Brief reviews of a bunch of movies I’ve seen

Our man IanBinMD suggested a while back that I do a movie-review segment on this blog called Rotten Tedmatoes, which I thought was pretty hilarious but never pursued. I see a ton of movies, but I’m never moved to write that much about them, in part because the way I feel about a movie often depends on the way the movie ends and it’s bad form to say how a movie ends in a movie review (SPOILER ALERT).

But since it’s a slow day around these parts and I’ve seen a bunch of movies that are currently in theaters, here are some very short reviews of those movies. I’ll do the ratings based on a five-star system, with no stars meaning they’re about as good as An American Tail 2: Fievel Goes West and five stars meaning they’re about as good as The Big Lebowski.

Mission: Impossible — Ghost Protocol. This movie had a plot about a madman trying to destroy the world and another madman trying to stop him. Tom Cruise is totally believable as the second madman, in part because Tom Cruise is now so transparently crazy that it would be impossible for him to play a sane person. Actually, I’m not even sure his character in the movie was supposed to be all that crazy, but it read that way and it worked, for all that it mattered.

It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was the ridiculous, over-the-top, utterly awesome action in this movie, a lot of which was set above the 100th floor of the Burj Khalifa — and felt like it, to director Brad Bird’s credit. I think I’ve now seen every Mission: Impossible movie and forgotten nearly all of them. Most of this one will probably fade, too, but it was pretty thrilling to watch for the entire 133-minute running time. Also, it has Sawyer from Lost in a small role. Gains 1/2 star because “Ghost Protocol” is hilarious. 3.5 stars.

Young Adult: I don’t know why I had such high hopes for this movie. I’ve been following Charlize Theron’s career since I was 16 and saw her in the Jeff Daniels/Kramer vehicle Trial and Error and thought she was about as beautiful as a human being could possibly be, and I read somewhere that this would be a breakout role for her (though I thought that came in Monster, but whatever).

In any case, this movie was not very good. It was like someone saw Garden State and decided it should have been slower paced and more self-indulgent, and featuring a less sympathetic lead character. It was at least vaguely interesting in that it wasn’t like most movies — from beginning to end, really — but too often it felt like it was trying to be quirky or artsy for the sake of quirky artsyness. Patton Oswalt is great in it, though. 1.5 stars.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy: I don’t want to give too much away here so I’m going to tread lightly. And this movie was pretty gripping throughout regardless of its conclusion. But you might want to skip this next part if you intend to see this movie sometime soon (SPOILER ALERT, in other words).

When you’re watching a whodunit type movie and there’s one suspect who is either a) given way more screentime than the others or b) played by a much more prominent actor, the payoff’s going to be really disappointing either way. If that’s the bad guy, then, well, duh, of course that’s the bad guy. If that guy was just a red herring, then why’d you waste so much of my time when it turns out the bad guy is just some rando who’s also at the conference table?

More than anything, this movie made me suspect that the book version of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy was awesome and that I probably should have checked that out before seeing the movie. 3 stars.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: Like Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, another movie based on a book I never read. And while watching it, you could kind of figure out which plot points were bigger deals in the book and which might be important in the sequel and which they probably could have left out of the movie and still kept the story cohesive.

In any case, this movie was sweet. The actual girl with the dragon tattoo turns out to be a total badass, and Daniel Craig is pretty cool also. There’s way more suspense than there is action, but the way the tension builds throughout the movie means by the time there is some action, your heart is pounding harder than it did when Tom Cruise was running down the side of the Burj Khalifa. Also, Trent Reznor’s score is perfectly Trent Reznory. You should probably see this movie. 4 stars.

Omar comin’

The Mets signed Omar Quintanilla to a Minor League contract today, according to ESPNNewYork.com.

The team has been linked in rumors to light-hitting middle infielders like Jack Wilson and Ronny Cedeno, and I was actually plotting a post about that supposed pursuit.

