The annual International Balloon Fiesta is the premier event in the state nicknamed the Land of Enchantment, and it more than justifies that title.
For nine mornings in October, as long as the weather’s just right, the skies above Albuquerque — already awash in sunshine — explode with color as hundreds of balloons of all shapes and sizes take off from Balloon Fiesta Park, creating a perfect backdrop for photographers, spectators, nearby residents and even those commuting to work. 2017 was the 46th for the fiesta, which draws hundreds of thousands every year from across the state, country and world.
Vendors sell delicious food, local artisans show off their crafts, and New Mexico’s diverse and unique culture is placed front-and-center.
At night, balloons inflate and stay on the ground for the Glowdeo, providing a magical sight as the balloons’ flames light up the night and pilots talk to visitors.
All photos taken by David Alex Lynch with a Nikon D7200. Follow him on Instagram @alealejandro695, and on Twitter @RealDavidLynch.
First things first, and believe me, based on some of the reactions I’ve gotten in the past, it bears importance starting out with this: I don’t consider myself a film expert.
If I did, I wouldn’t be writing about movies. I’d be trying my hand at making them. And potentially making a hell of a lot more money than I do now writing reviews (which amounts to exactly zilch. What’s up, Rolling Stone?).
But I don’t. I watch a lot of movies (some people might think too many. Sorry, Mom), and I feel like with each one I’ve seen – even the stinkers – I’ve learned something new about the medium. But through nearly 22 years and four months of life, never has that led to a particular desire to create a movie, no matter how much I respect the hell out of people who do, on any level.
But movies were my first love. For sure. Something about the medium has always resonated with me more, and continues to do so, than any other art form. The movie theater is my home away from home, the big screen an entryway into some special kind of nirvana that I can never get anywhere else.
And, starting fairly recently, the pen and notepad has been my companion to the theater.
Why I do it
I’ll admit it: I have an insatiable, somewhat pretentious, definitely obsessive need for people to know my thoughts on the films I watch. If you’ve followed me on Twitter or Facebook for any amount of time, you probably knew that.
It’s a need whose obsessive nature correlates to how extremely good or bad I believe a movie to be. Yes, you should offer your time and money to go see Blade Runner 2049. No, you’d be much better off spending two hours of your life watching grass grow than seeing Suicide Squad.
When did I start doing that in formalized, written, extremely amateur blogger form? Weirdly enough, with 2014’s Chef. I spent my free afternoon that summer going to the theater to catch a film that looked interesting enough to be worth my money.
Actually, I was working at the movies that summer, so it was totally free. But that’s beside the point.
Who knows what it was about that day, that experience. I’ve never had a particular fascination with Jon Favreau (his movies are fine), Sofia Vergara (Modern Family is fine) or the food truck culture (it’s deliciously fine).
But something about that day, that experience of watching a movie alone and perhaps picking through details more than I had up to that point, led me to go home, immediately open up my laptop, and write down my thoughts.
In about 600 or so words that probably came across as more like thought vomit than a legible review, I gave my thoughts to the world on a simple movie about family and food. I threw them up on a blog that was created somewhat hastily the previous semester for a class. I shared it with my friends and family, inviting them to read.
And a new hobby was born that has since turned into a lifestyle I’ve become passionate about, over the course of the few dozen reviews I’ve written since then.
Money (small amounts) has come from it a handful of times. Criticism of my criticism has come more often. I even found myself driving back to my Albuquerque apartment with a New Mexico Press Association award one time because of it. Others have resulted in only one or two views, let alone recognition I never expect to receive.
And with every single page of indecipherably written notes I’ve jotted in dimly lit theaters has come a growing appreciation for the art form.
But I don’t do it just for myself. I want people to have an idea of what they’re getting into when they decide to take a trip to the hallowed halls of Cinemadom. That much has remained the same with my reviewing, and just like any good journalist, I try to stay as objective as possible.
The method to the movie madness
Since I’ve started writing about films, my consumption of other reviews and movie commentary of the written variety by others has increased exponentially. From Peter Travers to A.O. Scott to the various movie podcasts out there, I’ve tried to open myself up to as many perspectives about individual films as I can after crafting my own opinion of them.
Sometimes, I’m too stubborn to change that opinion. Sometimes, it’s completely changed the way I see a movie. That’s the beauty of any piece of art, after all – it’s subjective, and completely open to interpretation. That’s partly why I never consider myself a film expert; just someone with one opinion mixed in with a million others.
But among the (very) few things that truly irks me about some professional reviews: the free-for-all attitude when it comes to plot.
It isn’t really related to quality. Some of the best reviews I’ve ever read go all in when it comes to spoiling a movie. In my opinion, that goes against the purpose of reviewing new films.
For some, though, that’s the point – to discuss it freely and openly. And that’s fine. That’s their method.
But if you’ve never read one of my reviews for fear of the subject at hand being spoiled, know that that’s always at the top of my head. I rarely, if ever, go into details about plot beyond what is being explicitly expressed in a film’s marketing. The same might not be said for a movie’s themes, etc., but that’s my interpretation of it.
And it’s an invitation for you to interpret it your own way. At least, it should be. Because if I want my reviews to be a bastion for anything, it’s discussion.
Maybe that’s the journalist in me. I’ve always been taught that my first loyalty as a professional journalist is to the reader, and it wouldn’t do to have a movie spoiled if the reader hasn’t seen it yet.
There’s another big way my inner journalist has influenced my evolution of movie review-writing. I always try to stay as objective as possible. I’m not going to fib and say that some movies don’t affect me in profoundly personal ways; some of my favorite films do so every time I watch them.
But I also don’t believe that equating films to some of my personal experiences is the right way to go about it, at least for me. I know readers don’t care about how that one scene reminded me of that one kickback in college, or the way a line of dialogue took me back to a life-changing conversation I had with an important person in my life.
They care, in objective as terms as possible, about what they might experience when they go see a movie. The direction, acting, potential meanings, cinematography, etc. etc.
That isn’t to say I don’t write about a film’s emotional impact; not doing so would neglect the purpose of film. But I strive to do it in ways that I feel are intentional and far-reaching; writing about techniques with broad implications, whether those are societal or historical.
Simply put: I try to keep out the Me’s, Myself’s and I’s as much as possible, instead focusing on the audience and who I believe the film’s intended audience to be. Hell, even thinking about who that audience is is part of the fun when contemplating a movie I’ve just seen.
