Last night was movie night at the Nuttyville castle. While outside there was snow falling (again?!), inside we were cuddled up on the couch and watched Sherlock Holmes and 2012 in rapid succession. While they were both enjoyable, they were so for completely different reasons.
Sherlock Holmes was Robert Downey Jr in a Guy Ritchie film, how much better do you want it to be? The last few scenes on the Tower Bridge were a bit meh, but I adored the witty banter, the fighting, the characters. From the getgo, it was as if I was looking at characters I’d seen before: old friends in a series that I really like. Never had I any moment where characterization was sloppy or dialogue/chemistry felt unnatural. And the feeling of London was pretty genuine as well. So yeah, two thumbs up there. (I also realized that I’m at the point now where I’ll watch RDJ in pretty much anything. rawr)
And then 2012. Yes, it was enjoyable, but not because it was such a good movie. Damn, the story sucked. It sucked from the pseudo-science to all the tv tropes that were utilized, to the insane way the main characters managed to avoid being killed each and every single time. And of course the cannon fodder; they might as well have been wearing red shirts for how they all heroically (or not so heroically) died.
Btw, I loved how relatively low impact the death of the whole world was in this movie. While Knowing (also an end-of-world movie, with Nicholas Cage) had its problems as well, at least you saw some really nasty ways in which people died painfully. It really drove home exactly how horrible everything that was happening was. In 2012 this was totally not the case, which makes it just another lame disaster movie I suppose. At least it looked shiney.