Letterboxd — Your life in film

That initial sighting rooftop to rooftop is the stuff of nightmares. Feels like somebody woke up and feverishly wrote that down. Maybe that’s how we got here. If this was 85 they might have pushed it out a bit more with the gore. But I understand its purpose. It’s a middle class home invasion sleeper like Poltergeist. Wide audience needs that festive message.

Christmas Day TV viewing. I’ve seen this twice now. Actually doesn’t do a bad job of setting things up, but It’s juggling act falls at precisely the same place everytime I’ve watched it. Just after the theme park centre is overrun. It loses all momentum and I suffer from amnesia.

Never big fan of post Brian Eno Talking Heads. Which there’s a lot of it here. They mollowed out and lost the danger. But this won me over from David’s 808 Psycho Killer.

Still think it’s biggest crime is just having Flashlight by Parliament just in the closing credits and not the backing to them cruising passed some mad fucking neon supernova.

Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7. No other piece of music can convey the inevitable end.

One of my Dad’s cousins was an extra in ZARDOZ. They filmed around the foothills of Wicklow Mountains in Ireland. Never found out if he was one of Connery’s exterminators or a brutal.

It’s about loss and when to run. Thats Empire Strikes Back enough for me.

SNOWED IN’ FILM No.2 

My favourite past time is watching the opening of this film with people who’ve never seen it before...

Swan song to growing up in the cinema. Dante is the greatest.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

The tension that is built by the sound of something ominous and mechanical, eerily echoing around that bombed out town. He still has it in him.

The Tiger Tank is the Shark. 

Edith Piaf is the Indianapolis.