While nothing will beat last year’s list, we did at least have more contenders for overrated film of 2015. After several hours of examination, I have left Furious Max’s Madcap Road Trip, part IV off the list of those badly in need of derision, but you’re on notice, pal.
Let’s get to it.
This attractive li’l smilefest appeals most to two different types of people: 1) those who love movies, but hate all that conflict stuff and 2) folks who have convinced themselves that immigration to the United States is no biggie.
You couldn’t be more out-of-step with the culture and times we live in. Shame on you, Academy.
Speaking of films without conflict …there is just nothing
so delightful as old people who don’t suck, huh? Isn’t it great when grandpa doesn’t smell, act dotty, rant, or behave like a prick? Isn’t it great when he’s energetic, not forgetful and embraces all new technology? Furthermore, isn’t it just so wonderful when he’s healthy, eager to please, has no trouble with a thirty-year-old boss and gets along with all the fellas at work?
Yeah, that’s a fantasy. Old people can be wonderful, but their limitations are far more obvious than those of their millennial peers; it’s embarrassing you felt the need to describe an old person adjusting to a young world and ignored all that.
Seeing the cult popularity of this tabloid outtake, I am left aghast that we as a society have been so cruel to Bubble Boy pictures. Room is reality TV gone rancid.
Are we now required to make a big deal out of every time David O. Russell, Jennifer Lawrence, Bradley Cooper and Robert DeNiro get together? This was an August 
release and somebody should have made that happen before it got out of hand. Don’t parade Joy around on Christmas Day like you expect Oscar to come down the chimney.
She’s gay. Big deal.
I can’t act. I can’t direct. I’ve never written a screenplay. I barely know the ends of a camera. And there are a lot of technical details about film that I really have no idea about.
But given $1M and five years, I guarantee I could come up with a better animated film than Anomalisa.
Pixar lays a fossilized egg.
A screenplay about a writer writing about a writer writing about writing. This is as self-aggrandizing as it gets, folks.
Remember when Bond movies used to be fun?
Immortal girl ends up dating the son of an old flame. And it’s
not like the old man went anywhere. Yeah, I can’t begin to describe where my issues start with that premise.
