What better way to follow our Ten Most Overrated movies ever than with a list of the countless performers who inhabit many of them? Beloved the world over for almost no reason at all, these ten performers are the epitome of what it means to make it in Tinsel Town without shining anything but a marketable gimmick.
What she usually plays: An assertive, in-control type who doesn’t mind cutting loose with her girlfriends. She likes to roll her eyes when the guy she loves (usually Matthew McConaughey) does something stupid.
What she’s actually good in: Almost Famous. After it launched her career she went on rom-com auto-pilot.
What he usually plays: He actually has quite a diverse career, it’s just that everything he touches seems to either win Oscars or garner acclaim that it doesn’t deserve.
What he’s actually good in: Mr. Brooks and Bull Durham. No, Field of Dreams is not the epitome of sports films, but Bull comes pretty close. Continue reading →
Fight Club Directed by: David Fincher Written by: Jim Uhls (screenplay), Chuck Palahniuk (novel) Starring: Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, Helena Bonham Carter, and Meatloaf
Beloved the world over by high school and college males of all ages as a philosophical masterpiece, David Fincher’sFight Club has continuously stayed on cinema’s cerebrum ever since it became a cult hit on DVD. Do I dare challenge the consensus that this film isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? I almost feel obligated to.
For starters, these so-called philosophical musings. Is a movie that promotes fighting back against a society that questions your manhood really something we should be promoting? Isn’t that what has gotten us involved in every single conflict since the dawn of time? What most consider unique in this film is actually just the same old masculinity complex American males are expected to suffer from.
As critic Lisa Schwarzbaum put it in her initial negative review of the film,
The giant international furnishings chain IKEA is responsible for many consumer-based phenomena, among them our docile acceptance of cheap, hinged desk lamps that droop like spent lilies. But I hadn’t realized that overexposure to IKEA results in limp penises, too, until I saw Fight Club.