Rock of Ages
Thankfully the numbers themselves are bursting with energy, sparks, metal horns and impressive choreography but they're so good, every return to normal is a bit of a drag. So what's one to do when your $80 million, much-hyped adaptation of a phenomenally popular show isn't exactly hitting the mark? You bring in certified movie-saver (according to me) Thomas Cruise Mapother IV, that's what.
exaggerating about his duet with Malin Ackerman either; I happily would've watched it over and over again for two hours.
Rock of Ages is one of those films that's more fun to talk about than it is to watch, and if it weren't for Russell Brand's dodgy accent, a deeply unwanted romantic sub-plot tacked on at the end for absolutely no reason and our lead characters being so bloomin' boring, I'd be raving about this from the rooftops instead of applauding politely. But everyone involved is so obviously giving it some welly (except MJB) it's hard not to let the numerous problems slide by and just enjoy the 80s revival lead by a stonker of a performance from Cruise. More of this and less of shit like Lions for Lambs, plz.