More of a remake of Christmas Evil than Silent Night Deadly Night, as a vengeful santa rampages through a town dishing out justice to the naughty (including, wonderfully, a child). More attention is paid to the investigating cops than to the killer himself, but his exploits are suitably gory and grotty to make the enterprise at least watchable.
The acting is uniformily poor, with Malcolm McDowell on fine "what is this shit?" form, though Donal Logue is good as a grumpy travelling Santa who delivers a wonderful "What is Christmas anyway?" monologue.
There's the germ of a good idea here, but sadly Frankenheimer's last major film is a massive disappointment.
Affleck is not too bright as the prisoner who adopts the persona of his dead cell mate to hook up with his pen pal Charlize Theron, but her brother has sights on him too to help him rob a rather ropey looking casino on Christmas Eve.
Various twists abound and characters act in stupid ways merely to advance the plot.
Another year, another actor playing James Bond. For the third film in a row, Eon presented us with a different face. Luckily this one stuck.
Roger Moore was a huge international star, thanks to his appearances on TV in Ivanhoe, The Saint and The Persuaders, and had been on Saltzman and Broccoli’s list for a while before the premature cancellation of The Persuaders allowed him to step into the famous tux for the first time.
LALD was, in some ways,…
It sounds so simple, but it is amazing what a good director (and good behind the scenes crew) can bring to a franchise.
Sam Mendes and, especially, Roger Deakins, bring new life into Bond, reinvigorating a series which seriously floundered with Quantum of Solace.
On first viewing, my thoughts were it was the most Fleming-inspired of the whole series. Fleming often put Bond through the ringer in quite painful ways (physically as well as mentally). Here Bond is seemingly killed…