Angels & Demons (trailer)
Director: Ron Howard (The Missing, Cinderella Man, The Da Vinci Code, Frost/Nixon)
Longtime readers will know that I’m not particularly a Ron Howard fan, but even still, I didn’t think The Da Vinci Code was all that bad. I can’t say that I’m really looking forward to this, but at the same time there’s no way it’ll be the worst movie of the summer, either, so no harm done as I see it.
Every Little Step (trailer)
Director: James D. Stern & Adam Del Seo (The Year of the Yao, …So Goes the Nation)
Documentary about the casting for the revival of “A Chorus Line.” I’ll admit, whenever I see the title, I don’t think of “A Chorus Line” – I think of Bobby Brown’s theme song from Ghostbusters II. And let’s face it, a Bobby Brown documentary wouldn’t be the most interesting thing in the world, but it would be more interesting than a documentary about the casting of “A Chorus Line.”
Director: Stephen Belber
Years from now, if there are still people watching and studying movies, people will be debating whether or not Jennifer Aniston had any genuine acting talent. She’s had kind of a weird career, having established herself on a sitcom, and since then doing very few movies that were notably good or notably bad. She seems to be someone famous that a lot of people like and who simply isn’t interested in being much more than that.
Rudo y Cursi (trailer)
Director: Carlos Cuarón
Sort of an unofficial follow-up to Y Tu Mamá También but with Carlos directing instead of his brother, Alfonso, who produces along with Guillermo del Toro and Alejandro González Iñárritu. Reviews are about what you’d expect from a kind-of-but-not-really sequel of this sort, i.e., unenthusiastically respectful.
Vivre Sa Vie
Director: Jean-Luc Godard (Contempt, Alphaville, Masculine-Feminine, 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her)
I’ve seen a few Godard films in my time – I count 6, I guess – and they tend to be pretty difficult for me. I’m just being honest here … I always get more out of films by his New Wave contemporaries than I do from his films. I know I’ll never be a real c–easte until I stop preferring Truffaut’s empathy and warmth to Godard’s arch disdain, and I’ll just have to live with that.
Metacritic: not listed