Last year director Garry Marshall hit upon a devilishly canny approach to the romantic comedy. A more polished refinement of Hal Needham’s experimental Cannonball Run method it called for assembling a gaggle of famous faces from across the demographic spectrum and pairing them with a shallow day-in-the-life narrative packed with gobs of gooey sentiment. A cynical strategy to be sure but one that paid handsome dividends: Valentine’s Day earned over $56 million in its opening weekend surpassing even the rosiest of forecasts. Buoyed by the success Marshall and his screenwriter Katherine Fugate hastily retreated to the bowels of Hades to apply their lucrative formula to another holiday historically steeped in romantic significance and New Year’s Eve was born.
Set in Manhattan on the last day of the year New Year’s Eve crams together a dozen or so canned scenarios into one bloated barely coherent mass of cliches. As before Marshall’s recruited an impressive ensemble of minions to do his unholy bidding including Oscar winners Hilary Swank Halle Berry and Robert De Niro the latter luxuriating in a role that didn’t require him to get out of bed. High School Musical’s Zac Efron is paired up with ‘80s icon Michelle Pfeiffer – giving teenage girls and their fathers something to bond over – while Glee’s Lea Michele meets cute with a pajama-clad Ashton Kutcher. There’s Katherine Heigl in a familiar jilted-fiance role Sarah Jessica Parker as a fretful single mom and Chris “Ludacris” Bridges as the most laid-back cop in New York. Sofia Vergara and Hector Elizondo mine for cheap laughs with thick accents – his fake and hers real – and Jessica Biel and Josh Duhamel deftly mix beauty with blandness. Fans of awful music will delight in the sounds of Jon Bon Jovi straining against type to play a relevant pop musician.
The task of interweaving the various storylines is too great for Marshall and New Year’s Eve bears the distinct scent and stain of an editing-room bloodbath with plot holes so gaping that not even the brightest of celebrity smiles can obscure them. But that’s not the point – it never was. You should know better than to expect logic from a film that portrays 24-year-old Efron and 46-year-old Parker as brother-and-sister without bothering to explain how such an apparent scientific miracle might have come to pass. Marshall wagers that by the time the ball drops and the film’s last melodramatic sequence has ended prior transgressions will be absolved and moviegoers will be content to bask in New Year's Eve's artificial glow. The gambit worked for Valentine's Day; this time he may not be so fortunate.
At some point in the early years of the 21st century a bunch of Hollywood executives must have gotten together and decided that animated films should be made for all audiences. The goal was perhaps to make movies that are simultaneously accessible to the older and younger sets with colorful imagery that one expects from children’s films and two levels of humor: one that’s quite literal and harmless and another that’s somewhat subversive. The criteria has resulted in cross-generational hits like Wall-E and Madagascar and though it’s nice to be able to take my nephew to the movies and be as entertained by cartoon characters as he is I can’t help but wonder what happened to unabashedly innocent animated classics like A Goofy Movie and The Land Before Time?
Disney’s Winnie The Pooh is the answer to the Shrek’s and Hoodwinked!’s of the world: a short sweet simple and lighthearted tale of friendship that doesn’t need pop-culture references or snarky dialogue to put a smile on your face. Directors Stephen J. Anderson and Don Hall found some fresh ways to deliver adorable animation while keeping the carefree spirit of A.A. Milne’s source material in tact. Their story isn’t the most original; the first part of the film finds Pooh Piglet Tigger and Owl searching for Eeyore’s tail (a common plot point in the books and past Pooh films) and hits all the predictable notes but the second half mixes things up a bit as the crew searches for a missing Christopher Robin whom they believe has been kidnapped by a forest creature known as the “Backson” (it’s really just the result of the illiterate Owl or is it?).
The beauty of hand-drawn animation all but forgotten until recently is what makes Winnie the Pooh so incredibly magnetic. There’s an inexplicable crispness to the colors and characters that CG just can’t duplicate. It’s a more personal practice for the filmmakers and should provide a refreshing experience for audiences who have become jaded with the pristine presentation of computerized imagery. The film is bookended by brief live-action shots from inside Robin’s room an interesting dynamic that plays up the simplicity of youth ties it to these beloved characters and brings you right back to memories of your own childhood.
With a just-over-an-hour run time Winnie the Pooh is short enough to hold the attention of children but won’t bore the parents who will love the film mainly for nostalgic musings. Still it’s the young’uns who will most enjoy this breezy bright and enchanting film that proves old-school characters can appeal to new moviegoers.
Best friends David (Omarion) and Elgin (Marques Houston) earn a living dancing in competitions against rival dance crews in a local warehouse owned by Mr. Rad (Steve Harvey) who keeps the challenges clean and organized. Basking in their recurring success David and Elgin are approached by an Orange County crew for a dance-off with a bigger payday than they are accustomed to: $10 000. The only catch is that they would have to put up half that money in advance which they scrape up at the last minute thanks to Elgin's grandmother. But the OC crew plays dirty steals their moves and wins the competition leaving David and Elgin with a huge debt to repay. To come up with the dough they become runners for a local drug dealer--a job that doesn't pay off when Elgin gets robbed and beaten while transporting a large sum of money. He blames David for the attack since his buddy was too busy cozying up to his Princeton-bound sister Liyah (Jennifer Freeman) to have his back. Now the only way Elgin can repay his grandmother and the dealer is to win "The Big Bounce " an MTV-sponsored dance competition with a $50 000 purse. But Elgin and David's falling-out threatens their shot at the big time.
The majority of the cast in You Got Served are onetime members of the boy band B2K (an acronym for Boys For 2000) an R&B quartet that includes Lil' Fizz J-Boog Raz-B and Omarion. Houston a solo artist whose single "Smile" is included on the film's soundtrack is Omarion's older brother and with recurring role on UPN's Sister Sister is probably their only castmate with any real acting experience. That seems to have helped Houston however whose character Elgin has the most emotional range of the bunch: Sweet funny bitter angry and at times apologetic. His co-star Omarion goes over the top with the puppy-dog-face thing but let's face it teenage girls across America will swoon over just that. But despite some amateurish performances it is apparent that these heartthrobs did not take themselves or their roles too seriously and their lighthearted performances make their characters so darn likeable. More to the point the performances in this film depend more heavily on the dancing than the acting and in that department both Houston and Omarion thrive. The film also features Harvey in a demure role that doesn't do anything for the comic actor and cameo appearances from Lil' Kim and hottie Wade Robson. But the prize for the most irritating performance of all goes to MTV VJ LaLa who plays herself as "The Big Bounce" host and whose shrieky voice will have you scrounging in your pockets for aspirin.
Chris Stokes makes his directing and screenwriting debut with You Got Served and giving members of the B2K hip-hop ensemble starring roles makes sense; after all he was the band's manager. While this casting choice was weak in terms of acting it was a solid pick in terms of the film's dance theme not to mention fan fare. Although B2K split up last month the group still has a stranglehold over the young ladies. Besides it's a given that moviegoers aren't expecting great performances or a gripping tale from You Got Served just some awesome dancing which is where this film really delivers. Sure some scenes belong on the editing room floor especially one in which David and Elgin practice their latest moves shirtless in an alley at night during a rainstorm. But with dance sequences making up more than three-quarters of the film it still moves along at a fast pace and is surprisingly entertaining. The film's amateurism however rears its bopping head when scenes stray from these awe-inspiring dancing sequences. In these instances the dire acting skills of its young cast and the sappy dialogue become more obvious not to mention the director's overuse of fade-outs from scene to scene; you'll half be expecting a commercial break.