Something’s familiar. 22 Jump Street is 21 Jump Street gone undercover, with slight upgrades in budget and meta humor. The sequel directly takes the storytelling formula from the first and plays around with it minimally, but still manages to deliver the same, if not a bigger, amount of laughs.
Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill have enough comedic chemistry that they could probably compete with the likes of Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, and both have improved since last time. Tatum especially, who so carefully and cleverly plays the buffoon cop Greg Jenko, who loves to dance and climb buildings but hates to improvise. Hill’s Morton Schmidt is more of the brains of the operation, which is pretty terrifying considering his slam poem dedicated to late college student Cynthia amounts to “Cynthia is dead now” repeated a few times. And he’s supposed to be the one who’s good at improvising.
In a summer that will inevitably contain some truly awful blockbusters that excel at the box office, it’s a shame that Edge of Tomorrow, a witty expedition as well oiled as the machines it features, is doing so not-amazingly in ticket sales. Those lucky enough to see it can attest for its unwavering entertainment value in the form of time travel and robot-verses-demon squid battles, because it’s that kind of movie, and a huge success at it.
In 2014’s iteration of standard Tom Cruise action fanfare, Cruise plays Major William Cage, who is forced to take up combat in the human’s war against invading aliens called Mimics despite not actually being a soldier, thanks to the vague illogic of plot convenience. (Though, it is refreshing to see Cruise as someone other than the guy-in-charge for once). Stripped of his rank, Cage finds himself literally flung into a doomsday battle against the Mimics on the beach, equipped with a highly destructive exoskeleton he spent the previous day not learning how to operate. The humans are taking a slaughtering, except for propaganda figurehead Seargent Rita Vrataski (Emily Blunt), complete with her tentacle-lopping sword – oh wait, she just melted. And Cage did too, realistically, after a scrimmage with a large blue Mimic known as an Alpha.
What you wanted
For a story about an ill-fated romance between two cancer-stricken youths, The Fault in Our Stars is natural and restrained in bringing the torrential downpour of tears from its audience. Not that the storytelling isn’t worthy of the teenage blubbering it inevitably caused, but the delicate subject matter of youth (or anyone of any age) dealing with cancer is handled with a level of honesty that demands to be simply recognized rather than pitied. The film (and its novel source material written by John Green) uses subtle brutality to prove that any life, no matter how short, can burn as bright as it wants to. This particular film burns radiantly.
Though the dialogue sometimes walks a thin line between genuine life wisdom and assault via Hallmark get-well-soon cards, leads Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort (both now firmly solidified in their own stardom) make even their cheesiest lines heartfelt and natural. The two play a pair of disease-ravaged teens who instantly bond over their mutual dislike of a support group that Hazel’s mom (Laura Dern) forces her to attend in attempts to give her a ‘normal’ teenage social life.
Listen well, all of you
So, this was the curse Maleficent was talking about. After all this time she finally got her revenge on Sleeping Beauty. Adding backstory to an established character is fine, but altering the events of the original tale to make Maleficent look sympathetic is not going to sit well with a lot of people, myself included. It could have been forgivable, however, if the movie had not been awkwardly balanced between uninspired action scenes and painful child-catered sequences. It’s Wicked without the genius and Disney when it wants to make a quick buck while working on better projects.
Thank goodness for Angelina Jolie, whose sleek exploration of the title character is defined by her wonderfully thorny grin and graceful dimensionality. (Not to mention her knife-sharp cheekbones, which she probably uses to open canned goods.) Jolie guides the often-stumbling script with a performance that excels when she gets to be all-out villainous, and stays strong when she becomes an unexpected parental figure to Princess Aurora (Elle Fanning), a plot twist that, for me, was hard to swallow, but irresistible when offered by Jolie.