The 34th Best Movie I Saw This Year: Everything Must Go

It would be easy to glance at the ranking of this review and say “oh, look, Will Ferrell trying to be serious. No wonder this movie didn’t work.” I imagine most readers have already moved on to the next thing (I’m digging into Twilight next if you want to scroll forward). But all those readers are wrong.

Well, maybe they’re not. There’s plenty of reasons to keep scrolling by. The quality of my writing, for one.

But they’d be wrong about Ferrell. The movie doesn’t fail because of him, the movie actually fails in spite of him. Ferrell is far and away the best part of this film – convincing, moving, interesting to watch. Ferrell is this film’s beating heart. It’s a pity the movie doesn’t have a pulse.

(see? What did I tell you about the quality of the writing?)

Ferrell plays a struggling alcoholic, fired from his job and thrown out of the house by his fed-up wife. She leaves all his belongings on the lawn, and with nothing else to do but sit, Ferrell refuses to leave, and instead holds a yard sale from his fraying armchair. It’s a fun concept that’s given absolutely no air by its writer-director, Dan Rush. The movie wanders slowly along, moved only by the watchability Ferrell gives the character. 

The rest of the movie is spotted with standard dull, indie-movie tropes: the pregnant young woman across the street who teaches him about responsibility (Rebecca Hall), the magic black kid down the road who reunites him with his lost sense of self (Notorious B.I.G.’s son), the best friend/sponsor who keeps swinging by to check up and it turns out is sleeping with his wife (Michael Pena, and yes I know that’s a spoiler but I don’t care because I don’t want you to watch this movie.).  Will Ferrell, no thespian, out-acts both Hall and Pena, both of whom are far more lost here than actors of their caliber have any right to be. The fault, I assume, doesn’t lie with them, but with Rush’s unimpressive script and mostly tepid direction. Even the big twist reveal at the end isn’t shocking so much as unnecessary – the people in the theater perked up with an irritated look that announced that they’d already given up on the movie and saw no need to be pulled back in by cheap tricks. 

When the movie finished, we all filed out in silence, the room thick with disappointment. Movie’s are supposed to be transportative. This one never moved off the front stoop.

The 35th Best Movie I Saw This Year: Red Riding Hood

We were in the waning hours of a friend’s birthday dinner, finishing up our drinks in a pub just down the road from the theater, when the question popped up.

“A few of us were thinking of going along to see Red Riding Hood, if you’d like to come along.”

I pondered the question for a moment.

“Am I allowed to make fun of it?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, I’ll go anyway, and just stay quiet.”

I lied. Of course I lied.

Red Riding Hood is a monumentally bad picture. That’s the truth, a bald fact. Indeed, words cannot really describe to you how bad this film is, though they’re certainly going to try.

Throughout the movie, I blabbered on in disbelief at the movie’s awfulness. I’d like to defend myself, but I can’t.  I couldn’t stop myself. I was physically incapable of holding my disbelief of the movie’s awfulness inside of myself.  The words spewed forth from me in a gushing torrent, even as my friend shushed me constantly. The movie was just too terrible to keep quiet. I wasn’t being sarcastic, or witty, or clever. I was just shocked.

“This movie is so bad.”
“Someone wrote this.”
“None of these people can act.”
“Can you believe how bad this is?”
“This guy is the worst actor I’ve ever seen.”

That was the one that finally got to my friend.

“Be quiet!” she hissed. “He’s so hot.”

Well, sure. And we’ve all been there with movies, content to turn our minds off and stare longingly at the screen. Why else would Jessica Alba be cast in anything? But even the most slack-jawed of us would end up having trouble here.

If you’ve seen the Twilight movies, you know that each of them features excruciatingly wooden acting, even from people we’ve seen better performances from elsewhere. This film – directed by Catherine Hardwicke, the director of the first and worst of those movies – shows why, exactly, that’s the case. As poorly directed as that film is, this film, somehow, is mishandled even worse.

Unless you, like me, enjoy a good movie gone wrong. Everything you could ever want in a bad movie is right here, glaring out from the screen at you. An update of a fairy tale, told in the hushed, forbidden-love tones of a tween drama? With lots of wide-eyed staring back and forth, and reluctant performances from character actors well aware that they deserve better? Top-notch.

