Everything about Burr Steven’s Charlie St. Cloud is predictable, except for the spiritual gravity and Christian undertones, rendering an otherwise teen “chick flick” a worthwhile expenditure. Based on a 2004 Ben Sherwood novel, The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud, Charlie St. Cloud is a film about the consequences of a single promise.
While I certainly look back with fondness on the “Greatest Generation,” I can’t help but think that the superlative applied to it may be unwarranted. They did weather the Great Depression and defeat the National Socialists, but they also greatly empowered international socialists. These would be people such as Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who gave the big-government ball American history’s hardest push and made constitutional trespass an art form. And then there is something else: If we believe the truest measure of a person is how he raises his children, we should note that WWII-era Americans gave us Generation Zero.
A good spy thriller should accomplish two things — it should thrill and it should intrigue. With taut action sequences and a well-written script, Salt, Angelina Jolie's latest foray into action, provides plenty of both.
Leonardo DiCaprio does it again with this summer’s new blockbuster hit, Inception. Not everyone will agree with that, however. I contend that there will be two camps that develop in the theaters: those who become so frustrated over the utter confusion and suspension of disbelief involved in viewing Inception that they despise the film; and those who throw caution to the wind, allow themselves to be sucked into the science fiction, and enjoy every captivating moment. Count me in the second camp.
For parents interested in a pleasant way to pass the afternoon with their children, consider newly released Despicable Me (that is, if Toy Story 3 is not an option). Characterized by warmth, humor, and even some insight into the human psyche, Despicable Me is a winner.