Movie Meteorology: Summer Movies

Summer is upon us, and that means the masses will be clamoring for a seat in the only reliably air-conditioned place in the city to park their fat sweaty asses: the movie theater. I would say that it seems like every summer, we are bombarded with a slew of unforgivably bad films that were written, shot, and distributed in the span of about six weeks, but I’ve noticed that this year in general has produced hardly any films that I would bother paying the $12.00 ticket price to see. Examples? Over Her Dead Body, 27 Dresses, Dan in Real Life, and so on. I could only name a few because everything else was so horribly forgettable. Perhaps with the legit excuse of the writer’s strike to blame. Don’t get me wrong, there were some good ones too, namely just the Oscar noms and art-house indie stuff (and by “good ones,” I mean “white noise you can fall asleep to”.) And now I am going to tackle the task of movie meteorologist for the summer, and predict the future of what will be good and bad based only on the trailers.*