Hollywood appears to have found its new good guys at the Box Office, and they’re bad guys. Megamind is the second film in a few months, after Despicable Me, where the main character is a nefarious super villain.
With their brilliant evil brain they concoct a plan to take over the world/rob a bank/give badgers the vote etc. Along the way though they discover somehow that life is about more than being an Evil Lord of the Universeâ„¢.
Luckily, bad weather doesn’t impact on my review work (unlike my other radio work, where there is much gnashing of teeth at the very hint of a mention of a snowflake). But I’d still rather not have to stomp out in it.
But stomp out in it I did. With temperatures dipping low enough this week to have unfortunate brass monkeys desperately rifling through the Yellow Pages for welding gear. I headed to the cinema once again. I could’ve kissed the person in charge of screen heating, it was perfect. I found the ‘hotspot’ seat and settled down.
Regaining the feeling in my face and limbs always puts me in a more receptive mood. Thus I found myself laughing harder at Megamind than it deserved. It has a great voice cast, a brilliant idea and some truly funny moments. With ingredients like that it should be excellent, but despite all this and a cracking rock soundtrack it never quite hits the heights. Plus, as pointed out by a BBC counterpart in London, Metro Man voiced by Brad Pitt, looks unsettlingly similar to David Cameron, which rather put me off.
Rather than sit there and snort, I tried to see past this and enjoy it. Whether I was genuinely willing it to be good or just creating friction between my ribs for warmth I’m still unaware, but I was definitely putting in more work than it was in places.
So the week rumbled on like a giant gritting lorry along an icy highway. And just so you don’t have to, this chilly Friday afternoon I’ve just braved the tundra again for Monsters (okay, I’ll admit I’m overdoing the cold thing now).
In the warm again though, the fire and kettle have gone on and the Converse have been kicked off. Well Monsters is intelligent? Creative? I’m trying to find some content to put in my review, which is what the director should have done with his film! BOOM BOOM!
This film had been billed by many as this year’s District 9. Mainly because it’s a sci-fi film shot on a shoe string, and it’s got aliens in it.
That’s like saying King Kong and An Affair To Remember are similar because they both feature the Empire State Building.
Monsters feels like a calling card, a director proving that he can ‘Do’ tough filmmaking. A character-driven plot filmed in difficult locations with special effects. There’s only one problem.
I can imagine the scene in the edit suite as the editor turns to the director and says: ‘Are you gonna make these creatures actually do anything or just keep using them as backdrops?’
The film certainly has potential and deserves to be seen by a top film exec, just so they can give the director enough money to give the characters in his next film something more interesting to do other than walk around and make doe eyes at each other.
And as if fate, or your belief system of choice, had conspired, District 9 has just started on the telly. Time to put the feet up and attempt to break my mince pie eating record I think.