Denzel Washington gives one of his best performances in Flight, a film with a stunning first half that almost manages to make up for the crashing predictability and formulaic structure of its final movement.
It's also fun to see John Goodman in a role that could be fairly argued as a Walter Sobchak reprisal. Hell, let us dream.
Little more than an indulgent re-imagining of the troubled production of Hitch's most famous film, Hitchcock will entertain lovers of Psycho with almost fanboy glee, and alienate those outside this tasteful target audience. Which wouldn't be a problem if the film weren't so caught up in recreating the staging of famous sequences from Psycho, and bringing the runtime neatly up to 90 minutes with an atrocious, hamfisted subplot involving Helen Mirren and a failed screenwriter. Nevertheless, it isn't without its simple joys, and film fanatics will be happy to grant it them.
And anyway, I'm still waiting for Godard starring Vincent Cassel.
Having just sat through what is almost certainly one of the most disgusting films ever made, and arguing with one person defending it, I have mulled over The Human Centipede II (Full Sequence) for much longer than it deserves. My conclusion is very simple: it is a gigantic, messy gore wank.
About as delightful as having a chunk of dry shit stuck to the hairs on the crack of your ass, this film is an inexorable 91-minute slog through some…
Harmony Korine's Trash Humpers was a difficult film to watch and is proving all the more difficult to write about. Its protagonists are disfigured men and women who stagger around blindly engaging in various acts of mindless depravity, spouting poetic dribble, singing unsettling nursery rhymes and shouting arrhythmic phrases such as "MAKE IT MAKE IT DON'T FAKE IT" and "GO TO SLEEP! YOU GO TO SLEEP!" They cycle around dragging doll torsos behind them, and forcefeed their friends pancakes soaked…