I've just seen a film that is so mindbogglingly awful, repulsively pompous & preposterous. Infantile hogwash that only appeals to the most primal impulses. I bloody loved it.
You'll be in the grip of Love's strangest trip.
Hitchcock always takes a devilish glee in pitting two men against one another, but his style has rarely been as effective as with this taut, edge of your seat thriller. All the Hitckcockian traits are there : the Wrong-Man-at-the-wrong-time motive, the doppelgänger-obsession (channelled through Hitch's daughter Pat Hitchcock's performance as Barbara) and an array of dazzling and masterfully planned shots (The ferris ride-finale is magnificent). Strangers on a Train is a…
While Pixar once took the reigns of smart, all four quadrant-orientated animated story-telling, current animation seems to miss the spark that's both igniting and fueling my childlike imagination. Watching The Iron Giant (for the first time, *bashfully ashamed*) reminds me that once there was an era, an era that wasn't dictated by pixelated worlds, humdrum storytelling and flimsy characters. An era that seems to be a forlorn past in the light of current affairs (Turbo, Epic, The Croods and another…