Sep 28, 2007 23:01
Coogan's Bluff, a 1968 or 1968 Clint Eastwood movie. Eastwood is an Arizona deputy sheriff who goes to New York to transport an accused killer. Once in New York, he encounters homosexuals, feminists, and a crazy group of hippies. I note that the line between consensual and non-consensual sex was blurred in the late 1960s, as women keep telling Eastwood "No" and he blatantly continues. Bonus This was once acceptable? moment when a visual joke is made about an older woman trying to make a rape complaint at the police station. Eastwood's eyes (and the camera) sweep over her body from head to toe and the look on Eastwood's face makes the point clear. Rape this woman? Not likely. Haha!
Derailed, that Jennifer Aniston/Clive Owen movie from a couple of years ago. The "info" blurb provided by the cable company claimed this was "Hitchcockian." I knew that this review was likely to be inaccurate and also that the movie would probably suck. I was proven right. Xhibit from Pimp My Ride plays a bad guy--just one of the seven million ways in which this movie didn't ring true. He is only believable in roles where he has to exclaim "This car is gonna be tight!"
Halloween, which I have already reviewed. I have thought about it more since my review and it is still awful.
Resident Evil: Extinction was not as bad as the three movies above, but it still wasn't good. Note: In my post-zombie outbreak society, the standard procedure for any person in my caravan who has survived a one-on-one zombie encounter will be to strip down and be searched for bites. Normal people always hide their zombie bites (heroes will disclose their zombie bites and use their last minutes of life in order to achieve a needed goal/create an escape route).