A touching tale of two old dogs reflecting on mortality and fatherhood - almost like The Bucket List sequel you never knew you wanted but with more bang-bang-shooty-shooty, Liam Neeson punching people in the face and Common doing his best Terminator impression.
In all seriousness, though, after this and Non-Stop I'm basically in the bag for any future collaborations between Jaume Collet-Serra and Neeson, provided they hire an editor who isn't sugar-high ten year old. This was a big bowl of fun.
EDIT: Well, shit, turns out the editor is Craig McKay, who edited The Silence of the Lambs. What happened?
Despite all the adulation directed at Still Alice during awards season, I was convinced that it didn't exist and was in fact an elaborate ruse to get Julianne Moore an Oscar. The conversation was so dominated by Moore's performance and how great she is that the film itself became an afterthought. Having now seen it, I'm still thoroughly unconvinced that it's a film, but I totally understand why the conversation was so unbalanced. The cruel irony of this well-intentioned and…
After growing weary of the relentless praise bestowed upon Whiplash since its Sundance premiere nearly a year ago, I entered the cinema with no small degree of scepticism; expecting, I suppose, a moderately curious but ultimately facile ‘little-indie-wot-could’ á la Birdman, another film that people wouldn't shut up about (and more power to them) before its belated release in Britain. But, fuck, this film had me in the palm of its hand and I’d be a fraud if I suggested…