Hmm I liked some gags that work almost like individual sketches rather than as scenes in a feature film. And let's face it, it's not exactly Kung Fu Hustle. I can see why it has its cult following, although it personally wasn't for me. Best thing about it is watching the end credits roll and seeing how they green screened themselves into the original film.
"Dont worry it'll be a weekend to remember"
"That's what I'm worried about"
Urgh. My first thought whilst watching this indie Scottish slasher after the first 5-10 minutes was "I thought we stopped making films like this years ago. Decades ago. Just what does this film do exactly? Who is it for? People who have literally never seen a single slasher film before? Do they write characters who exist in a world where there's no such thing as horror films?!"…
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…