There is a serious law of diminishing returns with these Night at the Museum films. The first one was cute, the second was okay and this third installment seems to be living out its own plot – losing the magic altogether.
The basic premise of all these films is there’s a magic tablet which, for some reason, when the sun goes down imbues non-living things with life. This isn’t a case of bringing things back from the dead (although that does happen), no, this is a case of anything around is suddenly moving. Continue reading
The more I think about it, the more I have a problem with the Ben Stiller remake of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Forget that it misses the point of Thurber’s original short story and isn’t as whimsical as the 1947 Danny Kaye/Virginia Mayo version, that’s not really what matters here. Instead, what matters is the overall message, and for me, that message sucks.
To back up a second…the plot centers around Walter Mitty, a middle aged, milquetoast of a man who escapes into an incredibly rich fantasy life, often causing him to lose contact for a brief period with whatever reality had inspired the fantastic hallucination to begin with. In various incarnations, what Mitty does and how he does it changes, but the basic premise remains the same. Continue reading