While only tangential to a discussion of director J.C. Chandor’s “All Is Lost,” it occurs that we are a species of comparers. To wit, the question most asked of your humble auditor this week: Whose performance is better, Robert Redford as a yachtsmen adrift in the Indian Ocean in this movie, or Sandra Bullock as the lost-in-space medical officer in “Gravity?”
If you find yourself smiling, chuckling and even guffawing at the antics of the four old pals who gather for a bachelor party, wedding and reunion in director Jon Turteltaub’s “Last Vegas,” you’re probably giving away your age. But don’t worry. To coin a phrase, what happens in “Last Vegas” stays in “Last Vegas.” Get used to it. Odds are good that before the Baby Boomers all go to that Woodstock in the sky there will be many an homage to their cluster.
“The Counselor,” director Ridley Scott’s awkwardly convoluted, displeasuring homage to the dark side of humanity, sent me back to the scene of an embarrassing literary faux pas, sophomore year in high school. Disenchanted with John O’Hara’s collection of short stories, “Pipe Night,” I informed in my book review that it was ennuous.
As you view the tragic story of teenager Carrie White, emotively portrayed by Chloë Grace Moretz, odds are your hard drive will recall a shameful instance of victimization that took place at your own high school. Mr. King has made Carrie the poster child for this cruel depravity, his narrative ostensibly a contemporary folk-horror known to most, replete with extravagantly punishing moral lesson.