The reason I'm not an optimist is because my optimism is always deluded. Like last weekend for instance, when I thought that maybe Kevin Costner might once again rise to the level of a leading man in mainstream movies. And so, without reading any reviews at all, I dragged Tom to see Three Days to Kill.
The previews had led me to believe that the Costner character was a family man pulled back into the spy game for one last time. As is so often true, the preview far outclassed the actual movie. It was a comedy and then it was a sadistic thriller. Are we to believe that you can torture a man with electricity in one second and then share a joke with him in the next? I think not.
It was a movie that didn't know its own identity. I writhed through all two hours of it. It's not that Kevin Costner is such a bad actor, it's that he doesn't know how to choose a script. The writing was insipid. I kept saying lines before they were spoken.
Here's what we've seen in the last couple of months:
Saving Mr. Banks
The Book Thief
The Hunger Games (2)
About Time (with Rian)
The Past (French) with Rian