Five years, eight months, 12 days and counting — that’s how long Debbie Ocean has been devising the biggest heist of her life. She knows what it’s going to take — a team of the best people in the field, starting with her partner-in-crime Lou Miller. Together, they recruit a crew of specialists, including jeweler Amita, street con Constance, suburban mom Tammy, hacker Nine Ball, and fashion designer Rose. Their target — a necklace that’s worth more than $150 million.
Nova was the videoly that we all wanted to read in the Sixties because every issue brought something new and relevant to our lives: extraordinary fashion by Molly Parkin; innovative layouts and photographs by Harri Peccinotti; articles about the Pill and our new sexual freedom and a different take on beauty, fashion and celebrity – for one incredibly complicated story, we revamped the Queen. Our editor, Dennis Hackett, always thought outside the box a
Everyone’s favorite family of superheroes is back in “Incredibles 2” – but this time Helen (voice of Holly Hunter) is in the spotlight, leaving Bob (voice of Craig T. Nelson) at home with Violet (voice of Sarah Vowell) and Dash (voice of Huck Milner) to navigate the day-to-day heroics of “normal” life. It’s a tough transistion for everyone, made tougher by the fact that the family is still unaware of baby Jack-Jack’s emerging superpowers. When a new villain hatches a brilliant and dangerous plot, the family and Frozone (voice of Samuel L. Jackson) must find a way to work together again—which is easier said than done, even when they’re all Incredible.
Our editor, Dennis Hackett, always thought outside the box always thought outside the – he once wanted to print the magazine back-to-front because he noticed women always started reading it at the end, but the bosses wouldn’t let him. It was as if days were gone by like anything and never came back.
Courage is a timid pink dog with paranoia problems. His owners are an old couple living on a farm full of bizarre adversaries. Courage must overcome his fear and help save his owners, Eustace and Muriel, from ghosts and paranormal spirits living on the farm. Although Muriel loves Courage, Eustace loves to tease him and scare him.
Our editor, Dennis Hackett, always thought outside the box always thought outside the – he once wanted to print the magazine back-to-front because he noticed women always started reading it at the end, but the bosses wouldn’t let him.
Imagine the United States as a suburban house for a minute.
In front would be its diplomatic living room, where tea is sipped and treaties are signed. On its metaphorical doors, windows and an electronic pad beeping in the foyer, you’d find its military security, capable of deterring and dealing with most intruders.
But in the backyard you’d find a dog—a Rottweiler, maybe—sporting a spiked collar and chained up for safety, barking, snarling, itching for a fight.
James Silva is that dog.
Silva belongs to a super-secret organization called Overwatch—the “third option” the United States turns to, Silva says, if the first (diplomacy) and the second (military intervention) don’t work. It’s comprised of two relatively small teams: Silva’s tactical unit moves on the ground, investigating threats, securing locations and killing whoever’s deemed necessary to eliminate. Overwatch’s strategic unit, often set up thousands of miles away, handles the support and coordination. Its eyes in the sky can detect aggressors miles before they reach Silva’s squad. And its skilled operators can hack into citywide grids, checking traffic patterns and changing stoplights as necessary.
Overwatch is the U.S.’s ace up its sleeve, reserve nitrous oxide in its engine. America very rarely uses Overwatch. But let’s face it: With the world as it is, the country needs every advantage it can get.
Especially in moments like this one.
The latest threat? A few dozen pounds of missing cesium-137, a dirty bomb’s best friend and a country’s worst enemy. The radioactive isotope is enough to pollute a handful of cities and kill tens of thousands of people.
One man, Li Noor, knows where the cesium is, but he’s not talking. Not yet, anyway.
A citizen of a tyrannical (and unnamed) Southeast Asian country, Li turns himself in to the U.S. embassy toting a high-tech disc that can, he says, indicate where the cesium is located. But the disc is locked, and he digitally wired the thing to eat its own information if the U.S. won’t meet his demands. Those are, admittedly, simple enough: He wants out of the country. Now.
The catch: the tyrannical Southeast Asian country wants Li, too. It’ll push to the brink of war to keep him. Perhaps past that brink.
Diplomacy won’t work. America can’t intervene militarily. No, it’s time for option three: taking Li to a forgotten landing strip 22 miles away, where a U.S. plane will be, theoretically, waiting. Silva and his team will need to resign from the governmental agencies they work for, giving the government a hint of plausible deniability should the operation go south. Everyone knows that the mission is dangerous. Reckless, even. But the costs of failure are just too high.
Time to let the dog off his leash.
