THE EDGE OF TOMORROW : Time Travel Is Time Consuming

Sometimes Americans really aren't allowed around. Not so much with a Tom Cruise movie. Especially one directed by Brown man Doug Liman.

Liman's a great director who's touched everything from the love song of Brad Pitt - the hardest man in show business - to Swingers. (About California transplants sifting through the glory of serial monogamy) {It's the best!}

The Edge of Tomorrow really is a masterpiece that hits hard in the gut and reminds you that Americans, perhaps, do have a point that time-travel is possible if, say, they can convince you that a meeting of species can confuse God, the Universe profoundly.

If a new species shares its lighting concept of everything in such a way as to confuse, perfectly, the Universe itself by coincidentally mind melding a brain that shares time and space but not God as all the aforementioned things perfectly with one that resists it in a uniquely spiritual and, perhaps, lucky - way - then maybe God will play the battle of wits out in his immense test-tube without, presumably, so many inter-planetary meetings as to wreck God's plan? (He'd have to reconfigure matter)

Comparing time-travel to the immensity of the Universe through the miracle of shared lighting - brain - certainly changes things, and it is all shared wonderfully in Jack Malinowski's beautifully ironic 2012 Blogger novella The Lightspeed Documentary. (He pays my ransom money to free me to watch flat-screens in color that speak English so I have to mention that)

The Edge of Tomorrow is a 2014 movie.

Inter-species mind melding that bends space to such an extent as to commodify time it-self was already broached by the 2013 Pacific Rim. (I don't know if Jack Malinowski owns the rites, he only pays for me to be freed to do this and nothing else)

The point is The Edge of Tomorrow really is a masterpiece.

It's too bad Tom Cruise doesn't vividly explain cross-species mind meld as a way to endanger the Universes contiguity and promote reconfiguration of all matter somewhere perfectly to simulate time-travel. He probably could. Tom Cruise's a good man who does good things like star in and produce movies and fund successful churches in Europe. (Which is truly difficult) The whole movie calls for an adult relationship to science and a hive, military mentality to the truth.

Emily Blunt does explain that Tom Cruise is a good man in the movie by saying so. Perhaps she does this because they share a faith in particle physics which is a science so grandiose it caused me to curse, ''Not another Time Travel movie! That's impossible!''

But Emily Blunt and Tom Cruise's share a respect for a science so profound they'll kill each other just to stay alive and further another time-traveling mission, which doesn't sound so stupid once it's basically explained as a meeting of minds from a dominant new mind with a new dominant hive and therefore a new God and a new organic reality that is related to metal and yet not quite a master of it like humans. So there!

War is hell. Hell might also be a slippery slope going ever so slowly backwards in time from the last thing you couldn't accomplish. But it's probably being banished to a terrible planet by an all-powerful God once having lost to an ugly alien. So we must fight to be harmoniously replaceable and invisible like robots so that unlike robots we may time-travel!

Americans are incredibly scientific and a little bit faithful to their ability to get a possible one on one relationship with God - the definitive creator - and - so far - it's hard to disprove. The Edge of Tomorrow is so bad-ass it could be an entire G.I. Joe comic-book of the future.

MAN OF STEEL : A Technical Kevin Costner Film

No matter what hatred comic book and D.C. and fans of decorum and the well-told story might have for the Henry Cavill franchise due to his association with the director of the Christian Bale Batman franchise that broke rules of story-telling and marketing to rouse the sensitive and vengeful, Henry Cavill puts in a respectful and commanding Superman performance; rest assured.

The director Zack Synder was encumbered with some of the same marketing issues that angered Batman fans in 2012 as the same Christopher Nolan production team that gave Bruce Wayne a nuclear helicopter sowed doubt into the very fabric of Superman by mishandling the reveal of Superman's super-strong suit and cape.

Breath easy. The cape is alien made and strong. (Like the suit)

Anyway, technically, this is a Kevin Costner film, so all haters should reserve judgement of the holy relic of Superman until they have watched the movie.(Unlike with basically all other movies)

The film is philosophically quite sound and action-packed. 

For people disenchanted with the idea of yet another coming-of-age story of yet another superhero, please understand that Zack Snyder did direct Watchmen by replicating the graphic novel and so should be at least considered with a modicum of respect by all fans of story. Superman is all about coming-of-age as the main character is an alien and thus every story recounts this fact sorta irrespective of whatever you think about the USA, children or animals featured in movies, J.J. Abrams, J.J. Abrams directing Star Trek and Star Wars, like, back - to - back or tickle-down-economics. (For that matter)

Also, Zack Snyder makes the fair point that Superman, raised in a Christian value system of forgiveness and self-restraint, never quite got to realize his potential as a mass-bending world-beater.

Good point.

The tragedy is palpable. 

300 RISE OF AN EMPIRE : 40,000 English Years

Simon Duggan's arrogant attempt to sink 3D with his glaucoma project is only eclipsed by the Legendary mastery of an NC-17 drum that failed to mute the Victorian death mask and ultimate irony of the little clown that could: Ms. Eva Green - star.