I’ve also adopted a bit of a different lens to watch movies through when I know I’m going to be writing a review about it later. That’s just what has naturally happened. I try to pay attention to some of the finer details that I might otherwise neglect. The way a line of dialogue is given. How a room is arranged. Why the camera dances at some moments and sits idly by at others, like just another member of the audience. Why the director do this? Did the scribe subtly mean X when she wrote Y?
Does that mean I might be more critical of a movie that I’d be blindly enjoying if I was just watching it to watch for my own amusement with my brain turned off? Sure, maybe…to an extent.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching movies in this way – which I’ve recently noticed I’ve been doing with any movie I see, whether it will lead to a review or not – it doesn’t do any filmgoer to watch a movie just to soak it all in, a way to pass the time.
Movies are meant to engage. They’re meant to challenge. They’re meant to show us things we’ve never seen before. To make us fall in love with, to get pissed at, to be utterly perplexed by the events unfolding onscreen.
That’s what I hope people get out of them (yes, even the bad ones). And also my reviews; I want them to spark some legitimate reaction. Above all though, I hope that people understand it’s just the thoughts of one interpretation in an endless sea of them. It’s a privilege to have the means to do it, to have a way to share them and to have people who read them.
Just don’t ever expect my experience to be an exact carbon copy of yours.
There’s something that feels ironically punctual when experiencing “Blade Runner 2049,” 35 years after the debut of the iconic and innovative original continues to influence pop culture in ways we’ve become accustomed to by now.
Maybe it’s the fact that the long-gestating sequel was always waiting, in spirit, for Denis Villeneuve, like he was some long-awaited prophet whose destiny it was to accomplish the impossible on multiple levels (and accomplish, he has).
It could just be that we’re a little over a year away from when the events of Ridley Scott’s film take place – a bleak, dystopian take on impoverished 2019 Los Angeles that in many ways mirrors the personality some parts of the country have taken on: Desolate and deadly.
Now, in “2049,” that personalization is magnified. Replicants are still being hunted down, albeit now by their own kind. A bankrupt Tyrell Corporation has been acquired by a new company with unknown intentions. The environment’s pessimistic personality has evolved to a much darker characterization; one with cruel intentions.
And there’s a mystery to be solved, one with implications both far-reaching and personal. That “Blade Runner 2049” understands this from the first moments foreshadows its success as a visually hypnotic two-and-a-half hours of movie grandeur, and a sequel that magnificently builds on the intrigue and world of the 1982 original.
A large part of Villeneuve’s sensory kaleidoscope of a film follows K, the blade runner who – after a violent run-in with a skin-tone Dave Bautista who seems much bigger here than he ever did in “Guardians of the Galaxy” – begins to unpack clues to some larger revelations that come down the road. It isn’t necessarily the start of a full-blown war that Robin Wright endlessly alludes to in the trailers for “2049,” but early on the audience understands that the scope of what K is uncovering is far bigger than anything Decker discovered while hunting down a rogue group of Replicants back in 2019 LA.
To back up the intrigue of these revelations, “2049” goes all in to portray the world that would be affected by them. The range of environments that visual maestro Roger Deakins guides us through makes it seem like the entirety of “Blade Runner” happened within a few city blocks.
Here, we go to desolate countrysides, post-apocalyptic wastelands, scorched Chernobyls, geometrically astute corporations that pass more for deformed Rubik’s cubes than your typical techie offices (get with the game, Apple).
And of course, with the incessant and increasingly annoying BRAAAHM BRAAAAHMS of a Hans Zimmer score as a fellow passenger, the camera swoops, stalks and glides through morally bankrupt and constantly overcast Los Angeles (does this place ever see any sun?). With skyscraper-sized virtual ads and a stench of overpopulation, being on the street level with K is like traversing through an Alice in Wonderland of the “Black Mirror” variety.
It’s an atmosphere that is downright intoxicating in its futuristic dreariness, and a world that – from a technical level – provided me with a more memorable sense of awe than James Cameron’s “Avatar.”
It’s an environment that, like K, is grasping onto a sense of what it means to be human, and grappling with how being human has changed over the previous 30 years.
There’s much world-building here that also isn’t visually driven, but rather motivated by expanding on the lore that we now realize was only teased in the 1982 “Blade Runner.” Things have happened since then that, even though they are only referenced in bites, it’s clear they were earth-shattering. The mythos of Replicants themselves are front and center, as is their increasingly blurred distinction
The mythos of Replicants themselves are front and center, as is their increasingly blurred distinction from humans, leading to big questions about the state of humanity, and even its value going forward.
Who known if Phillip K. Dick ever asked the questions that “2049” poses, but the evolution of the franchise’s curiousity over the past three decades shows how important those questions are.
Not all of them are answered, however, and they shouldn’t be. Superfans of the 1982 film should also be consoled that even The Big Question surrounding Harrison Ford’s Deckard isn’t answered concretely. It’s a testament to the story and Villeneuve’s direction that it doesn’t have to be answered for us to know that, after learning what we learn, this world is in for more than it has ever bargained for.
But “2049” smartly puts those global implications aside as a subplot. It knows that it shouldn’t concern itself with such things. Even Jared Leto’s mysterious Niander Wallace doesn’t get a ton of screentime. Villeneuve is reminding us that, even after 35 years, the story of “Blade Runner” is still primarily the story of one blade runner in particular – Deckard.
Contrasting his and K’s journey and discoveries against their broader consequences, and against the more massive world their story takes place in, is the smartest thing Villeneuve could have done with this sequel, even if certain elements of the plot are too dense and far-reaching to take in at the first viewing. They’re not in any race against a world-ending clock — although a magnificently scary Sylvia Hoeks is hot on their heels — but the drama certainly reaches a crescendo all the same.
The magnetic build-up to those discoveries will be seen as more of a trudge by some, but for me, the film’s nearly three hours of running time flew by. It isn’t an action romp as the marketing may suggest but, like the original film, a very deliberate piece of filmmaking grandeur that confirms Denis Villeneuve as the most exciting director working today.
It’s bold and it’s tense, a kinetic dream of a film that is as technically entrancing as it is thought-provoking. That this film – that not many were asking for – was made when it was is an achievement, but experiencing it breathe with purpose is a bit of a miracle. It’s an intersection of mesmerizing world-building and engaging story that sets the template moving forward for not only contemporary sci-fi, but sequels of any genre.
In an age of seemingly needless reboot announcements and even more underwhelming execution, maybe that’s 2049’s most punctual message of all.