The Mets should be pursuing a good-gloved backup middle infielder. Even if you’re excited about Daniel Murphy’s ability to eventually handle second base, you must recognize the reasons for skepticism: Very few players have successfully made mid-career shifts to tougher defensive position, and Murphy has endured season-ending injuries at the keystone in consecutive seasons.

Plus, young Ruben Tejada is hardly a known quantity at shortstop and Justin Turner isn’t the world’s rangiest backup middle infielder, so it would behoove the Mets to find a suitable glove man as a hedge in case any one of the three falters.

What’s frustrating about the Wilson and Cedeno rumors is that neither can hit even a little. But then I suppose if there were a good-fielding middle infielder available on the free-agent market who could hit even a little, he’d a) be looking for a starting job and b) be too rich for the Mets’ tastes.

Quintanilla spent parts of five seasons with the Rockies from 2005-09, during which he posted offensive numbers that made the Colorado faithful yearn for the days of Neifi Perez. The guy has been Rafael Belliard bad at the plate in his Major League career, rocking a stunning .213/.268/.284 line. Rockies fan Ted Burke reports Quintanilla always looked solid defensively, which you’d have to assume given the “production.”

The small, pathetic glimmer of Mets-fan hope to Quintanilla’s offense rests with the fact that he’s never been nearly so awful in the Minors. His numbers have been bolstered by some very favorable hitting environments, but he has a career .308/.370/.445 line on the farm. His .298/.369/.452 line at Round Rock in 2011 was a touch better than league average for the ridiculous Pacific Coast League, but the ol’ MiLB equivalency calculator doesn’t seem to be functioning right now. Also, for what it’s worth: He hits left-handed.

If I had to guess, I’d bet Quintanilla’s signing is for Minor League depth — someone to make fancy plays behind Matt Harvey and join the Mets only in case of emergency. But then it wouldn’t be surprising at all if he outhit Jack Wilson at whatever level in 2012, so if it comes down to signing Wilson for some non-zero sum or using Quintanilla in that role with fingers crossed…

Oh man. The 2012 Mets, huh?

And we’re back

A very happy New Year to you and yours. I’m up and running here at 75 Rockefeller Plaza, trying not to think about the Jets’ awful effort on Sunday.

I can’t imagine anyone really wants to hear about that by now, plus since the Titans won anyway it doesn’t really matter, but since it’s on my mind and I’m still trying to clear my head of all the pork and fried food (note: not mutually exclusive categories)  I ate this week, real quick:

Santonio Holmes embarrassed himself, and benching Holmes was probably the best decision Brian Schottenheimer made all season. Y’all must know by now I’m not much for sanctimony when it comes to player behavior, but sulking about your individual opportunities has no place on a football field when a team is playing for its life, or, really, any other time.

Selfishness in baseball is fine about 95% of the time. A player working to pad his own stats — whatever that means — is going to work to get hits and home runs, and if that means occasionally eschewing sacrifice bunts and small-ball tactics it might not win him favors on the bench or in the clubhouse but it doesn’t seem likely to do his club much damage in the long run. This we’ve discussed.

Football requires 11 men operating in unison, and one squeaky, whiny wheel demanding oil can gum up the whole machine. Or something.

And not that it matters. The Jets’ engine never really ran optimally this season, and Holmes is hardly the only one to blame. Schottenheimer’s playcalling was as predictable and plodding as the inexorable march of time. Mark Sanchez spent most of the season looking somewhere between timid and terrified in the pocket, partly due to some woeful play from his offensive line, partly due perhaps to his own inability to throw the ball downfield with any professional accuracy.

But if for some masochistic reason I ever choose to look back on the Jets’ 2011 campaign, once full of hype and hope and hoopla, the lasting memory will be Holmes getting shoved out of the huddle by his own teammates: the embodiment of an offense gone awry and of Rex Ryan’s too-often misplaced faith in his players contradicted with empirical evidence.

True story: I twice fought with teammates during high-school football games. For whatever reason — and as sad as this is to admit — high-school football was about the only thing I’ve ever taken seriously, and it made me something of a red-ass on the field and in practice. The first time, a receiver I believed to be stoned was laughing on the sideline during a lopsided loss, and I overreacted. I was frustrated; it was the worst game of my football career.

