The Canyoneers 11:30 a.m., May 27
Review: Here Comes the Boom
Wanna' have fun? Go see Here Comes the Boom only pretend it's called The Passion of the Kevin James. It's as much a Christ parable as Raging Bull only "director" Frank Coraci doesn't know it. (And speaking of Marty, when did co-star Henry Winkler cop His look? They could be brothers!) In order to raise the funds needed to save his school's music program, the nutty redeemer becomes a glorified kickboxer and before it's over his students are in Vegas watching their favorite teacher get stomped into a bloody pulp. He wins in the end (SPOILER ALERT) but there is something to be said for getting to watch a group of muscled individuals take turns beat up on Kevin James. Besides, art and salvation through violence is a PG message we can all abide by. The third act pathos go exactly as planned and an unexpected cutaway to the teary-eyed father of an Asian kid brought tears of to my eyes. I'll have to check the list, but I don't think I've had more fun laughing at a movie all year. Hideous on the eyes, too. With a blue filter strapped on the camera throughout the entire production, Phil Meheux's cinematography makes it look like a Smurfs sequel directed by Michael Mann. If you have a taste for the terrible, this one comes highly recommended. With Salma Hayek and Joe Rogan as "Himself."
Reader Rating: Zero Stars, and I mean that in the best possible sense of the term.
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