I missed my only shot at seeing Evan Almighty last Tuesday when I blew off the all-media at Mann’s Chinese in order to see Danny Boyle‘s Sunshine, which does indeed fall apart during the final act. If I have nothing better to do this weekend and find myself in a plex where it’s showing, I might pop in and watch it.
This would only happen under duress as I am fundamentally, philosophically, psychologically, ethically and religiously opposed to all big-studio, digital-fart tentpole movies that cost over $100 million to make and always get the suckers on opening weekend, no matter how good or bad they’re supposed to be. All of the good and hearty souls in Movie America need to grab swords and torches and band together like the renegade gladiators in Spartacus and say “no” to Imperial Rome.