Groan. Sigh. Eh.
You know what really sucks? When you love something and through the magic of pursuing it banal crap sucks the life right out of it. For instance, I love watching movies. R.I.P.D. is a movie which recently (as of this writing) started screening. I watched R.I.P.D. Like a sparkly vampire, I want to drive a stake through this movies black heart. And by drive, I mean literally strap a stake to the front of an insanely large vehicle and smash into R.I.P.D. at full ramming speed.
Derivative crap came to mind when I saw the previews. Still, I gave this the benefit of the doubt. Ok, to be fully honest, I have to disclose that I was invited to see it on someone else’s dime. The trailers were spot on. R.I.P.D. absolutely lived up to the expectations.
I liked this film much more when it was Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones saving humanity from space foreigners. What? This isn’t the same franchise, you say. Well, that may be technically true, but give me a break. The only difference between Men in Black and R.I.P.D. are the actors and what the secret police/agency are fighting against. Ok, I will admit that it was kinda cool that they had Rooster Cockburn, I mean, Cogburn, from True Grit to cross over without having to pay royalties, but aside from that… Meh.
It makes me sad to think that The Dude needed milk money and he was reduced to this to get it.
R.I.P.D. isn’t so bad that you’ll want the time back, but it isn’t worth more than a dollar rental from RedBox, or a treat from a friend. Though, if you’re a good friend, you should suggest something different.