Letterboxd — Your life in film

Very happy to have had a chance to see this on the big screen. I seem to laugh in different places to most people, but this films affords so many opportunities to laugh that it doesn't really matter, if only half the jokes are landing you're still having a great time.

Very sweet little buddy movie that has some touching things to say about ageing and a great idea of what the near future might look like, sort of like Black Mirror if it hadn't been written by a gloriously twisted bile volcano.

Really run of the mill nonsense that thought it was much smarter than it really was. I was hopeful because of McQuarrie's presence, but I guess it has been a long, long time since The Usual Suspects and The Way of the Gun.

Great fun and full of guilty belly laughs, this feels far more accessible than Wheatley's higher profile Kill List but these things being relative given the subject matter it's bound for a cult audience - though it will surely be a favourite. There's something wonderfully British about the whole affair, and while I'll try not to spoil anything, suffice to say there's something very reflective of a lot of Brits in the rage over the little things, and I suspect many a viewer will find catharsis in seeing someone follow through on that in a way they only wish they could.
In many ways it seemed like a British alternative to God Bless America, not only in the mundanity of its protagonist killer, but also in the way it didn't need to take things to a farcical extreme.
I have a feeling this one will only improve with repeat viewings, and yet again it leaves me wanting more from Wheatley - I look forward to A Field in England with some excitement.

I'd heard so much about Dune for so long I think I'd been somewhat put off sitting down with it, and ten minutes in I was wondering what people complained about. The head floating in the space dolling out plot as an introduction gave me a wonderful sense of nostalgia, there was a time when that sort of thing was all the rage, and then the first few scenes had such wonderful set design and costumes - somewhere between Flash Gordon and Jeunet's Alien Resurrection (and the look was the best thing about that film) - that I started to get quite hopeful about what was to come. Didn't last too long though.
The pace of this film is all over the place, one minute it's deathly slow, the next the plot seems to have jumped 50 pages in a flutter of scenes that zip by like a YouTube playlist. I know the production was famously fraught, and there's a lot more footage, but this is the only version of the film Lynch will put his name to (the TV version carries the famous Alan Smithee credit) and it's pretty awful. Well, it's pretty, and awful. The production design does stand up throughout the film and still looks lovely today, but frankly I could have watched it with the sound down and likely had a better time. That's remarkable really given how much story is clearly here, but it's turned into a nonsense and makes you want for HBO to get hold of it and do a really epic adaptation of the novels. Maybe one day.