Tag Archives: Johnny Depp

Rango (2011)

For an animated film to thrive, it has to do something we haven’t seen an animated film do before. Back in the early aughts this was far simpler, as computer-generated animation was still novelty enough to stand more or less alone if needed. But as more and more studios get into the remarkably lucrative game of computer-animated flicks, we’re seeing more and more films that flirt with other themes and genres. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs was more screwball comedy then kid’s movie, and the Neil Gaiman-sourced Coraline has a very eery and enjoyable darkness to it. This movement away from the center has not been lost on director Gore Verbinski in his first film in five years that doesn’t have Pirates in the title: Rango.

Continue reading

The Tourist (2010)

What was the last Johnny Depp movie that got you really excited?  Or Angelina Jolie for that matter?  With Ol’ John there’s a glimmer of hope coming in the form of the Hunter S. Thompson adaptation The Rum Diary.  Certainly Depp recalling his Gonzo in any way is good news for us.  Other than that, it’s just a new trio of Pirates movies, yet another Tim Burton thing, and rumors regarding Kathryn Bigelow’s next flick.  Things are even bleaker for Angie, with a reprisal of her Kung Fu Panda Tigress on the horizon, and little else.  My point here isn’t so much to rip into these actors’ future endeavors as it is to call attention to the strange turn their careers have taken.  Towards the beginning of their respective careers, Deep and Jolie both built their legacies on talent.  They may have started out as beautiful faces, but with roles in films like Gia and Girl, Interrupted, Edward Scissorhands and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? they cemented respect from a critical audience.  And now it’s come to this.  The Tourist. Boringly predictable and occasionally incoherent, The Tourist gives Jolie and Depp the opportunity to spend some time in Venice, dress in overly elegant clothes, and be some mildly different version of their publicly banal selves.

Continue reading