“Blade Runner” is rated R for violence, some sexuality, nudity and language
Starring: Harrison Ford, Ryan Gosling, Ana de Armas, Dave Bautista
Like the ostensibly unordinary back-and-forth dance that eyeballs engage in while watching a tennis match, so too does “Battle of the Sexes” breeze along fairly unspectacularly in telling the story of former tennis champion and feminist icon Billie Jean King.
And like a dramatic gaining of a point in tennis serves to remind the owners of those eyeballs that there is much more talent involved than they may realize, so too does Emma Stone turn in another forceful and endearing performance — one of the very best of the year, really — as King.
In the process, she gives the film — directed by Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris — a bit of redeeming quality. Not that “Battle of the Sexes” completely hits the net upon first serve, but it’s difficult to find very many things that separate it as an elite biographical offering, even as Stone plays and mesmerizes her way to potentially a second straight Best Actress nomination.
The story of Billie Jean King and her crusade against society’s ingrained sexism that sees her playing a nearly 30-years-her-senior Bobby Riggs is certainly a story that deserves to be told. King, a tennis champion in the early 70s who also championed equal wages for female athletes, also fought for LGBTQ rights later in life before becoming an early advocate for Title IX in sports, but the film doesn’t delve into that too much.
Instead, it focuses on her spirited drive to just get some damn respect. The method: Forming an all-women’s tournament to show that female athletes are just as big a draw as the men.
That later leads, by way of sheer, “Oh yes I can” attitude, to the iconic, real-life Battle of the Sexes — King’s match with former tennis champion Bobby Riggs, here portrayed by a seemingly hyperbolic but all too true-to-form Steve Carrell, who is channeling his inner Looney Tunes. That is, if Daffy Duck was deep down an egotistical, dogmatist brat who thought the world revolved around the XY chromosome.
Unfortunately for Dayton and Faris — as well as the audience — effectively contrasting Carrell’s cartoonish villainy with the very real (and very relevant issues) that the Battle of the Sexes represented is a tough endeavor. The film is made as authentically as possible, from the perpetual 70s cinematic tinge to the you-have-to-Google-it-to-believe-it antics of Riggs, and sometimes that works against it via uncomfortable tonal shifts.
The film breezes along for two hours, a perfectly fine Netflix watch that is mostly let down by its writing, but when Stone’s King is on screen, the film soars. Stone, fresh off a Best Actress triumph for “La La Land,” embodies everything about King — from her appearance to her confident glow to her personifying of a simple message: Women do belong on the same court as the men, and for the same wages.
But what the continually surprising Stone brings to the table feels restrained by lackluster writing; the script cheapens that important social commentary to where it feels almost tongue-in-cheek at times. And at others, especially in some early scenes, the fight for equality is presented in such black-and-white terms that you have to wonder why the struggle is ongoing for women decades later.
Thankfully, as the movie goes, it gets a little bit of a better handle on how complex the issue is, and just how cemented the psychology is that King is working to break through.
Carrell’s Riggs, meanwhile, hasn’t quite completely fallen from grace, but he sure is hitting every rung hard on the way down. On the cusp of a failing marriage and gambling addiction, he turns his attention to the headline-making King as the yin to her yang, the man who has no issues proclaiming to national media that his gender is superior.
The film wisely portrays Carrell as the one with seemingly nothing to lose and Stone with everything, raising the stakes of their historic match.
But even as Carrell and his feigned masculinity is one-half of the titular Battle, the film is largely driven by King’s journey, and her wrangling with the various things a professional athlete must contend with to be successful. An excellent Stone makes it a journey all the more heart-wrenching, and all the more inspiring.
With subtext that is uber-timely in a world where “pussy-grabbing” Trump is president, “Battle of the Sexes” does bring light to the subtle sexism that continues to pervade the world of sports (See: 2016 Olympic Games commentators).
But it’s the moments when that commentary is oversimplified that the film becomes self-defeating. The themes are important, but they’re tough to take seriously when the script’s portrayal of them borders on satire.
Dayton’s and Faris’s movie is still an entertaining time. It’s witty, with Sarah Silverman a standout as the organizer of the all-women’s tournament, and it truly breathes the era. It also doesn’t do anything particularly exciting for the biographical genre, as much as we hope it does with the importance of the character its story is centered on.
For as much a champion of women’s rights that King was, “Battle of the Sexes” burdens itself — and its message — by limiting the scope of her impact mostly to her feud with Riggs. And while that feud did come to represent her crusade against sexism at large, it still feels minimalized.
As a result, “Battle of the Sexes” feels like a triumphant one — it certainly has no trouble stating it is — but largely for reasons unknown, other than another stunningly spot-on turn by Stone.
“Battle of the Sexes” is rated PG-13 for some sexual content and partial nudity
Starring: Emma Stone, Steve Carrell, Andrea Riseborough, Sarah Silverman
“It affects everyone in a different way,” says a narcissistic Javier Bardem in Darren Aronofsky’s hieroglyphics-filled-cavern of a movie, “mother!”
Yeah. I’ll say.
This is a film that has been nothing if not a bastion for discussion as the Cinematic Year transitions to awards season. “IT” has horrified mainstream audiences for two weeks (as well as satisfied New Line Cinema to the tune of the biggest horror opening ever) and I’d like to think that Paramount picked the week after to release “mother!” in order to provide a different – a VERY different – sort of disturbing experience in the theater.
Questions of the “What does it all even mean?” variety have certainly filled that discussion surrounding the latest offering from Aronofsky, as he continues to experiment the decade after receiving renown and even awards recognition for “Black Swan” and “The Wrestler.”
But pervading those “what” questions, suitably, have also been a spattering of “how” inquiries. As in, “How far is this movie, and Aronofsky, going to go?”
“mother!” may be vague, ambiguous even, but it certainly isn’t subtle. It’s unusual turn after unusual turn, and even if you don’t realize you’re beating beaten mercilessly in allegory, you known damn well you’re being clubbed in the senses with freakish, non-stop non-sequitor.
It’s hard to call the 2-hour film anything short of a curiosity. You can join in the ride if you want by simply absorbing what’s on screen. But that’s not where the fun lies, unless all you’ve ever wanted from your movies is an Eli Roth offering that has something to say.
First of all, if there’s any movie you should know the least about before going into, it’s this one. (You can rest easy if you’re reading this before your first viewing that no major or moderate spoilers will be found in these paragraphs.) Though Aronofsky certainly has a major story to re-tell through Jennifer Lawrence’s trials and tribulations, it’s much more fun to Reddit up on those theories afterwards.