The second time, a tailback who had spent most of the season suspended returned only to complain about the blocking in front of him, then taunted an offensive lineman with a speech impediment in the huddle. I lost it and shoved him off the field, then got into it with him again on the sideline later.

If I remember correctly we actually won that game — a rarity — but none of that matters now. I mention both those anecdotes only because I had figured that for the most part, guys with those type of attitude issues are weeded out long before they hit the pros — if only because the amount of work that must go into maintaining an NFL career seems likely to deter anyone who couldn’t even maintain decorum in high school games. But I guess assuming that is ignoring ample evidence to the contrary. Exhibit A: Santonio Holmes.

Whatever. Whatever, whatever. It’s depressing and I don’t really want to think about it anymore. Same old Jets, I guess is the point.

How ’bout them Hoyas?

Top Thing of 2011: This happening

So this is silly, yeah. And maybe it lacks the majesty of a 460-foot Carlos Beltran home run or the deliciousness of chicken-fried steak or the importance of humanity’s continued existence. But you’d be hard-pressed to convince me it’s not the best thing that happened in the calendar year 2011.

And look: Mocking Gloria Allred’s press conference in response to Roger McDowell’s homophobic comments does not excuse those comments. The dude griping has a rightful gripe: McDowell’s behavior has no place at a baseball game — or anywhere, really — and kids absolutely do belong at a baseball park no matter what Roger McDowell says.

But if you really think your daughters were traumatized by the sight of the Atlanta Braves’ pitching coach simulating sex with a baseball bat, there’s just no way you can argue they’re not going to be exponentially more traumatized by being videotaped (in matching clothes) watching their own father do the exact same thing, only this time presumably more dramatically and methodically, and now a two-person effort perpetrated by some woman who is not their mother.

This is one of those Dick-Cheney-shot-a-guy, Derek-Jeter’s-giftbasket things where you can riff on it for months and never make a joke funnier than the primary source material. Are we absolutely certain this wasn’t Gloria Allred’s Funny or Die debut?

You can watch the whole thing if you need context but it really gets steamy around 1:50. My favorite part is when she goes back for more:

Top Thing of 2011 No. 2: Reyes and Beltran, June

It’s funny or ironic or at the very least interesting that Carlos Beltran’s too-often controversial tenure in Flushing ended with such a universal lovefest. Beltran stayed healthy and productive for the first four months of 2011, got traded to San Francisco before the deadline in a deal everyone knew was necessary, earned praise for his leadership all year and bought his teammates dinner on his way out, and, in a final flourish, returned from the Giants the promising right-hander Zack Wheeler, who now ranks among the Mets’ top prospects.

And the positivity surrounding Beltran’s departure especially stands out in juxtaposition with the way the Jose Reyes Era ended in Flushing. Reyes spent large swatches of July and August on the disabled list, returned in September looking tentative on the basepaths, earned talk-radio vitriol by bunting his way to a batting title then asking out of what would be his final game as a Met, and finally shed his Mets blue and orange for the Marlins’ weird sherbet in December in a he-said they-said drama fraught with speculations, allegations and 20/10 hindsight.

But neither exit ranks anywhere near the top 10 things that happened in 2011, so for the purposes of this exercise I must put them aside and focus instead on the awesome things Reyes and Beltran did when they carried the Mets through the month of June.

Reyes was spectacular for that stretch, hitting .385 with a .425 on-base percentage and a .598 slugging. He played the way we always suspected he could if everything went right for him, someplace even above the superstar level he established from 2006-2008: churning out triples, stealing bases, gunning down runners from deep in the hole. It was an amazing spectacle, one you no doubt can still remember if you can block out the image of him in that stupid Marlins jersey, and one I (and many others) wrote about at great lengths at the time.

Beltran was merely regular old Carlos Beltran that month, posting a modest (by his standards) .286/.377/.467 line but, thanks in part to Reyes’ explosion, driving in 26 runs in 27 games. In truth, Beltran performed better in May and July, but I’m using his solid June here to stand-in for his strong final campaign with the Mets.

