Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.
Preston Barta // Film Critic
Very often sequels are a big concern, particularly when they come from big studios. Cheap cash-ins are all too familiar, where rather than stepping further into the established world and exploring the unlimited opportunities of the characters, sequels simply add more bad guys, senseless action and noise (yeah, that was a shot at Michael Bay). It can also be worrisome when the director of the original (Rupert Wyatt) checks out and a replacement is needed. Luckily, director Matt Reeves (CLOVERFIELD) rises to the occasion and goes further than you could have ever thought with the franchise.
Like THE DARK KNIGHT, DAWN OF THE PLANET OF THE APES transcends the Hollywood blockbuster. Besides its poorly written human characters, there is little to complain about. It’s a visually arresting, rich and fun summer popcorn flick.
DAWN OF THE PLANET OF THE APES is out in theaters everywhere.
COHERENCE is one of those rare films that proves that you don’t always need a 100 million dollars to build a gripping sci-fi. Look at MOON and ANOTHER EARTH – both are thought-provoking and entertaining pieces that were made on a shoestring budget, and that’s exactly what COHERENCE is.
Taking place over a single night, a group of friends gather for a party when a comet is expected to pass really close to Earth. BOOM. Phones start breaking, power goes off, strange knocks at the door… some crazy occurrences take place.
The result is a trippy, mind-bender that will have you thinking for days. This is one that you need to seek out. I guarantee it will spark some really interesting debates. Plus, it has Xander from BUFFY in it.
(Look for our interview with the director next week!)
COHERENCE is playing on VOD and is also showing at the Angelika Dallas.
ALSO IN THEATERS:
BEGIN AGAIN will have you smiling throughout its entirety. Mark Ruffalo and Keira Knightley are just delightful, as is the movie.
SNOWPIERCER is one of the coolest movies in quite some time. Its excellent cast is just as powerful as its narrative.
Since BRIDESMAIDS, Melissa McCarthy has been the comedy queen. But even the mighty fall, as TAMMY is painfully unfunny and messy.
THEY CAME TOGETHER
THEY CAME TOGETHER has all the ingredients of a great romantic-comedy: a great cast (Paul Rudd and Amy Poehler) and a good director (David Wain, WET HOT AMERICAN SUMMER). But ultimately, it’s a parody that supplies more stupid than laughs.