The Summer of Robert
Remember last spring when I bemoaned about how depressingly lame the summer movie season looked? Well, this summer is the exact opposite of that. On paper, it's just ridiculously awesome.
Okay, first of all, I just now discovered that Miranda July has a new movie coming out, finally. And it's about a cat who somehow alters the space-time continuum. Ummmm... Miranda? Marry me. Seriously. I know I'm already married, but we can move to Utah or something.
But first, there's The Tree of Life, which has maybe the most amazing trailer I've ever seen.
Then of course there's the Harry Potter grand finale. Which, if they do it right, should be one of my favorite movies ever. And which comes out on the same day as Winnie the Pooh, which also looks awesome, and Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, which is based on a book that I loved.
And we mustn't forget the three, count them, three Marvel superhero movies, plus Green fucking Lantern, one of my favorite superheroes.
Then, at some unspecified time, the new Lars Von Trier movie is coming out.
As if all this weren't enough, there's a new Woody Allen movie (not that that's a rare occurrence, or, based on recent history, necessarily one for celebration). And Cowboys and Aliens. And Crazy, Stupid Love, which also has a great trailer, and a great cast. And Another Earth, which I don't know much about but which sounds really cool. Oh, and Friends With Benefits, which looks stupid and I probably won't see it, except it has Justin Timberlake having repeated sex with Mila Kunis, so it's pretty much the greatest straight porn ever, so I might see it anyway if I'm horny enough.
It's too bad I don't give a shit about Pirates of the Caribbean or Transformers or The Hangover or Planet of the Apes, or this summer would really blow my mind.
Seriously, was this summer movie season designed specifically for me? Because I'm flattered and touched, really.
Okay, first of all, I just now discovered that Miranda July has a new movie coming out, finally. And it's about a cat who somehow alters the space-time continuum. Ummmm... Miranda? Marry me. Seriously. I know I'm already married, but we can move to Utah or something.
But first, there's The Tree of Life, which has maybe the most amazing trailer I've ever seen.
Then of course there's the Harry Potter grand finale. Which, if they do it right, should be one of my favorite movies ever. And which comes out on the same day as Winnie the Pooh, which also looks awesome, and Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, which is based on a book that I loved.
And we mustn't forget the three, count them, three Marvel superhero movies, plus Green fucking Lantern, one of my favorite superheroes.
Then, at some unspecified time, the new Lars Von Trier movie is coming out.
As if all this weren't enough, there's a new Woody Allen movie (not that that's a rare occurrence, or, based on recent history, necessarily one for celebration). And Cowboys and Aliens. And Crazy, Stupid Love, which also has a great trailer, and a great cast. And Another Earth, which I don't know much about but which sounds really cool. Oh, and Friends With Benefits, which looks stupid and I probably won't see it, except it has Justin Timberlake having repeated sex with Mila Kunis, so it's pretty much the greatest straight porn ever, so I might see it anyway if I'm horny enough.
It's too bad I don't give a shit about Pirates of the Caribbean or Transformers or The Hangover or Planet of the Apes, or this summer would really blow my mind.
Seriously, was this summer movie season designed specifically for me? Because I'm flattered and touched, really.