The Best Movie of 2008

Be Kind Rewind.



There is no way this wont be the best movie of 2008. The premise is mind boggling great. Some video store employees remake all the movies in their shop after they erase all their tapes. Now at the start that sounds impossible but the way its portrayed in the trailer makes it believable. Holy Crap am I excited!

The best part? Jack Black looks in the zone. Mr. Black has been in some over the top horrendous garbage recently. If we know one thing, it's that if you put the right actor with the right director magic can happen. Jack Black is one of those guys. Let's list his heaping pile of dung: Envy, Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny, King Kong, Orange County... oh man just typing these names makes me want to cry.

Now what do his master pieces have in common? School of Rock (directed by Richard Linklater), Shallow Hal (Farrelly brothers), High Fidelity (directed by Stephan Frears, okay so this guy hasn't doesn't anything worth mentioning but...). ALL OF THESE DIRECTORS REIGNED JACK IN! You can't give this man an open mic or he'll go a little over the top like an ADHD kid at an 8th grade talent show. Oh man, am I excited. CAN. NOT. WAIT! See you opening night.

P.S. Mos Def is in it. I want to like this guy so much as an actor but he hasn't proven anything to me other than the fact he can play a 6 foot tall board really well.

P.P.S. Harold & Kumar 2. Unicorns are dope.

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