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Thor: Love and Thunder (2022)
Cringeworthy godlessness and a ridiculous Thor.
First off, the cast of this debacle is not to blame for it. Crowe, Hemsworth, Portman, Thompson, etc... have all proven mastery of their art on multiple occasions.
No, the culprit here is Taika Waititi, and while Ragnarok was palatable, but only just, what he did to Love and Thunder borders on criminal negligence for the damage it will do to the reputation of said cast. I will avoid everything he does from now on and speak of him no more.
The ONLY noteworthy character in Love and Thunder is that of the villain, Gorr. Christian Bale's monumental performance stands out even more because virtually every other character is depicted as a one-dimensional, frustrated neurotic on the verge of throwing a toddler tantrum, it is that bad.
The only times this thing has any sort of superhero movie feel to it are the scarce occasions when Bale is in the picture, and on those occasions, it feels like the Gorr scenes were inserted from a completely different movie altogether. Gorr is also the only one I ever felt any sympathy for, as he's the only one who resembles an actual person one can build some kind of rapport with.
I was a toddler in the early 1970's, and I grew up with the original DC and Marvel comics, reading and re-reading about the gods that were my heroes. Watching Love and Thunder, I halfway expected to hear the complete cast join in for the Oompa Loompa song. (Which would have been funnier than all the 'jokes' in the film combined.)
There are no gods in this monstrosity. So sad,... and so bad that I have to wonder if this was done deliberately...
Poe (2012)
Avoid, let me say that again. AVOID.
One of the reasons I created an IMDb account is because sometimes, there are things you don't wish upon your worst enemy, and this movie is one of them. Personally, I think this kind of garbage should be rated Z, and it should be made obligatory for this sort of non-productions to have a big fat red Z on the cover so that everyone is warned that the product is an insult to 'below average'.
The acting is awful. The story is awful. The effects, I won't even call them special, are awful. This movie is so awful that even the shoes of the cameraman's nephew's mother in law are awful, and they're not even in it.
To be honest, I'm just trying to fill the 10 lines to get this over with JUST TO WARN QUALITY MOVIE ENTHOUSIASTS NOT TO WASTE THEIR TIME, so I can go do something interesting, like learning how to knit.
Do yourself a favor. Unless your IQ is below 65, don't watch this, because it will go below 65 once you do. What the... Am I drooling??!??
My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done (2009)
Arty Farty waste of time. Knitting is more exciting.
There is a world where acting skills are not required to make movies, in fact, in Werner Herzog's world, actors with acting skills are obviously dissuaded to use them.
I've always liked William Dafoe. It was his name among the cast that made me decide to watch this film to give him another chance after Lars Von Trier's Antichrist debacle, but I fear I'll have to be very cautious with Mr. Dafoe's future work.
This film is boring and stagnant. From all the takes of all the scenes, I'm sure only the ones with the worst acting performances were used. It is a long succession of uninspired scenes lacking any highs or lows, with actors who are clearly sorry that they committed to doing the film. None of them ever credibly interact, and they read their lines like an eight year old would a memorized poem beyond his or her understanding in front of a classroom.
All the characters are one-dimensional and there is no real explanation given why Mrs. McCullum was killed. From the outset, her son is notably deranged, but that's about it and the rest is hubbub.
To quote Mr. Herzog; "Film is not analysis, it is the agitation of mind; cinema comes from the country fair and the circus, not from art and academicism."
This film has the intelligence of a flea circus and may be many things, but it is not art although a rookie attempt was made to emulate David Linch-like visualizations, and it is most definitively not an academic descent into a killers mind.
Spare yourself this agitation...