Warning: I go to movies for entertainment, not for deep philosophical inspiration.
On the (very) long flight to Hawaii, I watched two recent films. First was Man of Steel. Skip it. It’s a re-make of Superman II (complete with plot-lines) and it just doesn’t measure up. Way too much fisticuffs, not enough beefcake. This is what Superman should look like:
The star of the new one looked like Clark Kent in tights and a cape. No thanks.
Second film: The Lone Ranger with Johnny Depp. This one had its moments. The opening sequences are cute and a bit silly, but interesting concept. The rest of the film is deep-fried Twinkie (way too much). HOWEVER, the chase scene in the last half hour is worth the price of admission. Slapstick and very definitely does not take itself seriously. As a matter of fact, the girl in the seat next to me thought I might be having convulsions I was laughing so hard.
Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels they weren’t, but the last chase scene was worth it. I would have liked to take Silver to a couple of three-day events!
I’m very glad I didn’t pay theatre prices for either of these, but the Lone Ranger is worth Netflix or a rental.