STARRING | JOEL COURTNEY, ELLE FANNING
DIRECTOR | J.J. ABRAMS
STUDIO | PARAMOUNT PICTURES
RELEASE | 11.22.11
I don’t care that it’s Spielberg and Abrams.
I don’t care what Roger Ebert or IMDB says.
To me, this movie will always represent filmmaking at its most cynical, offering nothing more than a reheated plate of Spielberg’s glory days to air conditioner-hungry audiences.
If everyone really wants to see the director’s take on “nostalgia” and “memories,” might I recommend a frolic in Hollywood Video?
I’m not going to lie: the trailer got me psyched, as any monster movie would. But then, as I saw the revamped, rehashed E.T. unfold before me this summer, it marked the second time I ever got royally pissed off in a movie theater (first: Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.) I felt like the two directors were laughing at me, making out on their pile of money as I watched half-assedness in full swing.
If two of Hollywood’s finest are going to come together on a movie, the least they could do is come up with something original.
“Nostalgia”? Get bent.