That’s because “mother!”, for as much a sensory experience as it is (Sound Editing/Mixing Oscars could be in the…mix) is awash in symbolism and aforementioned allegory. So much so that it’s a hell of a time trying to unpack it all. It’s a cerebral drama in seemingly the most grotesque and barbaric of visions, but one that certainly has statements to be made.
There may be a method to this madness, and there absolutely is a message.
It’s a message that will become clearer and clearer to some in the audience as Lawrence and company descend into a very particular kind of hell in the movie’s final act. But that doesn’t mean other themes aren’t at play; I counted three or four potential subjects that Aronofsky could have been critiquing/conveying/toying with in the first 45ish minutes.
I won’t divulge them. That would detract from your experience. But let’s grab a beer and discuss them afterwards, because this is a movie that drips with so many semantics and manifestations of the world at its carnal worst that you’ll be trying to connect the two for days afterward, even if you convince yourself you were completely turned off by Aronofsky’s unrestrained imagination.
Not everything in “mother!” is vague. There are certain details that stand out as red flags, clues to remember for later. The cues of isolation. Lawrence’s white clothes contrasted against the darker attire of nearly everyone else. The house being its own character, in a more literal sense than you’d expect.
I’m almost sure that some of those details were placed intentionally by Aronofsky to throw us off his scent.
With all this talk of a film that is a hell-bent on going to hell and back to tell the story of (SUBJECT REMOVED TO REFRAIN FROM SPOILING) through extended metaphor, you shouldn’t make the mistake of thinking that “mother!” is lethargic.
Far from it.
It makes you uncomfortable as hell, sure, and has been proudly marketed by Paramount as “The most controversial movie since ‘A Clockwork Orange’” (Mel Gibson would like a word). But in an age where it’s so easy to get lost in a dreamlike trance with the majority of studio films (See: Marvel Studios), why not counteract that with a bit of nightmare to jolt us awake in our seats?
At the very least, the production value of “mother!”, given its solitary setting and symbolically layered premise, is something to be admired. This is the most no-holds-barred example of studio filmmaking in as long as I can remember, and in an age where Disney is firing up-and-coming visionaries for not conforming to what they want in a “Star Wars” film, that kind of creative freedom should be embraced. Here, it’s an absolute rush.
Even when there’s certain parts where the audience is torn between being utterly horrified or guffawing out loud. “It affects everyone in a different way.” It sure, does.
And now, a matter of filmmaking etiquette that Aronofsky presents front-and-center with “mother!”: Does the fact that a movie necessitates repeat viewing diminish its authenticity?
Personally, I am already booking the seat for my next showing. I wanted to return to this world immediately after the credits rolled. Not because I could equate some of what I was seeing on-screen with cinematic glee, per se, but because there were almost certainly some details that I missed, and larger ones that I still just need to figure out.
It stays with you in that way. At least, it did for me. And if I decide to give up and Google Aronofsky’s meaning, then I’ll probably watch it a third time with a whole new mindset. And I’d expect I’ll be satisfied in a different way.
Some asides: Music is absent in “mother!”, with Aronofsky instead electing for pinpoint attention to sound. From teacups breaking to more supernatural auditory occurrences, those are the director’s reassurances that once the movie gets from 0 to 100 mph, it rarely dips below 85.
The film also entirely follows Lawrence. We’re not just seeing the experience through her eyes, we’re living it; the camera is attached to her, and for the amount of closeups Aronofsky shoots of her, it’s surprisingly never a frustration decision. Bardem is the more tantalizing of the two, but that’s a result of the writing more than anything else.
Michelle Pfeiffer is her usual darkly sultry self, and Ed Helms is fine as the couple’s first visitor. Revealing other cast members, though, would be giving away too much.
What? I meant what I said about going in knowing the bare minimum. And the most bare minimum information anyone needs to know is this is a batshit crazy director at his batshit craziest.
Roger Ebert once said, “Every great film should seem new every time you see it.” If that’s the true barometer for a film’s success, then “mother!” might be the best film of the year.
At the very least, it’s an absorbing, boldly made and deftly innovative movie that challenges viewers in ways we should want to be challenged. If we got two or three “mother!s” every year, Hollywood would be better off.
And so would we.
“mother!” is rated R for strong disturbing violent content, some sexuality, nudity and language
Starring: Jennifer Lawrence, Javier Bardem, Ed Helms, Michelle Pfeiffer
There hasn’t been very much in the way of blockbuster horror lately.
Instead it’s been a tale of two extremes for the genre; either we’ve had the student film-esque, cheap scare formula made popular by Paranormal Activity that resides in cheese territory, or arthouse offerings like It Follows and The Witch with subtext that is sometimes scarier than anything manifested onscreen.
The Conjuring comes closest to representing a compromise of the two sub-genres, with its sense of bigger-scale, crowd-pleasing terror that doesn’t forget about the importance of character.
Enter: IT, Stephen King’s iconic (aren’t they all?) story of a killer clown preying on the children of Small Town, USA, and the group of Losers who take it upon themselves to destroy him.
King’s novel is a dense opus spanning decades, but director Andy Muschietti, along with the film’s four writers, deserve credit for telling a concise, first chapter of a tale that is also the most entertaining horror offering of the year.
The chemistry between the aforementioned Losers – a ragtag group of outcast teens with their own distinct personalities – is a marvel. The story revolves around their conflict with Pennywise, but the minutiae of their relationships with each other is as close as Hollywood has come to reviving the spirit Stand By Me. Jaeden Liberher is particularly excellent as the stuttering de-facto leader Bill, while Finn Wolfhard of Stranger Things fame is a riot as living, breathing comic relief.
Sophia Lillis also puts in a breakthrough turn as Bev Marsh, though her story gets underwhelming when she becomes just another damsel in distress.
When Pennywise isn’t dominating the screen, it’s these kids we’re with, and it’s company that we’re more than happy to be a part of. They’re written adequately, bouncing back and forth between the typical teen angst and dealing with a killer clown. It’s a faithful compromise, so long as you can get past the occasional overindulgence on dick jokes and vulgar quips (the film’s R-rating isn’t solely for the scares).
They also all have their respective baggage that elevates their respective roles from would-be heroes to we-just-want-to-find-a-way-to-prove-ourselves-ers.