Because it was in June that the Mets, without Ike Davis or David Wright or any evidence of a frontline starter on the roster, managed a 16-11 record on the strength of 5.5 runs per game from their offense. And 16-11 is hardly a playoff pace (UPDATE: yes it is), mind you, plus one month is a tiny sample and the run totals were bolstered by an absurd four-game outburst and a bunch of role players playing above their heads.

But it was that month, with Reyes and Beltran healthy and playing the way they were, that you could squint at the Mets and dream on them, even if it was often a hopeless dream full of ifs and buts. “If only Wright could…” “What if Davis hadn’t…” “And imagine if Santana…”

It was fun. It was fun to watch, and — for me at least — it was fun in some pathetic way to consider all the better ways it could have played out for the last vestiges of the Mets’ last good team if too much hadn’t been lost to mishandled injuries and mismanaged rosters.

But more than anything, it’s thrilling to see two superstars playing superstar baseball for your favorite baseball team, regardless of that team’s place in the standings. And while great teams can be constructed without multiple capital-s Superstars, and while we can search for and probably find some silver linings in the maelstrom of black clouds swirling around the Mets these days, the truth is it’s probably going to be a while before we see anything like Reyes and Beltran going full-tilt in the same lineup again.

Top Thing of 2011 No. 3: Louis CK blows up

Sometimes, when people lament the lack of decent new music on the radio, they assert there’s no decent new music being made anywhere and suggest some societal reason for the problem. But that’s silly. There’s always good stuff being produced somewhere, and if at times the national spotlight never focuses on that good stuff, it says more about the distribution and consumption of media than it does of any systematic creative failure.

The same is certainly true in standup comedy. Louis CK has been doing this for a long time, no? He has always been funny. He has even had TV shows before. So while certainly he has honed his art and improved with time, I’d guess the fact that he’s now blowing up toward superstardom says as much about us as it does about him. And that probably speaks pretty well of humanity.

If you missed it, Louis CK released his most recent standup special through his website a few weeks ago. He charged only five dollars for it, made it easy to purchase even though he understood that would make it easy to pirate, and asked people to pay for it even though he realized there were plenty of ways to avoid doing so. A couple weeks later, he had brought in over a million dollars in sales — over a quarter of which he donated to charity.

The DIY ethic, the straightforwardness and the deep-seated decency highlighted by the experiment and its outcome all fit with Louis/Louie’s on-screen and on-stage persona: He’s the most lovable of losers, ever-frustrated with b.s., smart but often overwhelmed. And he often buries beneath several layers of hilarious cynicism some real hope, love and wonderment.

And I suspect Louis CK’s recent run of success implies that a lot of us identify with him these days. It’s a tough time to be a loser because it’s always a tough time to be a loser — that’s what being a loser means, after all.

But maybe all that has been done to expose the plight of the loser, plus the forums now available to all of us and the way Charlie Sheen has forever stigmatized “winning” combine to provide hope that we can overcome the various factors that keep us losers and harness our talents and the current zeitgeist to establish some sort of hour of the losers. It seems to be working for Louis CK, after all.

Top Thing of 2011 No. 4: New hope at Taco Bell

The fourth-best thing of 2011 hasn’t even really happened yet. Not in most markets, at least.

But earlier this month, Taco Bell executives announced that the restaurant chain would finally be rolling out the long-anticipated Doritos Loco Taco nationally and will begin introducing Firstmeal — the ever-elusive Taco Bell breakfast menu — in certain regions (though probably not this one, which is B.S.). Plus, they hinted at a forthcoming “Chef’s Signature” line, which, well… who really knows what that means?

It’s a confusing time, and maybe a little bit scary. Change is never easy. But I think this all spells good things for the future. We’re going to be able to taste new Taco Bell menu items soon, and if they’re anything like most previous Taco Bell menu items, they’re probably going to be delicious.

The taco shell itself is made from Doritos. How did no one think of this sooner?