I'm glad somebody else understands how much fun Stealth is. It's the most unfairly reviewed film of the summer, and maybe the year, I think. Every critic put their best frowny face on when they sat down to watch it, because it's always easier to put something down humorously -- the lowest signifier of critical discernment -- than to engage with it on its own terms. And with all the good reviews handed out to piddling crap (Wedding Crashers, anyone?) picking on a fat, easy target like Stealth (so fat! so easy!)is a good way to pretend like you're discerning.
Wedding Crashers, meanwhile, is flat, obvious, and only "fun"in the sense that someone is holding a gun to your head and insisting as such in between dick jokes. (And in a way they are: it's been engineered as a pre-fab hit, so you have to see it, and if you don't like it, you're a killjoy, or a prude -- even though it's actually quite a conservative little movie we're talking about, not a patch on something truly juvenile and wonderful like, say, Harold and Kumar...) Stealth, meanwhile, is actually fun. Not necesarily proficient, but as a fearless inventory of cliches redeemed by a fetching earnestness, it's quite something. I mean, it's like the best action movie of 1987, but we get it now. And I put my neck out for it, too: www.eye.net/eye/issue/issue_07.28.05/film/onscreen.html