And then there’s Bill Skarsgård, who updates Tim Curry’s iconic turn as Pennywise with his own dastardly interpretation that is as creepy as it is addicting to witness. You can choose to cover your eyes if you want, but you’d be missing out on the movie’s best scenes.
The very best of those scenes might just be his introduction, a first greeting with the paper sailboat-toating Georgie – Bill’s younger brother who catapults the story into motion – that is equal parts tantalizing and brilliant. In about 90 seconds Skarsgård goes through the gamut of his sinister clown’s personality, from the cutesie-creepy laugh to glaring eyes that scream, “Hey, Georgie, get the hell out of there.”
Everything about those 90 seconds is perfect; from the “innocent” hello to its jaw-dropping ending, it’s a standout sequence of any film this year.
And unfortunately it’s Skarsgård’s only real opportunity at acting the part. From there on (until the final showdown), the CGI takes over, and Skarsgård – now having established Pennywise’s one bloodthirsty goal – is relegated to leering out from behind corners and whispering his victim’s names as if we are supposed to mistake the sound for wind.
It’s a bit of a frustrating turn, but doesn’t detract completely from the impact of when he is on screen. The most fun parts of the film are when he’s stalking the kids behind blood-red balloons, stalking his prey before pouncing on them in a standout haunted house thrill ride that proves the time is ripe for a live-action Monster House.
IT isn’t keep-you-awake-all-night frightening, but what it makes up for in sheer, Conjuring-esque terror it makes up for in visual flair and creativity, like a Jack-in-a-box that reveals a puppet much larger than anything the contraption is expected to hold.
Where IT really thrives, though, is in bringing to life the world of the homely-but-threatening town of Derry, Maine. Never before has a Stephen King world been brought to life so faithfully on an aesthetic level, right down to the sense that someone is always watching our lovable Losers.
When a theater marque advertising “The Nightmare on Elm Street 5” makes an appearance, you have to wonder if any other movie ever screens there.
That atmosphere only serves to heighten the sense of dread and stakes for the kids, who connect the dots in the town’s history en route to confronting whatever “it” is that is making children go missing. There’s an enticing bit of mythos that is teased, if not gently established, that hopefully is explored further in the sequel so that we can get a clearer picture of how much a force of evil Pennywise has been for years.
While the world of Derry is threaded with morbid undertones, it’s the occasional lapse in writing that keeps it from being one of the top three or four Stephen King adaptations (just being in the conversation is probably enough with how much the author has contributed to the genre). While the film for the most part balances its scares and humor well, at a handful of points the tonal shift is so jarring it’s as if the audience has entered the world of parody.
Aside from that, the ending leaves a little to be desired. It’s an entertaining confrontation between the kids and Pennywise, one enhanced by the aforementioned cinematic flair that helps make it a legitimate horror blockbuster. But when the stakes have been raised so high at various points in the previous hour-and-a-half, you can’t help but feel like the writers missed an opportunity to go for a dynamic, go-for-broke finish.
As a result, once the credits roll, it feels like perhaps the ride has been over for longer than we thought; we’ve just been sitting in the car waiting, craving another drop.
Still, those are minor complaints for what is entertaining big-budget horror. IT doesn’t worry about treading any lines between cheap thrills and story because it understands there doesn’t have to be a territorial divide, and its world-building is so brilliantly enticing – a wonder to see played out onscreen – that it makes the wait for the sequel worth it.
ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. – Now faced with the very real possibility that some of their friends, family or even themselves will lose some of the benefits they were granted under the DACA policy, hundreds flocked to Civic Plaza in downtown Albuquerque Tuesday afternoon in a show of solidarity.
Supporters of all ages and demographics – from UNM professors to high school students to retired citizens – were on hand for the rally, organized by the New Mexico Dream Team. It followed U.S. Attorney General Jeff Sessions’ official announcement that the Donald Trump administration was going to rescind DACA, or Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals, affecting nearly 800,000 children and young adults across the country who were brought to the U.S. by their parents at a young age.
That announcement was made hours before the rally, but members of the NM Dream Team said planning started long before that.
“Two or three weeks ago,” said rally organizer Manuel Delarosa. “Whether or not DACA was rescinded, we were all going to continue to fight, regardless of the situation, and stand up for our immigrants.”
Delarosa added he was surprised at the turnout at the day’s events, which included walkouts at nearly two dozen Albuquerque metro high schools, and a rally at UNM where he said “it looked like it was the school there (participating).”
There are almost 7,000 New Mexicans in the DACA program, according to the ACLU.
Many of the speakers at Civic Plaza addressed the crowd in Spanish, amid chants of “Immigrants are here to stay” and “Trump, escucha, estamos en la lucha,” (Translation: “Trump, listen up, we’re here to fight.”) that reverberated through dozens of energetic local high school students.
Others in the crowd held signs with messages such as “Dreaming is American” and “DACA Kids Are Our Kids.”
One of the rally’s speakers said she had been “preparing for this day since Nov. 9.”
The reasoning behind the decision
Soon after Sessions’ announcement, White House Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders spoke to media in Washington, D.C. about Trump’s decision, one she said he “wrestled” over.
Sanders said Trump “took the responsible and constitutional step” when he announced “the administration would be phasing out the DACA program over the next two years.”
The alternative, Sanders said, would have been “an immediate shutdown” of the program by federal courts. Instead, the president is now handing the baton to Congress, to accomplish what Sanders said should have been done when Barack Obama was still in office.
“There were two, and only two, real options to choose from,” she said from the White House Press Briefing Room.
She added that Obama bypassed federal law by announcing the DACA program, which has allowed thousands of young, undocumented individuals to get jobs and apply for college.
The program does not, however, provide a route to citizenship in its current form.
Sanders also battled against rhetoric that the announcement puts a target on the wrong people, saying the decision is the responsible course of action.
Current DACA recipients will not lose their status immediately, but the announcement means no new applicants for the program will be accepted. Sanders said the decision answers a call by U.S. citizens for the government to do more to protect their jobs and secure their borders.
‘These are just kids’
Still, some are confused about the logic behind the announcement that DACA would be phased out.
While the first reports that Trump was planning to roll back DACA emerged over the weekend, some supporters at the rally said they were perplexed that those who had no say in having come to the U.S. were being targeted.
“These are just kids,” said Deborah Marez-Baca. “They were babies, they were just children…have some compassion.”
Marez-Baca said while the news is dire for some, it’s an opportunity for their community to show they are not alone. She said even if someone isn’t affected by the decision, they can’t afford to stay apathetic.
