Capsule reviews of 'Rock of Ages,' other new films
This film image released by IFC Films shows, from left, Mark Duplass, Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt in a scene from "Your Sister's Sister." (AP Photo/IFC Films, Steven Schardt)
"Rock of Ages" — Just when you thought you'd never hear Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" again outside of a strip club comes this big, splashy homage to the decadence of 1980s rock 'n' roll. Specifically, we're talking about 1987 on the Sunset Strip, the birthplace of bands like Guns N' Roses and Poison, and all the big-haired, eye-linered debauchery that defined that scene. Your enjoyment of this musical, based on the Tony-nominated Broadway show, will depend greatly on your enjoyment of this music — because director Adam Shankman crams in a lot of it. Did you make out in a car with your high school honey past curfew to Skid Row's "I Remember You"? If your answer is yes, you'll probably have a good time, even though the movie lasts an awfully long time. Sure, the characters are all broad types, from fresh-faced newcomers with dreams of stardom to grizzled, cynical veterans who've seen it all. And sure, their antics are glossed-up and watered-down compared with reality to ensure a PG-13 accessibility. But the movie has enough energy to keep you suitably entertained, as well as a knowing, cheeky streak that prevents it from turning too reverent and self-serious. Julianne Hough stars as Sherrie, a wholesome blonde fresh off the bus from Oklahoma who hopes to make it as a singer in Los Angeles. Instead, she ends up working as a waitress at the venerable (and fictional) Bourbon Room, where she quickly falls for aspiring rocker Drew (Diego Boneta). But the club has lost some of its cache, to the distress of its owner (Alec Baldwin in long hair and a leather vest) and his right-hand man (Russell Brand, being Russell Brand), so they're hoping a performance from rock god Stacee Jaxx (Tom Cruise, easily the best part of the film) will keep the place alive. PG-13 for sexual content, suggestive dancing, some heavy drinking and language. 123 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.
This film image released by Columbia Pictures shows Adam Sandler, left, and Andy Samberg in a scene from "That's My Boy." (AP Photo/Columbia Pictures - Sony, Tracy Bennett)
— Christy Lemire, AP Movie Critic
"That's My Boy" — Next to last year's abysmal "Jack and Jill," Adam Sandler's latest movie looks almost inspired. Yet this father-son story is just more of the same gross, lazy comedy that Sandler's been doing for years, the repetitiveness evident in his generally declining box-office receipts. Sandler's audience is outgrowing his movies, even if he isn't. The idea behind the movie isn't half bad and provides some parallels to Sandler, a guy who's made a career out of stunted adolescence. In this one, he plays a middle-aged loser who was in his early teens when he knocked up his seventh-grade teacher and has been the world's most infantile dad to his boy ever since. With his son (Andy Samberg) now a successful Wall Streeter preparing to marry his dream girl (Leighton Meester), Sandler turns up scheming to fix his own financial problems and reconnect with the son he hasn't seen in more than a decade. With some thought and effort, the movie could be fresher, smarter and much, much funnier, while still retaining all the gross-out gags and idiocy that Sandler loves. Sandler, also a producer on the movie, and director Sean Anders stay on the really stupid end of stupid, though. R for crude sexual content throughout, nudity, pervasive language and some drug use. 116 minutes. One and a half stars out of four.