this site from the one of old, I’m installing this monthly post where I summarize the previous month’s activity in a wraparound that will hopefully give people the chance to go back and find stuff they might have missed, as well as keep them apprised of any changes or news that happened that month.
Blah. Here in the Northern hemisphere, it’s been officially summer for about two weeks. That means going to work in jeans and a long sleeve shirt is officially a pain in the ass. It also means heat exhaustion, and me not yet adjusting to nice face-melting 90° weather (that’s 32° for you Celsius people) (plus humidity) which means me sitting here bringing you the weekend weather report rather than anything new on the movie front.
But I’ll again fall back on my usual little lazy structure here to hopefully give everyone a head’s up as to what’s been going on this month (i.e. not a whole hell of a lot, other than finishing out the remains of a fairly underwhelming 2017 NBA Finals, but I won’t bore you with those details).
Dunkirk. We are less than a month away from Dunkirk. “When 400,000 men couldn’t get home, home came to them,” blah blah blah. Promotional cheesiness notwithstanding, I am fucking excited about the prospect of seeing this one on an IMAX-sized screen. And didn’t I just read something the other day that suggested Nolan’s somehow topped The Dark Knight?
A trailer has recently dropped for the remake of Jumanji, but you won’t see any promotional material for that garbajjj over here folks. Sorry, but I’ve already seen Johnny Depp and Hugh Jackman tarnish memories from my (admittedly relatively recent) childhood; I’m not letting my images of a bearded Robin Williams get stomped on by the Rock. As much as I admire what Dwayne Johnson’s been able to do post-wrestling, enough already. The homogeneity needs to stop.
More Big Movie News. New trailers seem to drop every day for the upcoming Blade Runner sequel. I’m treading carefully here, for as good as the cast is and as crafty as the studio has been with precisely what information they’re making available for public consumption, I haven’t quite been sold on this notion of further extending something so iconic. But as we have seen from Denis Villeneuve so far, Blade Runner 2049 is starting to look like it might be another Ridley Scott-to-James Cameron transition, more Aliens sequel than an Alien³ terdquel. Hope with me, people. It’s time to live.
Meanwhile, the positive buzz for the ‘Apes’ sequel, War for the Planet of them, has really started to pick up. “Apes together strong; ape-fanboys together stronger!!!”
Of course, anyone who’s been reading me for any amount of time is aware that I also like my films indie, more independent sometimes even than Donald Trump’s twittering fingers. The end of June brings us closer to the release dates of a couple titles I have been keeping an eye on since the beginning of the year, with the Casey Affleck and Rooney Mara-starring drama/fantasy A Ghost Story set to drop Friday, July 7, and Charlize Theron goes full-on Atomic Blonde at the end of the month (Friday, the 28th). (Thanks as always to my friends over at Assholes Watching Movies, who are always keeping me apprised of stuff like that, by the way. They really do a great job of doing festival coverage, it’s amazing.)
Yes, yes I did indeed go see Edgar Wright’s Baby Driver. The night it came out, in a packed house. Which was genuinely a lot of fun. The movie, in terms of entertainment value, was pretty much beyond compare, and pretty much from start to finish. My brain did another cramp-thing again and so I’ve stalled, but look for a piece on that sometime in the coming week.
Some other things are coming down the pipe as well. I wasn’t able to deliver June’s Blindspot review in time, so I will have that up in the next several days too. Here’s a little insight into being me: once that post has been up on the site for a few days and it’s gotten all (or at least the vast majority) of the traffic that I think it’s going to receive, I’m going to back-date the post so it’ll be stamped for the month of June. Because I hate things when they are out of place. I hate when, apparently, not even a blog is all neat and tidy. For chrissake. So, sorry to people in advance who may miss that post because it ends up getting buried in the WP Reader.
Here’s my Zoe-Will-Be-Proud-of-Me Corner. I finished reading Andy Weir’s The Martian this week. I flew through that pretty quickly because, let’s face it, it was every bit worth the hype it had received. I’ll need to go back and re-watch Mark Watney in the film, but I’m feeling that, for the first time in a long while, both book and movie are on par with one another. They each offer their own experiences. I won’t say anymore, but damn. Was I glad I finally got around to that book. An excellent, excellent read. Highly recommended. Next up on my list is Stephen Fry’s The Liar (1991).
Any who. Long story short, yes. Still going conservative on the posts, but look for a few out this week (I hope). Now that the NBA season is over (it’s real, because the NBA Awards Ceremony — yes that absolutely has just become a thing this year — is now over as well), I guess it’s time to start scrutinizing the world’s top cyclists to see who’s blood doping in this year’s Tour de France. After all, there’s always one. Right?
How has everyone been lately, by the way? It feels like it has been awhile.