“Everybody has to do what they’re comfortable with and what’s in their heart, but you can’t sit silent anymore,” she said. “We’re past that.”
Clement Jose, one of a group of UNM medical students that were at the rally, said some of his closest friends are undocumented immigrants, and that they were on his mind as he listened to the speakers.
“One of the things we really focus on (in medical school) is having empathy, and removing DACA literally goes against everything we believe in,” Jose said.
Mayoral candidate Gus Pedrotty was also downtown, and he said while the news is unfortunate, it isn’t completely unexpected.
“When news like this comes, it’s always heartbreaking, but the heartbreak feels different now because its unsurprising. We’re so lucky here to get to have communities that can show us how to support them, and to show us who they are and how needed they are,” Pedrotty said.
Support from educators
Support for undocumented students from the University of New Mexico goes all the way up to its administrators. This week, UNM President Chaouki Abdallah – serving in the interim as the process of finding a new president churns on – sent a letter to students and staff affirming the university’s support.
The letter states that administration has established an “Undocu-Task Force to determine long-term support and resources.”
“Our undocumented students and their families have demonstrated courage and resilience in the face of tremendous adversity,” Abdallah states in the letter. “You belong here. At UNM, we value each and every one of our students because each of us defines all of us.”
The Associated Students of UNM – the undergraduate student governing body – also passed a resolution last week supporting undocumented students and calling for the university to extend in-state tuition and the lottery scholarship to those students, so long as they fulfill the necessary requirements.
Jesus Costantino, an English professor at UNM, said he was at the rally in support of his students who have come out as undocumented.
“Just to confront that reality, I’m sure, would take far more than most people are capable of to stay positive,” he said.
Kelli Lycke, a teacher’s assistant at UNM, has only been in Albuquerque for six weeks, but says she has already noticed the community’s propensity to come together for its various denizens.
That diversity was on display on a small scale Tuesday evening.
“As a new transplant to this city, I am continually amazed at its pride and diversity,” she said. “There’s a unity in the culture of Albuquerque which makes it so enchanting.”
Going forward, Delarosa said priority for the NM Dream Team is putting pressure on a Congress that has a loaded agenda in the short-term, including approving aid for those affected by Harvey and health care reform.
“We want to push for something bigger, maybe in the future for residency, and then, of course, from there, for citizenship,” Delarosa said.
Otherwise, if a majority of DACA students and adults find themselves forced to go back to a country many have never been to since they were babies, he said the country as a whole loses out.
“Not just them, but (it affects) everybody,” Delarosa said. “This doesn’t just benefit us to work (and) to study. It benefits the country.”
It’s hard to imagine a scenario decades down the road where the modern Planet of the Apes trilogy is neglected to be brought up when discussing the best films of the 2010s.
In an era dominated by the superhero genre, where the merging of smart cinema with popcorn fare yields more misses than bullseyes, these Apes movies – Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Dawn and now War – have managed to strike the most high-wire acts of tonal balances, providing a go-to how-to on how to reboot a classic franchise in the process.
At the same time, it’s elevated Andy Serkis and the potential of motion capture/CGI performances to a higher level of stardom that continues to be underappreciated over the franchise’s run.
With War for the Planet of the Apes, director Matt Reeves has finished what can be confidently called the best sci-fi trilogy since the original Star Wars (go ahead and find a better one, I dare you) and one of the best outright trilogies of the 21st century.
Just look at how far these movies have come since Rise was announced nearly a decade ago. That film would star James Franco in the reboot of a decades-old science fiction cornerstone that has struggled to stay relevant with its admittedly goofy and outdated premise.
It wasn’t supposed to work.
But Rise, it turned out, was better than it had any right to be. A fun summer movie warning of the consequences of playing God amid big-scale set pieces and a new vehicle through which we were rooting against our own kind in Serkis’ monumental Caesar.
For the follow-up, Rupert Wyatt handed off directing duties to Matt Reeves. As a result, Dawnof the Planet of the Apes was the franchise’s Dark Knight; a much darker sequel that wasn’t afraid to raise the limits of a concept we thought we were familiar with.
In this case, talking freakin’ apes.
Dawn’s atmosphere was one infused with a sense of paranoia, with the apes and humans questioning what might happen after they discover each others’ existence in a world where it seemed not much more could be lost.
In War, that world now lies on a proverbial foundation of moral ambiguity, one that says (at times pretty explicitly) that now matter how strong we think we are as a species, we’re always at nature’s mercy.
It’s a concept that was explored in the previous two movies, but here it’s front and center. It’s the very nature (heh) of the “war” in question. It’s here to wreck shop.
The start of War parallels that of Rise. The apes are again minding their own business out of sight, supposedly out of mind of what is left of the human race. Only this time, their home isn’t in an enormous tree; they dwell in caves and man-built (ape-built) trenches of sorts.
The apes now know full well the antagonistic capabilities of their former captors, and the sense of dread their mere existence gives them. The fearsome Colonel (Woody Harrelson) has is out to hunt the apes, specifically targeting Caesar who has been in hiding.
That leads to an explosive start for the film, a battle between soldiers and apes that is so well-choreographed and envisioned that it rivals the first 10 minutes of any movie so far this year.
In the aftermath of this and an ensuing, thrilling confrontation with the Colonel himself, Caesar decides it’s time for the apes to leave to a new home much more isolated from the increasingly antagonistic humans.
But Caesar has to get his revenge first.
Among this trilogy’s many accomplishment is the writing and development of its signature character and the many roles he plays, from Messiah to father to Moses and beyond. There have been many points for the scripts to stumble along the way, to turn Caesar into an apathetic anti-hero hell-bent on revenge, or one that makes decisions increasingly at odds with his primary mission: to keep his family safe.
It would have deviated jarringly from his persona in Rise as someone who recognizes his species’ potential as one that, quite simply, deserves more than captivity.
Instead, his character has been handled with the perfect amount of confidence and grace, retaining his humanity while War’s actual humans descend more and more into primitive territory, in ways both subtle and horrifically distinct.
Harrelson, for instance, plays the menacing personality of the ostensibly stock character of the Colonel well enough early on, but it’s when we learn his backstory and motives that we come to understand how desperate the human race has become, and how inevitable its end is.
By the end of trilogy, everything comes full circle; the more sympathetic and level-headed apes are well on their way to becoming the advanced civilization we know from the classic films.