Do you know who’s not very good in this movie? Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman. An actor who is good in everything. Even he missteps here, pitching his performance well beyond the range of any of the actors in the scenes with him (this may not be his fault).  My adoration for Amanda Seyfriend can’t hide that she’s even worse, her every line read impossibly overwrought. And that’s before we get to the two male leads in this awkward, Twilite-love triangle: Shiloh Fernanedez and Max Irons.

I understand that I am prone to hyperbole. I accept that. I acknowledge that you know this as well. But before I start throwing words around like “atrocious” and “black hole of despair,” I want you to watch this clip, so you can decide for yourself.

 

Right? Right? Right?

I dug back through my twitter feed and pulled up some of my best tweets from the day, as I frantically tried to funnel some of my stunned horror at the film’s awfulness in a different direction:

“Okay, fine. But if you’re the wolf, I’m gonna chop your head off.” “I would do the same to you.” Actual lines from Red Riding Hood.

More lines from Riding Hood. Girl: "I'm not like you. You're a killer." Wolf: "You're a killer too. Remember the rabbit?" Me: "SERIOUSLY?" 

“In Red Riding Hood, Gary Oldman puts an innocent, mentally disabled child in a torture device, announces "it's for the greater good," then kills the kid.”

During Riding Hood, Amanda Seyfried has a knife drawn, then hears the wolf growl behind her. She sheaths the knife. Worst. Instincts. Ever. 

I love the movies. I love going, and as much as I enjoy digging into a bad movie, I recognize that sometimes a movie’s just not my cup of tea. Someone out there is enjoying it, even when I’m not. The next few movies on this list are like that, though I feel my dismissiveness of them is justified. But Riding Hood is something out – a movie left in the wrong hands, where every beat feels off, every shot inadequately envisioned, every reaction less-than-honest. It feels like a waste of time for everyone involved, the viewer most of all.

Unless, like me, you love bad movies. Or drinking games. Then, I think you’ll enjoy yourself just fine.

 

The Annual End-of-the-Year Postathon

If you’re following me on Twitter (and why wouldn't you be?), you’re well aware that it’s been a busy few months for me. I made an attempt at doing National Novel Writing Month again this year, but had to quit midway through, as the book, like everything else in my life, got swallowed up by a short film I produced for our Christmas Eve services. Things descended to the point where I was pulling 22-hour days towards the end, so you can only imagine my relief to be on the other side of the holiday with some free time on my hands.

Last year, I decided to finish the year with a flurry of posts reviewing every movie I’d seen in theaters that year. It ended up being so much fun that I decided to have another go at it this year.

I’ve rated the twenty-six films I’ve already seen this year, and while I’m hoping to head out to see a few more of the Oscar nominees to sneak them into the list at some point, I’m confident enough that even they end up disappointing, they can’t possibly be bad enough to make it into the bottom section of this list.

That sentence ended up being quite a mouthful. No matter. Let’s begin.

I Am Second

We did a sermon series partnering with the I Am Second website this fall, and so I shot eight or nine interviews with church members before I left for India this summer. Since I was out of town - and out of hemisphere - the laborious editing process fell to others (some of the interviews took two to three hours). But the day before we showed one, I was asked to do an eleventh-hour re-edit to shorten and streamline one of my favorite interviews, a very friendly former drug addict named Aaron Best. I quite liked the finished product: 

We combined the "I Am Second" movement with a missions and local outreach push we called "We Are Second." We had a large display promoting the movement in our church lobby, and I pulled in my good friend Matt Robison for an interview about a local mission he does called "Mission At The Park." The video lacks all the strum und drang of the other I Am Second videos - but that's what I like about it. 

New Videos Up

I haven't updated the Works page in a while, but I finally found the time to weed out some of the older stuff and put in some more recent work.

There's a link to the "Building a Legacy" video I did with Brian when he left, some of the sermon bumpers that I've done, the most recent Reach video, the most recent UM Army video, highlights from a wedding that I did recently (if you're in to that sort of thing), and one of the I Am Second videos we did. 

Also, this, which I'm not sure if I ever posted or not. It's the Rules video from Edge Camp this year, and it came out fantastic.