Ok, its official: 2010 is so far the worst summer movie season in recent memory. The reason I know this is not because I have seen all the films released so far and thought they stunk, but rather I haven't seen squat since IRON MAN 2 opened. Even though that movie was a mild disappointment, it still mainly delivered the goods and has distinguished itself as being the only major summer release that I bought advance tickets for and saw it on opening night.
Ok, I just remembered that I saw SHREK FOREVER AFTER or THE FINAL CHAPTER or whatever opening weekend, but that was because I had a nephew to entertain. Not that it was bad, mind you, but the fact that I'm just now remembering it...well, I just made my own point.
With the exception of the just-released TOY STORY 3 - which I plan to see this week after the opening weekend hysterics die down - however, the summer releases have yet to inspire any real kind of gotta-see-it-now excitement.
Memorial Day weekend? Fuhgettaboutit. Whereas last year had UP and DRAG ME TO HELL, this year's major tentpoles were PRINCE OF PERSIA and SEX AND THE CITY 2, two films that pretty much met with what Robin Williams once called a large round of indifference.
I've been meaning to see GET HIM TO THE GREEK but have yet to get to it, which has never been the case with anything produced by Judd Apatow.
The best movie I've seen this summer so far? Banksy's EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP, a terrific and hilarious documentary about renegade street artists. Not anyone's usual idea of summer entertainment, but sometimes you gotta take what you can get - and there's a lot to get out of this GIFT SHOP.
To think that 35 years ago this month, JAWS, the ultimate summer movie, was released. Can any film released this summer thus far go toe to fin with Bruce the shark? I think not.
The one movie I'm counting on is August's THE EXPENDABLES, directed by and starring Sylvester Stallone. If an action movie starring Sly, Dolph Lundgren, Jason Statham, Jet Li, Mickey Rourke and Eric Roberts isn't enough to slap the summer movie blues right out of me, then there truly is no hope.