Sunday nights are always perfect for a 1980s actioner, aren't they?
Wanted: Dead Or Alive isn't a very good example of the type, by all accounts. There are too many things wrong with it and not enough that are right with it but, in true 1980s actioner style, it has more than enough moments for you to never be in any doubt as to where you are and what you're watching.
Rutger Hauer's hair, for…
"Art can't be controlled by the taste-buds of lunatics."
With it having been 4 years since the release of the original Video Nasties: Moral Panic, Censorship & Videotape, I think Video Nasties: Draconian Days easily circumnavigates any question of it being a cash-in.
The fact is that there is arguably even more to be said about Britain's treatment of so-called video nasties or films in general with sexual, violent or profane content. It would be great at some…
Let's try again. It's actually about Abel Xavier.
I think I definitely needed a night to ponder Under The Skin and in all honesty I could probably do with a lot longer. What concerned me is that the longer I leave it, the more of the thoughts I gathered on the film would disappear. The memory's not the best with this chap.
Jonathan Glazer's first two films, Sexy Beast and Birth, were films that I went in to…
So I've spent the last hour quietly gibbering, a spell of gibbering that was paused for a few minutes so I could eat some Ritz crackers. I'm still slightly gibbering but I'm going to bed in a bit so I'm hoping I'll be okay in the morning.
Really, I'm just stalling for time before I have to review this. Does it show?
I'm thinking of which method I should employ here? Should it be:-
1) Try a…
Looks like the Coens can do remakes after all!*
It's probably a strange thing to open a review with, but I want to get something that really irritated me out of the way first regarding one of the few negative reviews of True Grit that I saw when flicking through Rotten Tomatoes.
Some git called Rex Reed claimed that Jeff Bridges was crap in this because his performance…
The question most people seem to have about A Serious Man, judging by the reviews I've read, is "What's it actually about?"
A lot of the time I don't think it matters what a film is about. I often find myself going round in circles trying to get to the bottom of this subject and losing sight of whether I enjoyed the film or not. Actually, I have…
Now here's a film where the infamous Weinstein scissors could have been put to good use.
I wasn't as wildly enthusiastic about the original The Raid as many people were. I still found it to be a really enjoyable action film albeit with a couple of major flaws. I was quite confident that Gareth Evans would address those flaws for his follow-up - except he hasn't really. He's also picked up a couple more along the way.…
Goodness me, what a dull film.
It seems to me that the response of many filmmakers to the immediate success and popularity of the James Bond films in the 1960s was to make their spy films as disproportionately slow as possible. It might have worked once or twice in the Harry Palmer series but elsewhere the response was a failure.
The Bond films (usually) being more exciting and action packed than its rivals has nothing to do…
When people punched each other in old film noirs, they REALLY went for it.
They really did give it the full wallop. There's a fantastic and really vicious fist fight and pier six brawl near the start of Private Hell 36 where no punches are pulled at all and is a great example of this. This is how these fights should be pitched. Just two people pretending to knock seven bells of shite out of each other.…
Well, the World Cup's over now so I've gone back on the films. I'm sad the World Cup's over but it does mean no more Sam Matterface and Clarke Carlisle, so every cloud and all that.
No-one who's not British will know what the fuck that meant but you're better off not knowing, really.
O Brother, Where Art Thou? is one more Coen brothers that I hadn't seen…
I remember No Country For Old Men.
I first watched this a few years ago when I was suffering from the flu. I think it's a testament to what a great film it is that even viewed through a forest of snotty tissues, Lockett wrappers and Lemsip fumes it still managed to utterly captivate me from start to finish.
I really admire the way the Coens set about…
The interesting thing about pretty much every rewatch I've done of a Coen brothers film is that I always think they seem to get better each time.
I'm unsure, however, if that is the case with The Man Who Wasn't There. It has been over 10 years since I first saw it and I really didn't remember much about it aside from what happens to James Gandolfini and…