I was thrilled to watch Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, the latest chapter of a true rarity -- a big-budget summer franchise imbued not only with cutting-edge visual effects, but with a tremendous amount of soul and thought. But unfortunately, there were so many missed opportunities in Dawn that I left feeling disappointed.
Fed Up, which is executive produced and narrated by Katie Couric, begins much like a horror movie, as a montage of TV news anchors breathlessly describe a lethal affliction infecting millions of Americans across the country, sowing illness and death for increasing numbers of men, women, and children.
Mark Burnett's Jesus movie Son of God clocks in at two hours and 18 minutes. But director Lars Von Trier knows that if you want to tell a story about someone important, like a nymphomaniac, you're going to need more time, which is why his Nymph()maniac is made up of two films with a combined running time of four hours.
Do acts of bravery by the Taliban deserve movies celebrating, honoring, and fetishizing them? Are they also heroes? Or, when it comes to non-Americans, do we hold those fighters to a different standard, now claiming that context really does matter? Watching a movie like Lone Survivor, I can't help thinking about issues like these.