Watching this brilliant film for the first time tonight, I have developed a theory regarding the often lukewarm responses I have previously seen towards this, the last in the Pegg/Frost/Wright Cornetto Trilogy of films.
The reason why some do not rate this quite highly is I may feel due to an age/generational thing.
Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz were vibrant balls out movies. Fresh and innovative, they spoke across the generations, specifically the 20s/early 30s slackers I grant…
I was pleasantly surprised to read the first Hunger Games novel a couple of summers ago and just as surprised to see the first big screen adaptation which not only did the source material proud it actually improved it in some areas.
This sequel is an adaptation of the second novel which I haven't read. I had intended to get round to it but I have a 'to read' pile that would make Hercules think twice about taking the task…
Watched principally for Sally Hawkins because, as you can probably guess by now, these kind of films really aren't my kind of thing - if they don't have Quatermass, Doctor Who or the Doomwatch team in them that is.
As expected it was the usual dark and gloomy, CGI heavy bonanza with utterly soulless dialogue. There wasn't so much a script here as a series of exposition, military jargon and pseudo scientific babble, with the latter given to poor Sally…
Lacking something compared to the epic and fun first movie in the Abrams reboot this is still nonetheless a rip roaring ride where no person has gone before with the Enterprise crew.
Sadly the same minor niggles from the first one are evident here, namely beyond the main five or so in the cast the other characters are weakly drawn. But praise indeed to Benedict Cumberbatch for producing such a brilliant baddie and the film's biggest draw. At turns all…
Following my ill advised watch of One Day on Sunday night, the film adaptation of David Nicholls' bestseller, I got into an interesting discussion about my inability to engage with what others seem to love so easily and totally.
This discussion led to an accusation that perhaps I'm the sort of person who refuses to readily engage with popular culture. That I probably have an attitude that, quote, 'if ten people like this, I must hate it on principle' and…
I'd previously had this to say about this film's predecessor, Rise of the Planet of the Apes;
When Rise of the Planet of the Apes came out you could almost hear the collective sighs go up across the world; at last, they said, a rebooted franchise that didn't sully the original films. It was a neat, smart prequel and great intelligent popcorn entertainment.
Even I agreed, and I'm a Luddite who has an aversion to CGI. But the work of…
Firstly I need to say I've never been a big Alien fan. I appreciate the original is a seminal piece with a stunningly grubby (is that a contradiction in terms?) set design and a brilliant ensemble cast that changed the way we viewed sci fi whilst still using traditional tropes from that genre, horror movies and 'And Then There Were None' style chillers.
I totally appreciate it's a solid piece of workmanship, extremely mature, intelligent and aesthetically brilliant.
The ultimate blockbuster.
The booby traps, Alfred Molina double crossing, Paul Freeman's suave arch rival/nemesis, the stunning locations, the John Williams score, Karen Allen being hot, the Nazi monkey, just shooting the sword wielding bad guy, Ronald Lacey's Peter Lorre homage and THAT coat hanger gag, snakes - why did it have to be snakes?, Pat Roach's burly bald headed mechanic, Wolf Kahler's Nazi, the opening of The Ark and that spooky perfect ending.
Oh and Denholm Elliott's Marcus Brody here is brilliant, serious and not at all like the comic relief (which was excellent as well) in The Last Crusade.
As a proud Northerner I was disappointed to realise that this wasn't the biopic of Greggs the Bakers.
As such it just wasn't for me, sorry. It was nicely done I guess but this kind of cosy schmozy metaphorically heavy, spiritual 'journey' drama never really rings my bell.
Always nice to see Gérard Depardieu play Gérard Depardieu though.
I always make a thing about not really being able to 'review' films that personally mean a lot to me (Withnail and I for example is a film I haven't rewatched since keeping a diary here on LB, because I know how sodding difficult it would be to put my love into words) but, a few drinks down my neck, I'm going attempt to say something about Shaun, and something suitably personal to boot.
Whilst we can all now agree…