On the way to that conclusion is a thrilling and poignant adventure, one that transcends its sci-fi roots into full-fledged drama that truly tests the limits of its PG-13 rating. Fun isn’t the primary goal here. War for the Planet of the Apes is harrowing and emotional, downright disturbing at times, endearingly uplifting at others.
While the titular concept of war doesn’t play out as many may expect, Reeves explores its complexities and morally gray nature as well as the genre can. A tantalizing soundtrack, one that should be in contention come February, helps cement the morbid, desperate tone.
The film’s new additions to the franchise are scene-stealers. Steve Zahn’s zany, sympathetic “bad ape” provides his own level of intrigue as well as the film’s comedic relief. And, in a year where we already got a terrific mute performance from a young actress in Logan’s Dafne Keen, Amiah Miller provides one that may be even better as the young human that is the best reminder Caesar has of his sympathetic caretaker from Rise.
And Serkis, of course, along with the technical wizards behind the scenes, continues to blur the line between CGI and reality in a performance so captivating that he cements Caesar as one of the all-time iconic characters of the genre.
There’s so much to admire about War and the trilogy as a whole that it’s hard not praise each component individually. But perhaps the best compliment I can bestow upon it is how mich confidence it has in rewriting the rules of various genres, from action in Rise to sci-fi in Dawn to downright drama with this final film.
For modern Hollywood to so consistently nail the broader philosophical reaches of its premise without venturing into full-on cheese territory – and without succumbing to the shadow of the 1968 original – with no big-name directors and the talents of only a couple A-list stars is an astounding achievement. Dawn and War, in particular, are so much more of a slow-burn than any Marvel movie dares to be, but the payoff is more significant.
The evolution of this trilogy, one that no one asked for or thought they wanted to see 10 years ago, from popcorn movie to biblical-level blockbuster is a marvel and an outlier in this age of cinema. Its messages are not to be ignored, having used the best that Hollywood’s technology has to offer to accomplish what the best entries in the sci-fi genre does – comment on our state as a human race, and what it can become if we’re not too careful.
War for the Planet of the Apes is rated PG-13
Starring: Andy Serkis, Woody Harrelson, Steve Zahn, Karin Konoval
Well, ok, in the real world. But in the parallel cinematic universe that mirrors our own, it’s probably more accurate to say we’re coming up on the end of April as far as the movie year goes, what with most of the year’s best films to come as the weather gets cooler.
Nonetheless, 2017 has been supremely interesting for movies so far.
We got a 2018 Best Picture dark horse contender almost a full year early in Jordan Peele’s Get Out. Following a series of misfires, DC finally gave us a film that is both a critical darling and box office smash in Wonder Woman. After La La Land invigorated the musical last year, Edgar Wright reinvented it with Baby Driver. And, of course, Marvel Studios keeps doing Marvel Studios things.
Seven months into the (real world) year, there’s been a lot to talk about, including surprises and things that turned out exactly the way we thought they would. Here’s just a brief recap.
Expectation: Logan a new kind of superhero film
If there’s one thing that hit the mark and, for the most part, met the immense amounts of hype that was built up for it, it’s Logan.
Ever since the first footage and trailer last year – which showed us that Hugh Jackman’s last turn as the iconic X-Man was going to be more of a grounded character study than perhaps any other comic book movie before it – fans were expecting a franchise gem from Jackman and director James Mangold.
For the most part, it delivered. (Read my complete thoughts on it here.) Jackman’s performance was compelling, the merciless embrace of the R-rating bloody satisfying and the ending ultimately fitting.
Not surprisingly, many fanboys have taken upon themselves to place Logan in the conversation for best comic book movie ever. At the very least, it represents the genre’s best chance at a Best Picture nomination since The Dark Knight.
Surprise: The rebirth of the spring movie season
Normally, February to April is considered a landfill of sorts for some of the worst movies. The only franchise that consistently profits from releasing entries during that span is the Fast and Furious movies.
Otherwise, it’s mostly spent waiting for May.
Not this year, though. In 2017, many studios decided to take a risk and release new movies during the spring when they otherwise might fill more seats in the summer. The first few months of this year saw the releases of Get Out, Logan, The Lego Batman Movie, John Wick: Chapter 2, Beauty and the Beast, Split and Life.
And those were just the hits. Audiences also got A Cure for Wellness, Ghost in the Shell, Power Rangers and The Great Wall – movies that weren’t as successful but would have almost certainly been even more dead-on-arrival had they released during a busier summer movie season.
It was a welcome migration for studios to realize the potential of a spring movie season where box office royalty is up for grabs.
And not just profit, but award season potential as well. Zootopia, Ex Machina and The Grand Budapest Hotel represent recent spring releases that were able to sustain buzz all through the year en route to Oscar nominations and even wins.
Anyone else notice that 2017 has been way above average for film so far? Get Out, Logan, Baby Driver & Dunkirk are like all timers already
Whether 2017 is an outlier with the blossoming of the spring movie season remains to be seen, but at least in the short term it was a foreshadowing for the decidedly above-average year for film that 2017 would continue to be through the summer (and hopefully through its second half).
Speaking of summer…
Expectation: Wonder Woman is a success
You would have been on the money predicting that Wonder Woman would have been a hit with audiences and critics based on the fact alone that Zack Snyder isn’t involved.
The Amazonian superhero’s big screen debut as a cameo in last year’s dreary Batman v. Superman was easily the highlight of its bloated plot. And it’s impossible to ignore that 2017 is just about the perfect time for a genre standard-busting female hero to make waves in Hollywood.
And that’s just what it did upon its release. Buoyed by strong to quite strong direction at the hands of Patty Jenkins, a much more engaging premise than any other DCEU offering thus far and a Snyder-less action aesthetic, Wonder Woman not only got the stamp of approval from critics (92% on Rotten Tomatoes) but also wooed audiences (droves of them), to the tune of a $103 million opening weekend.
A wonder, indeed.
Surprise: Wonder Woman is the most successful movie of the summer
And, as it turns out, the biggest wonder of the summer.
While many would have predicted the film to be the DCEU’s biggest success story so far, most (including yours truly) would not have thought it had a chance at besting the likes of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Spider-Man: Homecoming, the latest Transformers movie or even perhaps Despicable Me 3 as THE bonafide hit of the summer.
But that’s exactly what’s happening as the summer movie season winds down, with Wonder Woman having officially grossed more domestically than all of those listed, a crown it will most likely retain through the next month.
The main reason for its success: Remarkable word-of-mouth. While most blockbusters will drop off by 50 to 60 percent or more after opening weekend, Wonder Woman has dropped off by no more than 43 percent in every ensuing weekend since its release.