At least Quintin Tarantino is dying softly someplace failing to predict mass cinematic violence with botched script writing.

Zach Synder deserves credit for ramping up to Greek on Greek violence with an elegantly manifold monologue of sight and sound as an assistant script writer to secessionist Frank Miller.

Should the butcher of Superman fail to address the Paeleopenesian war in such a careful battle of the bulge, Frank Miller will surely speak with a received pronunciation for the end of time.

40,000 English Years is a story for the young and old and for children of all ages who need to hear what Russian music sounds like without the infernal bagpipes. And in addition, fornication has never been so eloquently distilled as one woman's choice to bear arms. So this film is religious. 

Like the other other movie nobody wanted to watch in 2013, Terminator 5 her lone survivor is the fall of the decadent empire of artists that believe they are actors and so die poorly convincing little audience of their mortality.

Kids, not all baddies wear claws as a hat and willfully commit the multi-nation-state sin of Greek antidisestablishmentterrainism like Tarsem Singh or screw-up demi-god like the rock Alex Rodriguez, but if Zach Synder isn't careful, Jack Malinowski's 'Versus,' will never happen and the Paeleopenesian War will never successfully happen door to door body to body.

There is enough rigorous philosophy and historically accurate application of magic proved in forged molten metal in real time to back up the annoying trailer of a little dead Greek artist and the ironically sarcastic smirk of Lady Liberty the French Hungarian Spartan Gorgeous.

Let Frank Miller remind us all of the people of sarcasm – when ironic – deadly – when sarcastic -forever.

40,000 English years of the miracle of the British Empire of Sticks awaits the third installment of the Balkan flag of Buysanteuhm: black, purple in a streaking sun...

CAPTAIN PHILLIPS : Predator 18

There comes a time, a time to make the world a better place, for peace, for peace and the whole world human race!

Something like that goes something pretty good like that if it comes from the Thermal Nuclear Detonator the Predator from the great March 18 holiday the sacred 18th of the Church of Carrie Fisher blogger masonary that is at once ubiquituous and secret and out to get the cities that they built. (Or says the first Celtic Slavic droner Barrack Obama)

Anyway,

The pirates Pawel Malaszynski, Marcin Dorocinski, and Eliza Recembel are thin and Muslim and black so black that they are not in the red and don't even need to read the only black and white sandpainting from Tibet about a Nuclear Promise to find out what the four seasons is and how much it costs to stay there like unhappy people. (The rest of us)

The hero is one of the last ethnic Massholes in all of the Ukraine. (Much like one of the pirate leaders, 'Kuba.')

'Nuff said, he flies the flag fantastic – Greek, Uruguay and yes, yes the Stars and Stripes of Star Spangled Banner fame.

Too bad he can't defend trillions of dollars worth of peace-keeping sustenance called your life and times with a little honest killing.

Instead, he has to club Navy Seals to push the impossible and still deadly Paul Robeson to defeat his own industrial designs with military force like a good pupil of the Italian master as the still orbit and good UFO Divici. (Leonardo) {Over 500 and still – yes – without fangs.} [Predator]

So little has to be said and much has to be done to make living worth living so that the famous Masshole people may continue to live their proud life of ethnically unversified lonely people of non-Louisana, non-Chicago, non-Dixie, the non-Texas of non-New York, New York the non-Atlantic and never even Californian the ignoramus fibber of lost accentation like Liberty Island the so on.

SO

The Predator 18 lives killer fear, because the nurse is a Louisiana dyke and blows up the calm general Predator with her Germanic episode. (A monumental film of epoch proportions that shall stand now and forever a blockbuster despite your insistence that pirates have guns and Predators - ninjas)

EXPENDABLES 2 : Conventional Microwaves

Not even the most expensive movie in the history of TV movie blockbusters, Clear History, (Or Rumor Has It 2) can touch the equal opportunity employment motivational pizazz of Expendables 2.

Yes, Larry David continues to redefine damage control after decades of Woody Allen intolerance, but, at the end of the day, Larry really kills nobody.

Not so with Expendables 2. These heroes don't use bombs and they're not above wrecking others with their personal property to prove it.

These heroes believe in conventional warfare and the first-strike capabilities of detterence and definitely definitely speak English as a second language as well as they speak English as a first language.

But Expendables 2 is more than a blockbuster -it's a carefully constructed Atombomb of movie – it's a performance art movie – and totally fit for the mute, subtitled censorship of bar and gym TV screens everywhere since it features – more than anything else – forced nonchallance and the greatest performance artists of performed nonchallance in the microwave era.

Which means, through its awkwardness, it would be a great replacement for most of network news programming, commemorating the death of honor and the beginning of lies in the industry of lies – first strike conventional warfare.

