A mostly unneeded prequel to the massively successful, The Conjuring, Annabelle is nothing special in terms of story, reutilising many creepy doll tropes, as well the usual jump scares which populate modern horror. However, John R. Leonetti’s effective little horror is nowhere near as bad as the general consensus may suggest; it is a fun, competently made chiller with strong performances from Annabelle Wallis (talk about irony) and Ward Horton. It’s true it doesn’t really go anywhere, but it is…
Starts off a fairly average mumblecore with lots of talking and wine-drinking, before free-falling headfirst into unpredictable, completely and utterly untamed waters. Nothing is off-boundaries or too wild for Patrick Brice, and his assured directorial stance and fucking hilarious script propels this way past your average indie. Hella intense, with great performances from its central cast. Also includes the best use of prosthetic penises, like, ever.
I adore the medium of film. The fact that anything can happen, in any place, any time period, excites me in a way nothing else can. Of course, there's the stinkers of the movie world, but for every unfortunate event playing out on screen, there's two or three prodigious ones. However, the film world may be dandy and fresh, but there's one thing that has always got on my nerves.
Whenever a child star portrays a lead character in a…
This is the greatest film I've ever seen. Singin' in the Rain may be insurmountably good, but even with its great musical numbers and the unbeatable Jean Hagen, it still hasn't left a mark on me like Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) has. Almost an hour after seeing it, I'm still respiring for air, thanks to its exhilarating nature,…