Wednesday August 11th 2010
Sunday morning screenings are no walk in the park. As if it isn’t hard enough getting into Central London for 10am, you’re then surrounded by hoards of small children, with all their genuine enthusiasm and joie de vivre. It’s a nightmare.
Luckily, there are two things which can always relieve my discomfort:
The magician was particularly amazing. I don’t know his name or I’d give him one of my patented Ultra Culture ‘shout outs’ but if you see a man in a sharp suit and a turban brandishing a pack of cards, feel free to salute him.
As you may have guessed from the title of this post, I was there to see The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, a loose adaptation of the Fantasia segment of the same name from ‘the team that brought you the National Treasure franchise’.
Apart from it’s insane runtime (where have all the 90 minute kids films gone?) The Sorcerer’s Apprentice is actually not half bad. Nic Cage and Jay Baruchel are both amazingly likable – even if the former is phoning it in like never before – and it’s just hard to hate a film which is so enthusiastic about science and discoveries and shit.
That said, it’s definitely a more cynical exercise than it likes to let on. The inevitable mop scene exists purely to pacify bored parents, and Monica Bellucci’s appearance is so brief that putting her on the poster is an out and out deception. Even relative newcomer Teresea Palmer, who plays Baruchel’s love interest, seems to have been cast solely for her uncanny resemblance to a certain vampire-dating lip-biter…
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice is out today (it’s one of those ‘Wednesday films’). I wouldn’t exactly recommend it, but let’s just say you could certainly do worse.