He’s Styrofoaming at the Mouth. He’s the…
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Week of January 27, 2012
Knock on plastic. First up…
Real Steel
The worst thing about robot boxers is their inability to grasp the concept of “taking a dive” without self-destructing.
Fortunately, the pubescent manager of the steel-plated pugilist in this sci-fi movie has got too much integrity for bribes.
Following his mother’s death Max (Dakota Goyo) becomes the ward of his affluent aunt (Hope Davis).
But with a vacation on the horizon, she must bribe his father, an ex-boxer (Hugh Jackman), to safeguard him until her return.
Under his supervision, Max recuperates a robot, which he and his dad enter into bouts.
On the eve of their title shot, however, Max is removed from the event after his dad’s creditors come looking for their cut.
In spite of its cheesy lines and flamboyant bouts, Real Steel has real heart underneath its steely exterior.
And while watching boxing with your absentee father can be healing, beating him up would be more rewarding. 0
50/50
An individual using his or her terminal illness in order to get a date is as repugnant as someone using Match.com to get one.
But that hasn’t stopped the young sufferer in this dramedy from using pity to get into girls pants.
Adam’s (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) world crumbles when he receives word that his chronic back pain is actually the result of cancer.
Unable to deal with his recovery, his girlfriend (Bryce Dallas Howard) dumps him, leaving only his friend Kyle (Seth Rogen) to lean on during his chemotherapy.
To help his emotional state, Adam starts seeing a novice therapist (Anna Kendrick), at the same time he re-enters the dating scene, both of which beget awkward situations.
An upfront depiction of the devastating disorder, 50/50 eases the disease’s depressing disposition with brash comedy and incessant optimism.
Incidentally, cancer is particularly tragic for single men, since single women already dislike bald guys. 0
***Custody Battle of the Century***
The Champ
The best thing about having your kid in your corner during a boxing match is that you can use them as a shield if your opponent is too strong.
And while the father of the boy in this drama would never do anything that horrendous to his son, his mother sure would.
Raised on the road by his father Billy (Jon Voight), a third-rate boxer, T.J. (Ricky Schroder) is caught off-guard when his absentee mother, Annie (Faye Dunaway), reenters their lives.
Re-married, with the means to provide T.J. with a future beyond seedy bouts in broke down honky-tonks, Annie’s interference inspires Billy to commence training for his imminent return to the ring.
A candid portrayal of paternal love, The Champ delivers uplifting uppercuts and rousing right-hooks directly to your soft spot.
Besides, boxers make for perfect parents; thanks to their concussions, they’re at roughly the same stage of brain development.
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