Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau proved old guys could still bring audiences to the box office by sharing a few laughs, a few man hugs and a tear or two. The “Grumpy Old Men” formula for movie magic may not translate well to 2008’s audiences, though, as viewers have been desensitized by an overload of reality television and Hollywood spectacle.
Somehow, in the midst of Britney Spears tabloid mania, a movie about two terminally ill, aging men with a lengthy “to do” list doesn’t sound so thrilling. Even with the talents of Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, there’s little hope “The Bucket List” can stand up to the competition from today’s fast-paced flicks, which cater shamelessly to our short attention spans.
Throw in director Rob Reiner, who has helmed nothing but a few sappy romantic comedies in the past few years, and this flick is certain to descend quickly from the big screen to your local Blockbuster Video.
Plus, the film’s writer, Justin Zackham, is a healthy guy in his mid-30s. Needless to say, I doubt his views on aging and living with cancer are exactly up to snuff.
Poor Ice Cube seems to have mixed up his days of the week. The rapper-actor, who earned a few fans with his “Friday” series of films, must have had a weak moment when accepting a role alongside marginally talented comic actor Tracy Morgan in “First Sunday.”
This film, from budding director David E. Talbert, sounds like a flick even Martin Lawrence would turn down. It focuses on two bumbling convicts who devise a scheme to rob a church. But hey, the Lord works in mysterious ways and the boys may just end up being reformed.
Ray Liotta is back on the big screen, and you guessed it — he plays a man of questionable sanity. Liotta and Burt Reynolds star alongside action C-lister Jason Statham (“Crank,” “War”) in the long-winded “In the Name of a King: A Dungeon Siege Tale.”
A medieval war story that lacks star-powered box-office appeal and has stylistic deficiencies normally used for comical purposes in spoofs like “Robin Hood: Men in Tights,” it’s hard to tell exactly when and where this flick takes place.
On the bright side, Jason Statham is ticked off and Ray Liotta is crazy, so it should make for an angry, though somewhat amusing, couple of hours — but probably just for audiences made up of teenage boys.
For the kids, there’s a G-rated Veggie Tales flick confusingly called “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything: A Veggie Tales Movie.” If a movie has a title claiming talking vegetables will spend the better part of two hours not doing much, why not just get a Mr. Potato Head and an eye patch and call it a day? Your kids will be equally entertained.

