Nearly four interminable months after Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, a movie based on a movie based on a children’s book and appended with a 30-year-old Guns N’ Roses jam, Dwayne Johnson—the once and future Rock and 2032 Instagram Party presidential candidate—is back. In a movie, in the legal sense, based on a video game.
My NPR review of Rampage (from the director of San Andreas!) is here. I’m not sure who it was at Warner Bros. and or New Line who forgot to put the exclamation point in the title, but I trust that heads shall (the) roll.
Nonetheless, I’ve managed to overlook that shortcoming of Barack Stars and review it rather favorably for the Washington City Paper, in my debut as a regular contributor there.
Keywords: demagoguery, chucklebait, asphyxiated, Peter Capaldi.
My dad, a Chicago native, brought me to Wrigley a whole bunch of times when I was growing up. We’d usually go to the Windy City to see my Grandma in late June or early July, and a trip to the Friendly Confines was always on the itinerary. I’ve seen the Cubbies lose to the Pirates, the Padres, the Dodgers, the Phillies. I can’t remember if I ever saw them win.
But when Jeff Tweedy conducts the seventh inning stretch, we all win. I can’t believe he hung out on-air afterwards, and actually appeared to enjoy himself.