Another lackluster weekend. This summer is heading toward being the worst in my memory. Is there any film out there that could save this summer? Suicide Squad?
The best-reviewed and likely box office champ this weeekend is The Secret Life of Pets (61), an animated film getting decent reviews, but the animation looks a little crude for a feature film. I’d see it if I had kids, but I don’t, so I’ll pass. A. O. Scott: “The Secret Life of Pets is adequate animated entertainment, amusing while it lasts but not especially memorable except as a catalog of compromises and missed opportunities.”
In the movies for bros department, we have Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates, (50) another film wasting the talent of Anna Kendrick. Except for Me and Orson Welles, has Zac Efron ever made a good movie? Todd McCarthy: Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates rates medium on the grossness scale (an all-body, pre-marital naked-Indian-guru-administered massage for the bride with a happy ending, anyone?), and pretty high in crude talk. But it’s kind of a dud when it comes to endurance and imaginative moves.”
The one movie I might see if boredom sets in is Our Kind of Traitor (57), an adaptation of a John LeCarre novel, starring Ewan McGregor. In summer I gravitate toward films that provide at least a spark of intelligence. Dan Jolin: “A lesser entry in the LeCarré Cinematic Universe, though Damian Lewis and Stellan Skarsgård rescue it from complete blandness.”