THE LOST CITY
People severely underestimate the pure joy and necessity of just…shutting off your brain. It is powerful. It is crucial. It’s what gives you the will and energy to do just about anything. So, when THE LOST CITY (trailer here) came out, I scrambled to the theater, Fanta in hand, ready to let some colorful jungle misadventures and broad comedy wash over me like a warm bubble bath. Playing off predecessors like ROMANCING THE STONE, the film stars Sandra Bullock as a successful bodice-ripper novelist who finds herself lost in the tropical wilderness with her books’ beefy but simple cover star, played by Channing Tatum (because, obviously). And then, treasure-hunting hijinks ensue. There’s something so nostalgic about the absurdity of this premise and the superstardom of this cast that’s more than welcome right now. And there’s something so incredibly gleeful about watching Daniel Radcliffe ham it up as the mustache-twirling villain in the latest of his eclectic run of often-bizarre roles over the past several years. The man is such a fascinating and multi-talented performer, and unlike other skilled actors who obsess over method or insist on treating their careers like theatrical parkour, he simply picks projects that allow him to have fun. He has no pretension, and neither does THE LOST CITY—and that is refreshing as hell.
—Alicia Devereaux, Development Assistant
