Took in the new STAR TREK Mother's Day afternoon. (Which was perfect by the way, Mother's Day, that is.)
The movie was fun. Except for one lame-ass, unnecessary, self-serving scene at the end, a perfect popcorn film. (And pardon me Trekkies, but some wrinkly old pots ought to retire.)
This evening, we watched JCVD. As in Jean Claude Van Damme.
Not a bad little heist film with a stylish looping structure, and then Van Damme breaks the fourth wall and pours out his heart and it is wrenching. I've never seen anything like this on film. Ever.
A lesson for screenwriters. When film does well what film does well, there is nothing to compare.