OK so first of all, Spice World is almost 20 years old. Can you believe that? It's been nearly twenty years since the Spice Girls were somewhat relevant.
I don't know how to describe this film. It has no story to it. No plot. No connected themes. It's essentially the Spice Girls all chauffeured around in a big fuck-off Tardis of a double decker bus, driven by Meatloaf, with Richard E Grant as their stressed out manager, as they prepare…
Wow what a revelation. Apparently black people can be racist of white people, white people can be racist of black people, black people can be racist of black people, black people can be racist of hispanic people, white people can be racist of middle-eastern people, middle eastern people can be racist of hispanic people, hispanic people are nice, white people can't be racist of white people.
Those same black people can be nice to white people, those white people…
I kind of thought it would be a mindless action film where Sly goes around killing the bad guys in the jungle with his machine gun and that's about it. Like Predator, I guess, just without the Predator.
I was wrong. It's excellent. I found it very entertaining, and also quite sad. Sure, Rambo is this bad-ass, super elite soldier who can kill a man practically by looking at him with his wonky face, but I never realised there was…