Enjoy the new comic - seems like we're back on track with that.
Yesterday I've had a chance to catch Beowulf, and while I'm still mentally digesting it, there's a very good chance that in about 10 hours my thoughts will be regurgitated and fed back to you, so you won't even have to form an opinion for yourself. Isn't that lovely?
From the guy who brought you Forest Gump and Back to the Future, comes a movie with no similarity to either of those whatsoever.
Before we begin – Yes, graphics are cool, and we've come a long way since the Dire Strait's video for Money for Nothing but if you spend your entire time trying to find flaws in CGI characters, you're kinda missing out the whole point of the movie. So again, the graphics are amazing, and Zemeckis' use of shots that aren't possible in real life is captivating and stunning and mesmerizing and not recommended to people with a tendency for sea sickness, but that's only the medium he chose, not the movie he made, so I'll stop talking about it.
I think Hollywood studios have some sort of inner bet going on titled "What is the max limit of epic-ness we can achieve?". It started with Gladiator, continued on to Alexander, exploded in 300 and now expanded with Beowulf. As movie consumers, we have learned to accept this though; We treat our characters with understanding when they shout for no particular reason and we nod in approval at the gore and grime these sword and sandal bloodbaths give us.
Where Muhammad Ali got it wrong, Beowulf got it right. Why should you try to fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee when you can be naked and kick monsters' ass throughout the entire length of a feature film? I'm not sure if either of those traits are apian or canine in origin, but that doesn't stop Ray Winstone from going all out Sparta every other scene or so. The movie has an interesting cast, including Anthony Hopkins as himself, were he twenty pounds larger, living one thousand years in the past, John Malcovich as a miserable and insignificant Danish minor character and of course, Angelina Jolie as a half naked lizard thingy.
I'm not sure when, but I imagine that at some point, an executive was asking himself "How can we have Angelina Jolie's hotness in a movie without actually having Angelina Jolie?". The result is that of instead of Jolie delivering a good role as the solid actress she is, she's reduced to Pouty lips and gold plated udders. Did that hit the mark? I'm not sure, as throughout her entire screen time I was too preoccupied pondering whether being turned on by realistic CGI characters is socially acceptable or frowned upon, and how does that make me feel.
But despite of it all, Beowulf is a good movie. It's immersive and tightly presented; its story is of the simple kind, but still relatable even when it's not making any sense. It has blood, monsters and spectacular fights. It has too many naked males (not that there's anything wrong with that). It's not something you'd talk about for months, but if action is your cup of tea, you'll definitely like seeing. Like 300, this is a movie to enjoy and laugh at both at the same, and that for me is always a good sign.