By the beginning of July – a month after the film opened – it was still earning nearly $16 million over the weekend. By comparison, BvS earned a meager $5.5 million a month after its release. An immense 70 percent dropoff in that film’s second weekend didn’t help its financial longevity, and signified that the hype that was built up for it wasn’t being met, and moviegoers should spend their money elsewhere.
With Wonder Woman, it’s the opposite. Now the top-grossing female-directed action movie ever, it’s already raked in nearly $70 million more than the entire run of BvS (while costing half as much to make) and even has DC brass rethinking who the real leader of Justice League is.
Every year it seems like we get a Marvel film (or two, or three) that is worthy of being called one of the best offerings from the studio to date.
And then you sit to actually think about it, and eventually remember, “Wait. Well, there is the first Iron Man which is still quality nearly 10 years later…the original Avengers is solid as well, as is the first Guardians…every Cap movie also deserves consideration…”
Aside from Thor: The Dark World, Marvel Studios has been reaching Pixar-like levels of consistency for the last decade…and they’re putting out twice as much content.
This summer, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 set the summer in motion in May, a supremely enjoyable piece of film that, while not as memorable as the first and a tad overlong, pushed all the right buttons and, at the very least, met the expectations of most who bought a ticket.
Later, we got the latest reincarnation of Spider-Man in Tom Holland, finally in the hands of Marvel, which understands the character much better than Sony ever did. While its action may not have been as inventive as some set pieces from the franchise’s Toby Maguire days, the movies’ John Hughes vibe and focus on Peter Parker as a vulnerable yet confident superhero youngster hit the bullseye.
Even those weary of Spidey flicks would have to admit the film provides a new standard for villains in the MCU with Michael Keaton’s sympathetic Vulture, who yearns not for world domination, but rather to provide for his family.
The beat goes on for both movies critically and financially – Guardians sits at 82 percent, Spidey at 92 percent on RT; both have expectedly brought in big bucks so far – as the MCU inches closer to what it’s been working towards all these years: the final showdown with Thanos in Infinity War, featuring a cast so big it will make Joss Whedon pulling off Avengers look like a walk through destroyed New York City.
Before that, though: the third Thor entry, which already looks like the best of his respective films, this November, and The Black Panther next spring.
Surprise: Franchise fatigue becomes an epidemic
Compared to other studio tentpoles that have been relied on for years for their box office pull, Marvel is establishing an increasingly remarkable consistency for staying the course with audiences.
Other franchises, though, not so much.
For one, there’s the fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie, a brand that hasn’t been relevant in cinemas for nearly 10 years yet ceases to die. In May, not even the talents of Oscar winner Javier Bardem could entice audiences.
So far, it’s grossing a franchise-worst $171 million domestically, the surest sign yet that it’s time for Captain Jack Sparrow to hang it up for good and ride off into the sunset with his rum bottle in hand.
Then, a month later, turnout for Transformers: The Last Knight reflected its critical reception, as audiences seem to finally be getting tired of the overlong, overblown mindlessness from Michael Bay that has less substance than an episode of Family Feud.
The Last Knight grossed just $44.7 million in its opening weekend while garnering an ugly 14 percent on RT, and it doesn’t seem like it will sniff the $244.5 million domestic run of the previous entry in the franchise…also currently its lowest-grossing.
Other sequels that studios were probably relying to bring in much more than they did: Cars 3, Alien: Covenant, Underworld: Blood Wars and the final chapter of the Resident Evil franchise.
The Mummy and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword also proved that audiences aren’t flocking to familiar stories, and showed industry higher-ups that if they feel their movie really needs two titles, that may already be an indicator of how much moviegoers will care.
The bright side to less money for Hollywood? Instead of seeing familiar stories, audiences are instead going to new ones.
Get Out¸ perhaps the most original movie of the year so far, is the ninth-highest grossing film of 2017, making over $175 million on a meager $5 million budget. (Check out what I thought of the movie here.) In the process it’s catapulted Jordan Peele onto the list of most sought-after directors.
Baby Driver, Edgar Wright’s action heist musical, continues to be the surprise hit of the summer, growing $20.5 million in its opening weekend, a figure that itself nearly eclipses the entire theatrical runs of each of the auteur’s previous films. It’s in the top 20 for highest grossing films of 2017 so far.
And Dunkirk – the film many are calling director Christopher Nolan’s masterpiece but ostensibly lacking a premise as enticing as Interstellar, Inception and his Dark Knight movies – beat most box office estimates on its opening weekend, grossing over $50 million. It’s a remarkable figure for a WWII film, a genre that hasn’t seen a movie gross that much in its release since 2001’s Pearl Harbor, unless you include the first Captain America.
Original films are only going to continue to be made based on how much audiences show they have a desire for them, so in that regard 2017 may be showing the brightest signs yet for aspiring filmmakers.
Below is the list of the top 20 grossing films, as of July 29.
Beauty and the Beast/$504 million (total domestic gross)/ $174.8 million (opening weekend gross)
Wonder Woman / $392.9 million / $103.3 million
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 / $387.6 million / $146.5 million
Spider-Man: Homecoming / $268.8 million / $117 million
Logan / $226.3 million / $88.4 million
The Fate of the Furious / $225.8 million / $98.8 million
Despicable Me 3 / $225 million / $72.4 million
The Lego Batman Movie / $175.8 million / $53 million
Get Out / $175.5 million / $33.4 million
The Boss Baby / $174.6 million / $50.2 million
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales / $170.1 million / $63 million
Kong: Skull Island / $168 million / $61 million
Cars 3 / $145.7 million / $53.7 million
Split / $138.1 million / $40 million
Transformers: The Last Knight / $128.4 million / $44.7 million
Fifty Shades Darker / $114.4 million / $46.6 million
War for the Planet of the Apes / $111.3 million / $56.3 million
John Wick: Chapter Two / $92 million / $30.4 million
Baby Driver / $89.2 million / $20.5 million
Power Rangers / $85.4 million / $40.3 million
Expectation: Emojis make horrid movie fare
Sitting at a whopping 6 percent on RT, The Emoji Movie is easily the worst wide-release film of the year, and will certainly be up for the wrong kind of award buzz at the Razzies.
Audiences go to movies to escape, and that includes a break from the social media obsession pervading our culture. To try and create a commentary on that using the type of digital lingo we go to the theater to avoid was never going to be a success.