Mark Wahlberg as James Silva; Lauren Cohan as Alice Kerr; Iko Uwais as Li Noor; John Malkovich as Bishop; Ronda Rousey as Sam Snow; Carlo Alban as William Douglas III; Natasha Goubskaya as Vera
August 17, 2018
Nova was the magazine that we all wanted to read in the Sixties because every issue brought something new and relevant to our lives: extraordinary fashion by Molly Parkin; innovative layouts and photographs by Harri Peccinotti; articles about the Pill and our new sexual freedom and a different take on beauty, fashion and celebrity – for one incredibly complicated story, we revamped the Queen.
The movie triumphantly breathes new life into the Hollywood rom-com.
I’m not sure any Hollywood romantic comedy has hit the big screen bearing more expectations than Crazy Rich Asians.It’s the first contemporary English-language Hollywood movie with an almost all-Asian cast in a quarter-century (the last was 1993’s The Joy Luck Club). And in risk-averse Hollywood, that means the film’s reception has huge implications for Asian and Asian-American actors and filmmakers in all kinds of genres.
That’s a lot of pressure for any film, but especially a romantic comedy — a genre that’s been sidelined for the past decade and is still considered less artistically important than prestige dramas or big-budget action movies.
Thankfully, all that pressure has pressed this film into a diamond: Directed by Jon M. Chu, Crazy Rich Asians is fun, funny, gorgeous, and swoon-worthy. It’s got a terrific cast, glamorous locations, witty jokes, and a story with a lot of heart. And on top of all that, it may actually succeed in proving to Hollywood that both Asian-centered stories and romantic comedies deserve much more attention.
Crazy Rich Asians is a full-steam-ahead romantic comedy with a setting Hollywood has often ignored
Crazy Rich Asians’ plot is a slimmed-down version of Kevin Kwan’s 2013 novel of the same name (which birthed a trilogy — hello, future film sequels), though it still crams a lot into its two-hour runtime. As adapted by Peter Chiarelli (The Proposal) and TV writer Adele Lim, the screenplay draws on some of the most beloved tropes of the romantic comedy. It’s got hints of Cinderella, which has provided a partial template for many a rom-com (Pretty Woman, Ever After, The Prince and Me, even the pretty terrible but much-watched Netflix movie A Christmas Prince).
There are hints of the lineage of Jane Austen here too — especially stories like Pride and Prejudice and Emma, which explore class in the midst of a swoony, clever romance. And those pieces share DNA with movies like Pretty in Pink, in which the spunky, self-assured heroine finds her own way in the world, and finds love in the process.
The result is a thoroughly recognizable romantic comedy, with many of the same tropes that rom-coms have used for decades. And yet it feels fresh too, because the story at its center is foreign territory for Hollywood both literally and figuratively. Rachel Chu (Constance Wu), a Chinese-American NYU economics professor, decides to spend spring break with her boyfriend Nick Young (Henry Golding), who’s going home to Singapore to be the best man in his friend’s wedding.
What Rachel doesn’t know is that Nick comes from a fabulously wealthy family, a thing she starts to realize when they’re ushered to their private suite on the airplane. But it soon becomes clear that his family and the social circle in which they move are far, far wealthier than anything she could have imagined.
Men have got more of a discerning eye. They appreciate cut and details, things that aren’t so obvious. They like things that have cachet and gentlemanliness. Elegance is not the prerogative of those who have just escaped from adolescence, but of those who have already taken possession of their future.
After the death of his father, T’Challa returns home to the African nation of Wakanda to take his rightful place as king. When a powerful enemy suddenly reappears, T’Challa’s mettle as king — and as Black Panther — gets tested when he’s drawn into a conflict that puts the fate of Wakanda and the entire world at risk. Faced with treachery and danger, the young king must rally his allies and release the full power of Black Panther to defeat his foes and secure the safety of his people.
Compared to companies in France, Italy and Germany, only a few luxury brands from Britain have scaled up to become global powerhouses, but there’s potential for more, argues Michael Ward.
You’ve heard of the story of Batman, right?
Sure you have: It’s the one about the young guy who saw his parents killed and then set off to hammer-and-tong himself into a crime-fighting weapon of brains and brawn.
Well, you could think of Riley North as a female version of that story. She was a loving and caring mom whose family was brutally murdered right before her eyes. One minute they were all enjoying ice cream cones together. The next they were riddled with bullets and lying in pools of blood in a gutter.
And even though Riley saw the street thugs who did it, and testified to that fact, the corrupt legal system let them all walk with evil grins on their lips.
So Riley steals a lot of money, spends five years abroad fighting in cage matches and comes back honed to sinewy perfection, ready to bash some bad-guy backside. What am I saying? She’s ready to butcher some bad guys. And that goes for the judge, the lawyers and anyone else involved with her family’s terrible miscarriage of justice. She’ll nail them to tables, blow out their brains, staple her wounds shut and come back for more.
