Drinking Buddies

Olivia Wilde is the gorgeous, earthy, uproarious Kate, the marketing and events director (and only female employee) at a artisinal brewery in Chicago. She’s one of those permanently game, bloke-ish gals, who drink and swear and party the equal of any man, all the while looking like, well, Olivia Wilde. Although Kate has a boyfriend, there are undeniable sparks with her co-worker Luke, (Jack Johnson) – an attraction that’s stifled only by the fact that Luke has a really great girlfriend. Yet in spite of the set up, “Drinking Buddies” isn’t some slick, raunchy sex comedy, and it also doesn’t it follow the obvious, well-trodden path of just about every other romcom you’ve ever seen. Instead, it’s totally fresh and totally human and totally winning. I loved it.


As I thought about how I’d review Drinking Buddies, my first reaction was “Olivia Wilde completely owned that film.” And she does. She really does. But actually, she’s fully matched by Jack Johnson, who becomes a bona fide movie star, right there, before your eyes.

Cowboys and Aliens

In Cowboys and Aliens, it’s 1873 and a skinny, craggy Daniel Craig awakes in the Arizona desert with no recollection of who he is nor how he got there, and with a strange, beeping, modern metal bangle strapped to his wrist. When he arrives at the nearest town, it’s attacked by aliens with vastly superior fire power, and Daniel joins a posse alongside a surly rancher (Harrison Ford) to track them down and rescue the girl.

That’s it in a nutshell. It’s not a deep plot, all things considered. The Western part of the mash-up is very well done though – everything from the horses to the dust to the costumes feels stylish and authentic. (It also filmed in Plaza Bianca just outside Santa Fe in New Mexico, where we hosted Cineposium a few years back). The aliens bit of the mash-up is less well done however, which is a bit disappointing really. The best thing about Cowboys and Aliens – apart from Daniel Craig in chaps, of course – is that the movie is played completely straight. Not a witty quip from a mouthy African-American side-kick in sight.