Inception. Wait for the backwards sequel, Inception Memento. It’ll all make sense.
Jack Goes Boating. A kitchen sink drama about unhappy everyday people, Jack had decent perfs, but too much screaming and facial hair.
Valentine’s Day. An all-star dreck-fest that I didn’t heart, especially when the florist gave away clients’ personal secrets.
Hereafter. Also known as Babel meets The Sixth Sense. Anyone believe Matt Damon as a guy who can connect with the dead as a result of a fabulous childhood brain trauma? Still, the tsunami scene was pretty intense and there was a good food-tasting bit.
Hemingway’s Garden of Eden. An inept, unsexy, tedious piece of crap for whom no bells tolled. It was the year’s absolute worst exercise in cinema except for…
Knucklehead. A WWE production billed as “a comedy”–and that was the only funny thing about it!
Here’s to tastier popcorn in ’11.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on December 30, 2010