Riley has no rules. No limits. No compunctions. She’s an unstoppable killing force who’s bloodier and nastier than any automatic rifle-wielding thug breathing. In fact, if you give her enough time, they won’t be breathing.
Now, if you’re thinking that Riley’s no-rules rage doesn’t sound very Batman-ish at all, well, I suppose you’d be correct. Then again, vigilante justice has gotten a lot nastier lately.
So, Riley might suggest that you simply get outta her way if you don’t want any of her bloody justice splashing on you.
It’s natural to feel righteous indignation on Riley’s behalf at the beginning of this film. She and her family members are struggling to make ends meet, but they’re also loving people who are just trying to do the right thing. Riley even refuses a cash bribe in order to follow a legal path to justice. After that righteous moment, however, all bets are off as Riley’s revenge reigns.
There’s one seasoned cop in the mix who wants to follow the law. He takes steps to help those in need. But even he gives in to justifying Riley’s brand of lawless murder by movie’s end.
Peppermint doesn’t shy from the bloodiness and gore of murder. Garcia and his heavily tattooed street thugs start things off by beating a man to a red pulp, lopping off his head with a machete (just offscreen) and riddling an innocent family of three with automatic weapon fire.
That said, most of the messy carnage here is perpetrated by Riley. She executes thugs with bullets to the forehead and temple. She blows out ankles, knees and skulls with shotgun blasts and snaps legs and arms with brutal kicks, punches and martial arts moves. Bodies of the dead are then hung up for the world to see as a grim warning to the bad guys she hasn’t tracked down … yet. Riley also uses automatic weapons, pistols, shotguns, knives, explosives and percussive grenades to rip, tear and detonate the flesh of everyone from gritty killers to crooked judges. Blood sprays across the scenery and flows freely from a variety of vicious-looking wounds.
Many of those wounds are on Riley’s body. She’s punched and battered by much larger men. We see her staple shut a gory gash on her thigh. She’s stabbed several times in the side by an ice pick (inflicting goopy wounds that the camera examines closely). And her face is often covered in crimson smears from any number of cuts and abrasions.
Elsewhere, a man’s hands get nailed to a table (off-camera). A female FBI agent is shot in the chest. Someone else is shot in the head and seemingly dies before being resuscitated. Several buildings erupt in enormous explosions. Baddies riddle vehicles with gunfire. Several children are threatened and/or killed.
We like to see “good guys” win at the movies. And that’s especially true when the hero battles someone really dastardly, such as a vicious drug kingpin, a victimizing bigwig, or an entrenched and corrupt legal system.
Revenge movies cater to that urge. You can look at everything from that standalone sheriff in High Noon to the heavy-hitting Batman flicks to the gun-packing old guy in a Death Wish film and see how for decades we moviegoers have been invited to cheer for anyone battling for right in the face of great wrong. And in this day and age, there are those who believe it’s particularly exciting if it’s a woman who’s able to stand up, wipe the blood from her lip and give back as much pain as she gets.
These revenge-based stories all appeal to a primal—albeit still-problematic—longing to dish out justice on our own terms … all things that Peppermint tries to exploit.
But in spite of the fact that actress Jennifer Garner works very hard as this pic’s gritty and determined lead, this is simply a … bad movie. And it’s badon every level.
For starters, Peppermint’s infatuation with gorily glorifying vengeance is rife with moral, legal, philsophical and theological problems. But it’s bad on other levels, too: This flick is a horribly written 102 minutes of bloodletting and spewed foul language. It is, truthfully, little more than cinematic self-flagulation.
So if you sit through all of Peppermint’s gory abuse, you’ll walk out with the realization that you were the one who suffered the most.
Jennifer Garner as Riley North; John Gallagher Jr. as Detective Stan Carmichael; John Ortiz as Detective Moises Beltran; Juan Pablo Raba as Diego Garcia; Cailey Fleming as Carly North
September 7, 2018
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Timmy Turner, a 10-year-old boy, has had it with his babysitter! He summons his fairy godparents who have the power to grant him wishes. Some of the wishes are really helpful, others don’t work out so well. Timmy’s godparents Wanda and Cosmo have ideas of their own and always lead Timmy on interesting adventures.
We look our best in subdued colors, sophisticated cuts, and a general air of sleek understatement. When I was young, I lived like an old woman, and when I got old, I had to live like a young person.
Sick, twisted and politically incorrect, the animated series features the adventures of the Griffin family. Endearingly ignorant Peter and his stay-at-home wife Lois reside in Quahog, R.I., and have three kids. Meg, the eldest child, is a social outcast, and teenage Chris is awkward and clueless when it comes to the opposite sex. The youngest, Stewie, is a genius baby bent on killing his mother and destroying the world. The talking dog, Brian, keeps Stewie in check while sipping martinis and sorting through his own life issues.