When it was brought back to small screens everywhere in 2013, “Arrested Development” was the first major series to be revived by a streaming service. It was a big deal. It was in the early days of Netflix originals and before shows like “Brooklyn 99” could be saved within hours of their cancellation. It was also very different from the first three seasons of the show, which originally aired on Fox from 2003 to 2006, breaking up the bungling Bluth family into character centric episodes that came together by the season’s end.
If Deadpool were to watch “Deadpool 2,” he would likely have a number of issues with it. His first might be why the film kills off the impetus for the first film’s entire plot in the first ten minutes. Another would be why a comedy movie has so many scenes devoid of comedy. He might criticize the use of a little kid as a crutch, or poke fun at the fact that almost every plot point in the movie has been used in previous “X-Men” films. Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds, “Mississippi Grind”), might have an issue with all of these things, or he might not care at all.
How does one review a film like “Avengers: Infinity War?” To list the cast would take half the article. Describing the plot in any kind of detail would be viewed as a colossal spoiler. It’s not trying to sell itself to newcomers because by now, the entire world likes superheroes. A movie this big, with this many characters, attempting to make good on ten years worth of promises, simply cannot be reviewed as though it is any other. It is wholly unique both in terms of the Marvel Cinematic Universe as well as filmmaking at large.
There are restaurants that you go to with great frequency. There are restaurants you profess to love. There are restaurants to which you feel some kind of intense loyalty, akin to your dedication to a religion or sports team. And then there is Chelas. Originally found on the corner of Liberty and Maple, Chelas serves without a doubt the greatest Mexican food in the greater Ann Arbor area and quite possibly the entire country. Is that hyperbole? Not to the legions of devoted followers that pack the restaurant seven days a week.
The script attempts to take a full look at the dangerous effects that a singular focus on sports can have on a person but comes up short in providing the necessary depth to tackle these issues correctly.
The crowd roars. That familiar voice blares across the stadium, “Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the Michigan marching band ... Band, take the field!” It’s a ritual, a Saturday morning tradition, and has been the central hub of activity in Ann Arbor on weekends for almost a hundred years. It’s a University football game at “The Big House,” the largest football stadium in North America, and now the one with an equally large and ambitious documentary to boot.