Posts by Jeremy Butler

Now here’s a game I never had a desire to play: the Ouija board. I not sure what it is about this game that has made me have a natural aversion to ever being in the same room with it; perhaps it is the knowledge that by playing this game, I may be contacting the dead. Never having been an overly superstitious person, I recognize the extremeness of this act; however, after watching I am Zozo, I believe my aversion is now justified. “Based on a true story,” providing me with yet another reason to avoid Ouija board. I am Zozo starts off in the usual way, a group of friends reunite for the first time in years for a Halloween weekend away at a member of the group’s family getaway that hasn’t been occupied in years. (How come the criteria for this type of film is an abandoned getaway where no one will hear you scream? Next time I want a ghost story in a heavily populated suburban area.) So the group starts off with the usual routine: They catch up, they have a couple of drinks, and then given that it is Halloween someone suggests pulling out the old Ouija board and seeing who they can contact on the other side.

It begins normally, or at least for the standard for such a game; they manage to contact a few harmless spirits (if there is such a thing), but of course naturally there are a few members of the group who are skeptical about the validity of the entire thing, thinking that one of two holding the scroll may be pushing it to simply play a prank on the others, but things suddenly take a turn for the sinister as the group is contacted by a spirit that speaks of their demise.

The line between hilarious raunchy comedy and over-the-top raunchy comedy is very fine, and We’re the Millers tends to dance on both sides of it. In time such action will be revealed to be both a blessing and a curse, I suspect. With the young crowd, I believe the film will fall right into place with such movies as Horrible Bosses (a comedy which coincidently starred Aniston and Sudeikis) and to be more recent, This is the End. With more mature audiences, the raunchiness may prove to be slightly more than they were expecting to see. With me, I find myself on the side of the young.

David (Jason Sudeikis) is a small town pot dealer in Denver, an occupation he has held since college without moving forward or backward. Hesitant to admit it, he has grown stagnant with the life he’s leading and wants more out of life. Those desires are put on hold after he is robbed, with both his stash and all of his cash including the money intended for his supplier Brad (Ed Helms, The Hangover). Deep in debt with no prospect of paying it back, Brad offers David one opportunity to erase his debt: smuggle a smidge and a half (inside joke, have to see the movie to understand) of marijuana from Mexico across the border back to Denver.

Kenny Rogers…chances are that is a name you have heard throughout your life regardless of whether you are a fan or not; regardless whether you have ever heard any of his music, which happens to be the case when it comes to me. His name just has a way of sticking with you, and that can be doubly said of his song “The Gambler.” See, even now I bet the mere mention of the song’s name has the chorus of “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,” playing in your head. Well, here is the film version for Rogers’ most infamous song; however, I doubt that the movie will have the same effect on you as the song.

The first in a series of five television movies (so far; there is talk of a sixth addition being in the works), in The Gambler, Kenny Rogers plays Brady Hawkes, a veteran card player with a magnificent beard and a stellar reputation as one of greatest gamblers ever to live. Despite making his living in the cutthroat world of gambling, Brady possesses a strong sense of morals evident in his constant intervention in affairs that have nothing to do with him, which is essentially what begins our story: while playing a high-stakes game on the other side of the country, Brady receives a letter from a son he never knew he had, alerting him that the boy as well as his mother are in a bad way with a local crime boss.

Twenty-five years in any business is a feat to be recognized, especially when it is in the field of entertainment. It requires constant dedication, devotion, and a loyal fan base that sticks by you; Morrissey seems to have all three. In his latest concert series, Morrissey 25 Live, the English singer celebrates his latest career milestone at Hollywood High School in Los Angeles. From the very beginning, it is obvious that the singer has a loving and dedicated fan base, which was the most surprising detail for me given that before this disc, I had never heard of the singer.

The concert begins with testimony from two admitted Morrissey fans, who speak about how his music speaks to them. He appears to have the crowd from the very beginning as they go wild as he comes to the stage. He grabs the microphone, utters “Viva Mexico, I never forget my alma mater,” and the band launches right into the first song, “Alma Matters.” It took me a second to realize what his comment meant given that according to the cover art, the concert took place in Los Angeles (His words are equally confusing given that according to his bio, the singer is English.)

Douglas, Freeman, Kline, and De Niro: four legendary actors band together in a single film and it’s a comedy no less; it’s not the first time that this has been heard of; however, not sure that it has ever been done with such style. It’s good to see four actors who you would normally see doing serious movies goof off and have a little fun, and by the looks of it, they had plenty of fun doing it. The Flatbush Four, Billy (Michael Douglas), Patty (Robert De Niro), Archie (Morgan Freeman), and Sammy (Kevin Kline) are four friends from Brooklyn who grew up together. Their bond was unshakable, and only they were allowed to make fun of one another, a rule that was enforced by Patty on several occasions. Growing up, it was these four against the world, and eventually they would take the world by storm.

