When I first heard that a movie called The Mummy was coming out, I was appalled. Although I’m usually optimistic regarding potential remakes and reboots, a line must be drawn somewhere. Ready to loft my pitchfork, light my torch, and blast “The Mob Song” from Beauty and the Beast at the idea that anyone could remake the iconic 1999 Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz film, I sat down to watch the trailer. Two minutes and change later, I found myself confused rather than angry.
After being somewhat let down by my re-watch of Scooby-Doo and the Alien Invaders, I was kind of loath to put my nostalgic favorite Scooby movie under a critical microscope. Thankfully, I discovered upon rewatching that it was still pretty enjoyable.
Spoilers for a movie that’s old enough to vote after the jump.
This is the trailer that got me to jump right into the Assassin’s Creed fandom, and I am so excited to go see it. That said, as much as I want this movie to be amazing, a really big part of me worries that it won’t be. The movie is supposed to premiere in December, right around the time Rogue One comes out—with that kind of competition, I can’t say I have too much hope the movie will do well. Mostly, however, while the Assassin’s Creed movie looks awesome, game-to-movie adaptations are rarely good, and I’m concerned the same will be true this time around as well.
I hadn’t seen the trailer for this movie before writing this post. I didn’t want to give it the views, as it seemed like just another nonsense example of oblivious Hollywood whitewashing. After doing some research into the movie, the situation is slightly more complex than usual, but… it doesn’t make Hollywood any less racist. Let’s dig in.
I would never claim to be the biggest Marvel fangirl, but as someone who somehow developed a passing interest in the MCU I found myself, alongside my group of friends, in the theater opening week for Civil War. Watching the previews for the upcoming movies was an experience I could only describe as “tired groaning interspersed with slight approval for Rogue One”, but the thing that stuck with me longest was just how much of a goddamned hot mess Doctor Strange is going to be. Oh sure, I’ve heard all the justified cries of whitewashing, not doubting them for a second, but it wasn’t until I saw the trailer for myself on the big screen that I knew my quip of “ah yes, there he is; the only white man in Nepal” was merely masking my absolute disgust at how far Marvel was willing to go to exclude actual non-Black characters of color from their films.
This, however, wasn’t even what prompted me to write this post. A couple days ago on my Facebook wall, I saw someone drop a link that Little Door Gods was getting an English release. As happy as I was to hear that, the casting seemed to be doing everything in its power to knock the wind out of my sails. Meryl Streep? Nicole Kidman? Mel Brooks? All talented in their own right, but seriously: what the fuck is this shit? (Though according to a recent tweet by fellow reported vocal talent Zendaya, this could be untrue. Not that this excludes the problem.)
I watched Galaxy Quest as a kid, but, like some others here, my family also didn’t have the habit of watching classic sci-fi shows together, and so I didn’t know that Star Trek existed until long after I watched this for the first time. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t appreciate this 1999 sci-fi parody for what it was, and I remember it being one of the comedic highlights of my childhood. This week, after the death of beloved actor Alan Rickman, I decided to dust off Galaxy Quest for a little trip down memory lane. It wasn’t as good as I remembered, but it was still pretty good.
I love 1999’s The Mummy, but that wasn’t always the case. While I now consider it a delightfully campy, appropriately spooky, and surprisingly empowering movie, I used to be so terrified of it that I had trouble looking at the posters. You know the ones, with the big scary sand-mummy sandstorm? I dunno, I was nine and they freaked me the fuck out. Add onto that the gruesome murders in the movie’s prologue and I was officially Not Into It.
Eventually I made it through the movie (applying a pillow as a shield between me and the flesh-eating scarabs as necessary) and realized that it was actually a hell of a fun ride.