Wednesday, December 27, 2006

 
Top Ten Reasons Night at the Museum ($30.8 million) beat new movies Rocky Balboa ($12.6 million), The Good Shepherd ($10 million) and We Are Marshall ($6.6 million) at the box office this weekend.

-Ben Stiller’s whine is much more crowd-pleasing than Sylvester Stallone’s, Matt Damon’s, or Matthew McConaughey’s.

-Thanks to the defeat suffered by the neoconservatives in the recent election, knowledge is back in vogue! Museums rule!

-Too many moviegoers thought WAM was a sci-fi film about several people placed or trapped in the body of “Hollywood Squares” game show host Peter Marshall, much like Being John Malkovich.

-R&B singer James Brown saw all four films shortly before his death. He remained silent about RB, TGS, and WAM, but when asked his thoughts about NATM, he said, “So good, So good.”

-It is completely unbelievable for Matt Damon to be more committed to his job in the C.I.A. than to romancing Angelina Jolie every night and thanking some Supreme Being every morning.

-Owen Wilson sang the David Soul song “Don’t Give Up On Us” on camera in the film, Starsky & Hutch (coincidentally co-starring Ben Stiller). Owen Wilson sings another David Soul song on camera in NATM, the ironic “Let’s Have A Quiet Night In”.

-The CGI special effect of 60-year-old Sylvester Stallone back in the boxing ring just wasn’t quite as special (or believable) as a dinosaur skeleton walking around a museum.

-The talking Easter Island head in NATM was voted People magazine’s “Sexiest Statue Alive,” beating out Matt Damon’s performance in TGS.

-TGS and WAM are plagued with the confusing conundrum of too many Matthews: McConaughey, Damon, and Fox. Moviegoers felt “lost”.

- Ricky (BBC’s “The Office”) Gervais’s comedic turn as the museum director in NATM was viewed much more favorably than his dramatic turn as a CIA assassin in TGS or as the heavyweight contender up against Sylvester Stallone in RB or as a West Virginia college-aged quarterback in WAM.

Comments:
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