He finds him in the form of Tom Ward (Ben Barnes), a lowly farmhand plagued with wavering blade-throwing aim, ominous visions of the future, queasiness about killing monsters and a painful dearth of on-screen charisma. While Malkin assembles her team of villainous medieval Animorphs (including Djimon Hounsou as a shape-shifting assassin/oversized Gila monster), Gregory sets off to snag a new assistant, with being a seventh son of a seventh son the only requirement. Gregory and his apprentice (hi Kit Harington from "Game of Thrones") attempt to rein her in, but she’s grown more powerful, escaping to the mountains and killing Gregory’s padawan (bye Kit Harington from "Game of Thrones") in process. His main expertise, however, is burning witches, and the worst one – Mother Malkin (Julianne Moore) – has just climbed out of the prison young Gregory once dumped her in.
Jeff Bridges – sounding like he’s doing an Sean Connery-tinted impression of himself in "R.I.P.D.," which was already Bridges doing an impression of himself as Rooster Cogburn – stars as Master Gregory, a medieval spook tasked with hunting down and destroying creatures of the dark, including huge ogres, ghosts and ghasts (which are like ghosts … but with an "a"). It’s a film destined to be forgotten without bothering to leave any sign it ever existed in the first place. A tired story, dull performances and uninspired filmmaking team up to make a movie that plays like the last moldy pfft of air finally escaping from a long-forgotten deflated balloon. It’s been a long, pothole-filled journey to the big screen for "Seventh Son," one that unfortunately has not been worth it. And then one more time, over one whole year later, to this weekend. And then, thanks to a split between its production company and distributor, it got pushed again to January 2014. Then the movie got pushed to October of that year. (Before Cyrus Twerked), the new Jeff Bridges-led fantasy adventure was set to come out. In three months time, I’d be listening to Bill Cosby part advice to a packed Bradley Center filled with smiling graduates, parents and relatives.Īnd movie theaters were awaiting the arrival of "Seventh Son" that month. I was a lowly intern here at, hoping to get a job while starting my final semester at Marquette University. Jennifer Lawrence was able to jokingly fist-pump the fact that no one had seen her naked during Seth MacFarlane’s "We Saw Your Boobs" Oscars bit.
The Super Bowl was dealing with faulty lights rather than deflated balls.