A Beautiful Maui – The Truth Behind Moana

On the surface, Moana is about a reluctant chief-in-training who struggles to rectify the expectations of her people with her own wants and dreams. Chief Tiu (Moana’s father) believes that no good can come from ever leaving their island paradise. Even when vital resources begin dwindling, Tiu remains firm in his convictions that all boats are evil, and while preserving his uncomfortable adoration of coconuts. Nevertheless, Moana embarks on an epic voyage to save Motunui, and does so with one of the very boats that enrage her father so. Thus, Moana restores life to her island and reinstates her people’s previous livelihood of voyaging the open seas. Continue reading “A Beautiful Maui – The Truth Behind Moana”


Beauty and the Beast – A Troublesome Viewing Experience

Beauty and the Beast is a Disney classic beloved by millions, including myself. I always identified with the quirky Belle and her love of books. It had been many years since I sat down and watched the movie in its entirety, but recently, it has replaced Frozen in my home. Thus, I now watch it on a daily basis, and, predictably, I have taken issue with some key details of the film. Continue reading “Beauty and the Beast – A Troublesome Viewing Experience”

11/22/63 – Don’t Ruin It, J.J. Abrams

The day is almost here. The day I’ve been awaiting for months and months and months. This Monday, 11/22/63 debuts on Hulu. I finished the novel for the second time last night, so I am fully prepared and cautiously optimistic that James Franco won’t ruin it. I’m also scared, as this mini-series will be treading on sacred ground. Stephen King is my favorite author, and 11/22/63 just so happens to be one of my favorite books of all time. That’s a lot of “favorites” in one sentence. Therefore, if JJ Abrams desecrates the book with the show, I will be very loudly airing my grievances here. Continue reading “11/22/63 – Don’t Ruin It, J.J. Abrams”

The Grief of Frozen

Since my child has entered toddlerhood, I’ve found that the majority of my time is spent watching Frozen. I’ve gone through the stages of grief several times over regarding the inevitable permanence of this film in my life. I’m not sure that this is what Dr. Kubler-Ross had in mind when she outlined the process, but it is entirely applicable to my mourning. Continue reading “The Grief of Frozen”

Point Break…not the new one

The ’90s were an amazing time in cinematic history. Let’s face it, filmmakers will never top the decade that gifted us with such treasures as The BodyguardCon Air, and Nell. Recently, I have mandated that movie nights in our home consist purely of films from this era. It makes for some good times. This is how I was introduced to Point Break. One of the more recent victims of the Hollywood trend to remake all that is sacred, the original Point Break stands on its own for a number of reasons. I have not seen the updated version, but I am here to tell you that I don’t need to. And neither do you. Continue reading “Point Break…not the new one”

A Defense of a Very Branagh Frankenstein

There have been a lot of Frankenstein adaptations made over the years, and every single one of them, with the exception of Young Frankenstein, is terrible. These films tend to have little in common with Mary Shelley’s 1818 novel asides from a re-animated creature and an overzealous creator. Pop culture has marred the story to the point that most people are unaware that there is actually no hunchbacked assistant and that Frankenstein is the name of the man, not the monster. Shelley’s story is a multi-faceted warning about the dangers of ambition and isolation, themes that tend to be overlooked by the big screen versions. That is, until one man stepped up to the plate. That’s right, I’m talking about Kenneth Branagh, who took Shelley’s themes to heart when he directed and starred in perhaps the most over-ambitions renditions of Frankenstein to ever exist. It’s not great. In fact, it’s pretty bad. The film itself manages to mirror the plight of the pitiful creature – scarred and ugly in appearance, but with some worthwhile traits beneath that gnarly surface. Here are five reasons why Branagh’s effort is simultaneously terrible and worthwhile. Continue reading “A Defense of a Very Branagh Frankenstein”