Almost sixty years later, the Flatbush Four are no more in a sense. Now all old men, the group has long since disbanded and they are separated all over the U.S: Billy is out in Malibu, living with a woman half his age, Patty lives a solitary life of misery after the death of his wife, Sammy is equally miserable and bored living in Florida with his wife, and Archie after a mild stroke is relegated to living with his son and family where he is treated like an invalid. But when Billy calls with news of his upcoming wedding to his child bride (as the others refer to her), these four reunite for the first time in years in the only place suitable to house a wedding as well as a bachelor party: Vegas, and what a legendary weekend it turned into.

Ever since the release of Step Up and Stomp the Yard, there have been no shortage of sequels or similar dance movies looking to capitalize on the same success, and when Frat Brothers came across my radar, I expected more of the same; that is not what I got. On the back cover of the disc, the tagline reads: “Sometimes you have to create your own destiny.” That is exactly what the film does, going beyond the expected parameters of a dance movie and forging its own play just as its lead character does.

Legacy, tradition, and family: these are the principles that Kyle (Mishon, Lincoln Heights) and Q’s (Richard John Reliford, General Hospital) father instilled in them (in that order) at a young age. Born into the legacy of the Delta Gamma Gamma, the only pathway that has ever been laid out for them is to follow in the footsteps of their grandfather and their uncle, as well as their father and pledge Delta Gamma Gamma. This fate has always been fine with Q, who wants nothing more than to make his father proud and become a Gamma. Kyle, however, has questioned the pathway in front of him for quite some time simply going along to appease his brother and his father. As the time to pledge comes closer, Kyle really starts to believe that being part of his family legacy is not the right path for him, especially considering it would mean being under the thumb of Derrick (Romeo Miller, Madea’s Witness Protection) a pledge-master with a clear vendetta against him.

Every once in a while a film comes along that looks like it could be interesting, but you don’t really expect to like it all that much. It’s simply meant to be filler, something to kill time until something better comes along, but somehow you get drawn in and become so engrossed in the story that you forget everything else. That is the most apt description of my experience with The Way, Way Back, a socially awkward dramedy with a ton of heart featuring Steve Carrell, Sam Rockwell, Toni Collette, Liam James, and many more.

Duncan (Liam James, The Killing) is an introverted, slightly awkward fourteen-year-old. After his parents’ divorce, his mother Pam (Toni Collette, United States of Tara) starts dating Trent (Steve Carrell, The Incredible Burt Wonderstone), a single father who masks his disdain for Duncan with thinly veiled accusations and comments. For the summer, Duncan is dragged along with the couple and Trent’s daughter Steph (who treats him like a pariah) to Trent’s family beach house.

Well, this is a new one for me; usually when I see a movie about a couple being abducted it generally involves a couple backpacking their way through Europe, but in this case, a good old-fashioned trip to Hollywood has become hazardous. No complaints about the change of locale, however, because it actually makes for great contrast from films with similar premises. Abducted does a good job building suspense towards a conclusion that I would have never guessed.

On what is supposed to be a romantic trip to Los Angeles, couple Dave (Trevor Morgan, The Sixth Sense) and Jessica (Tessa Ferrer, Grey’s Anatomy) find themselves taken by masked abductors from their romantic perch on Mount Hollywood. Sedated, the two wake up in a mysterious room that they have no hope of escaping from. Continuously drugged and constantly watched, the two try to put the pieces together behind who has taken them and for what purpose, all the while receiving cryptic orders from their kidnappers via their cellphones.

“Maybe this could be whatever happens on tour, stays on tour.”

Yeah, because that always ends so well; when are people going to learn that there’s no such thing as continuous casual-nobody-gets-hurt sex? Sooner or later (especially sooner), feelings develop on both sides, or on one side rather. In the case of one-sided feelings, Plush is the latest in films to show us what could possibly happen.

I can recall with perfectly clarity my first encounter with this television series: it was rainy day and I was extremely bored; my vast collection of DVDs held no appeal, and I was eager for something new. I was in Target, browsing for something to fit the bill, and I came across the first season on sale. At this point I had heard of the show, but the only thing I knew about it was that NPH (for those not in the know, N.P.H. are the initials of Neil Patrick Harris) was involved. Now what started as a way to alleviate a boring day has spawned to watching all 184 episodes (that count does not include the season currently airing) and still being just as captivated as I was with the series as when I watched the pilot.

When the series left off last season, Barney had become engaged to Quinn (his stripper girlfriend), Marshall and Lily are now parents of a little boy that they named after Marshall’s dad, Robin is dating someone; however, the news of Barney’s upcoming nuptials hits her hard though she does her best not to show it, and as for Ted, he has been reunited with Victoria, his girlfriend from the first season. She has just run away from her own wedding and made her way to Ted and proposed that the two run off into the sunset together. The final shot of the season showed the pair doing just that.