I'm not sure what it is. I'm not hungover. I'm not depressed. I'm not mentally compromised in any way that I can tell, so I'm not sure what to make of me thinking Battleship is a great movie. Not Godfather great, but really entertaining. It's pretty. It's funny. It's exciting. It's a little heartwarming, too. I'm surprised by all of the bad reviews it received when it came out. The trailers for it didn't do it any justice, either.
Taylor Kitsch: HOT. Alexander Skarsgaard: HOT. Liam Neeson: HOT. Rihanna: HOT. Brooklyn Decker: HOT. Tabanobu Asano: HOT. And Jesse Plemons in a movie with Kitsch warms my Friday Night Lights loving heart.
The relationship between the brothers Kitsch and Skarsgaard is a caricature of the Type A older sibling/slacker younger sibling, but it still has a ring of truth to it. I really liked the two-minute courtship in the love story subplot. I'm sure there are a lot of guys that would take more punishment to get Brooklyn Decker anything she wanted.
It's a simple story. Aliens invade Earth and badass American motherfuckers fight back. That's pretty much it, but the relationships are well developed for a movie of this type. The action is well done. Not as cheesy as I thought it would be. It was less eye rolling than the action sequences I've seen in The Lone Ranger and Transformers trailers. The supporting cast (including Hamish Linklater and Peter MacNicol) is excellent as well. If you're a crier like me, you're going to tear up a couple of times.
This movie gave me a major American boner. It might be required 4th of July weekend viewing every year.