The third movie was Bresson's 1966 masterpiece "Au Hasard Balthazar," which could have been called "The Passion of the Donkey." So you see we have to shift gears quickly on the film-crit beat. I viewed it as the second movie on a day that began with a screening of "Taking Lives," with Angelina Jolie absorbing vibes from the graves of serial killer victims. I had completely forgotten the earlier film, and so was able to approach the sequel with a clean slate. Now I don't want you to think I walked into "2" with a chip on my shoulder because of the 2002 film. The event turns into a disaster when one of the monster costumes turns out to be inhabited and terrorizes the charity crowd. are attending the opening night of a museum exhibiting souvenirs from all of the cases they have solved.
There is a subtitle: "Monsters Unleashed." As the story commences, our heroes in Mystery Inc. Now I am faced with "Scooby-Doo 2" (or, as it will certainly be titled in France, "Scooby-Doo Deux"). Those were the closing words of my 2002 review of the original "Scooby-Doo," a review that began with refreshing honesty: "I am not the person to review this movie." I was, I reported, "unable to generate the slightest interest in the plot, and I laughed not a single time, although I smiled more than once at the animated Scooby-Doo himself, an island of amusement in a wasteland of fecklessness." "The Internet was invented so that you can find someone else's review of "Scooby-Doo." Start surfing.