So yeah, Expendables 2 represents the death kneel of the cult classic as the full-on Hollywood protest flick and really marks the first time Americans have ridiculed the vanity of speech-acts in the mobile nuclear era since Denzel Washington screwed everyone in the Meg Ryan classic, 'Courage Under Fire.'

Why do you think Dolph Lundgren gets a laugh?

Perhaps no other piece of performance art has captured the overall borishness of the self-publishing age. We live in a post-karate world where the foot to the face needs Scott Adkins and a knife and a diet to really impress anyone anymore now that Mixed Martial Arts has proven that grapling rules.

Simon West masterfully delivers... performance art... as a blockbuster... that is cult... to the globe... as a message... to the stars... that insures a continuation of what will surely be known as the cult American franchise of the past in the future!

Revenge is personal and if people think that hard men are bad for spreading evil to live in the world, they might consider that they are the energy crisis they claim to be fighting by taking anything before the lives of those green revolutionaries of the Nukes that spread this pronoun fusion in politics, microwarves, Fukushimakon!

THE DARK KNIGHT RISES : Pacific Fallout

It took a Down-Under Common-Wealth English-Speaking Brit to screw up Gotham but good.

The trailer of this Dark Knight installment features a flying nuclear car and that was enough to drive the crazed crazy in this post-Fukushima Pacific Fallout world that the laptop literate live in, but the ocean-travelling desert dweller Director Noland, it seems, was aiming his billion-dollar-a-babylonian-bing franchise squarely at the worst comic book ever written: a graphic novel!

Nuclear Batman spawned by perverted Joker might not have had such a violently negative reception if it didn't represent the ninja talents of the greatest actor of the British-speaking world: Christian Bale!

And the last thing people want to see is life imitating the last generation of art!

But I've said too much. Noland's Dark Superman D.C. universe is in peril and the last thing I want to see stolen is an idea after having to remember that some Eurasian South African named Blomkamp scalped the self-destruction navigational concept from The Light Speed Documentary to the Damon of Matthew to provide Elysium with a third act!

Which is why the movie industry reprojected Batman Vs. Superman for May 2016.

21.

The Dark Knight Rises is a cautionary tale with a Nuclear Bomb without Japan, explaining its extreme worldwide popularity in Imperial Cuniform.

It does a good job delivering a Cat Woman and reimagining the Columbian Muscle-lord Bane as another anarchic Brit that would rather wreck the world than take a rain-check to use his mystical romance language to push crime rather than the Bible's end.

But more than its believe-it-or-not sepia-toned billion dollar box-office, it sets the tone for D.C.'s animated take-over of HBO with The Dark Knight Returns continued rip-off of the worst graphic-novel of all time, AKA 'Nuclear Batman,' AKA, 'Superman Vs. Batman.'

The ending sucks; there are mutants without superpowers; the only premise in the story at every step of the way is that we are dead!

So remember everyone: dying isn't optional!

Keep the faith; this Bruce Wayne tried even though this Dark Knight is a deeply sandy, radioactive, televised water-sport beneath anything that stands for the District of Columbia and far behind anything as scientific as the Big Bang. 

THE AVENGERS : A-Holiness

Rachel Maddow is all that's missing from this movie that can even produce a super spy without a Russian accent seriously.

As if on cue, Hollywood reports that a man in a metal suit will save the day yet again and throw the Nuclear Holocaust into a parrallel universe to keep it from completely destroyed – our world!

Too bad Marvel couldn't afford the Peacock of cable-land to telegraph to us the many splendored reasons why this was scientifically impossible!

Yes Marvel is slowly cracking the Thor code and once it sufficiently promotes interstellar life as immortality there really won't be much hope for literacy as the onset of the Red Storm Jupiter syndrome petrifies harmonic denial for all time with the likes of hot female voice actors like Mila Kunis and hot mail spelt Channing of Tatum to remind Saint John euphemisms that Americans come Avenger because, 'a,' really does stand for a hole as much as a hipster even if it is spelled, 'venger!'

But before America descends into the All Is Lost madness of flying aircraft carriers, multi-hull boats and boner mutations called the Hulk, it promises an end to a parallel universality that might as well be called cancer and the nuclear bomb with the nuclear plant that somehow only results in interstellar dragons that don't ex-hale fire like civilized pacifists because they are not explicitly called Fukushima faggots.

But at least Marvel finally finds its brand tone with the casual presentation of heroism as a surviving miracle in a miraculous world rather than a monopolizing High School in High School Universe so expensive that Rachel Maddow know doubt would find it momentary!

So finally Marvel does the dictionary to define capitalist in American casual hero that always does their homework in private to defend public consumption of the facts and for the facts until death do us part forever and ever Amen!

All in all, the blond Steve Rodgers is barely missing as cavorting Tony Stark battles his immature stereotype to grow into the pretty-classic Iron Man 3 as he battles the fully-operational-battle-station potential of a well-acted and well-written Thor which seems to be in the sands of time unlike Hawkeye who is real.