Warning: I have a powerful impulse to argue with Egon. Not only to report my opinion but to oppose her, contrasting points of view, overlay the review, in fact trigger the brawl critics. So, because I'm nice. And because the film, let's face it right away (via your teeth - those of the T-Rex, that "hurt" as Fraser tells us the inexpressible - the pain away!), Is filthy and full unsalvageable. And I dragged him there, the friend Spengler, looking for excitement 3D. Then I meditate on vengeance and terrible revenge. But I will try to be objective and, above all, to focus the regurgitation to the squalid circus crap, and not connected to the reviewer. Imo, therefore, the center of mud.
Question: How do we talk of nothing? Wittgenstein would follow and finally, rapid and affossanti, that's what you can not talk is a must keep quiet. But we want to be generous (false, the case of logorrhea), and proceed to quibble, however. In this case we have 93 minutes (according to Internet Movie Database: do not think I let him control the display of a watch or mobile phone, desolate two-dimensional, while the 3D experience) of absolute emptiness, dotted with a script that does not exist ridiculous, crude special effects to themselves, and a few irritating things human, brutal violence against the work of a great writer.
sum up: a bunch of stinking producers, writers and directors have read (reluctantly) a reduction of a children's book by Jules Verne. Hit by lighting premature have decided to make a blockbuster - but it is not a trivial thing, heck, let's do so in 3D! That technology has made great strides, and where the talent is now extinct, we can compensate with computer graphics. HoplĂ imbarchiamoci in the booth and involve the most likeable (and Panzano) Brendanfraser-to-the-mummy, served with unknown actors and lazy beyond measure. We have him, the infallible Brendan, in the role of a professor geology. Bizarre, in the life and research, and in the throes of a psychotic obsession with her brother disappeared 12 years before pursuing some insane passion for science fiction in a cave in Iceland. On the verge of total collapse in the workplace and in private life now in shambles, he is saved by the arrival of grandson: thirteen nano hyper, but his uncle Scazzi ingrifato from all forms of female life, is now the Fraser sbolognato to ex-wife's brother late craving to go to look for a house in Canada. The undeveloped (the kid, not the adult), although heroically selfless work of his uncle (work, oh well ...), he is more awake to see that on a monitor stand out 4 and not 3 lights intermittent. This, of lottery numbers marked with a cross from his brother-father on a stale copy of Journey to the Center of the Earth, induce "or professor" to be paid through collection of coins that occupies the kitchen table, air travel to Iceland , dragging the infant. Once there know the pussy in office (elementary grammar of action movies, come on!), Mountain guide by trade, also a relative of an orphan (the old father) because Verne and geology (the combination that makes the most dead of smallpox , apparently). The convincing, not the rhetoric and the love of good science, but ripped a nutshell, to guide them to the mouth of a volcano in search of the origin of Lucina. From here onwards, svacca really. The first trio ends up trapped in a cave shut, then mines along riding a cart in the footsteps of Indy finally gets wise to walk on a layer of Moscow (rock thin, for those of you who had a doctorate in geology) in order stock up on diamonds. The landslide Moscow, fall to our infinite time along a tunnel that leads, guess what?, At the center of the planet. Where they land safely (ok. ..) and discover a wonderful world. This is equivalent to the viewer, for a good hour of torture in digital. Nothing is real and everything, however, is powerfully ridiculous. The sparrows are fluorescent and benevolent, tusks and aggressive fish, brother dead and buried by the sea, the heat - for the protagonists - unbearable. Luckily, suffer, by God! Again: Brendan eradication, grabbing the testicles, a giant carnivorous plant size, sailed the ocean is infested by a species of giant kite (which then drags the dwarf, in a hilarious scene especially the scream of pain from a Fraser clearly in digestive phase), instead of devouring the tyrannosaurus deburr the thirteen prefer him by surprise. And then died from what is cracked, crumbling ignominiously on a thin layer of Moscow - you see, not to study, you idiot?
At the end of the journey the trio, despite repeated attempts to sabotage his professor and a common survival Salvation comes in the form of convenience geyser elevator located at the end of a river. Sailing, for your unfailing satisfaction, enormous jaws of a dinosaur conveniently adapted to Icelandic dall'avvenente gondola (which, meanwhile, has slightly revised their positions on mental health of the deceased parent). Blast from Vesuvius, which we find to be cultivated by a local vineyard - that speaks a bit 'of Sicily, for good measure. So, is silenced (and subsided in his despair over the devastation of the vineyard) the offer of an ambush by thirteen diamonds. In conclusion
Fraser failed to pass the workplace and in private life successful scientist and hero action (though overweight) is more European with blonde chick and satisfaction for having rehabilitated the memory of his brother insane. The grandson, however, has stolen a bird luminescence and if you lost in the city with the result likely to irreparably destroy our ecosystem. Not content with this, we salute and promising to meet again soon with the gift of a book on Atlantis. I fear a sequel. There is no choice, I will rip an eye - no binocular vision should, if nothing else, escape the curse treddì.
INFORMATION
Journey to the Center of the Earth 3D
In a sentence: "yes, oh well, spit in my face, damn it!" - Continued from Fraser spitting towards the camera. In 3D.
Sconsigliatissimo: Verne was my favorite writer, as a child. I need not say more.
Rating: KKK (one for each dimension, and they are generous)
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