#1000 – Lost River


Lost River… Oh, Ryan.

Lost River


#999 – Night Moves


In Night Moves buying fertiliser is a tense experience, and everyone looks unkempt and unwashed. I like that though, and I like this movie, besides it’s impossible to take an immaculately groomed environmental terrorist seriously.

Night Moves

#994 – Stand By Me


Stand By Me is a great movie. Admittedly the voiceover does seem to be at a tangent most of the time to what’s actually occurring in the narrative, but it’s easy to forgive this, such is the charm of the tale and its four leads.

Watching it again though it’s extremely apparent how talented Phoenix and Feldman were, it’s a sobering thought given the trajectories of their careers and lives. On the other hand, “Lollipop, lollipop, oohooh, a-lollipop…”

Stand By Me

#993 – Foxcatcher


From Carrell’s nose, through Ruffalo’s receding hairline, to Tatum’s underbite Foxcatcher is vile. It’s tone is washed out, it’s dialogue curt and everything is saturated with what was nasty about the 80s.

Add to this uncomfortable, unpleasant and uneasy male grappling (and excessive spandex) across the board, and you have one of the most unsettling films I have seen in a long time. It’s a grim tale, grimly told and it’s a spectacularly accomplished piece of filmmaking.


#992 – Mad Max: Fury Road


It’s beat perfect. Mad Max: Fury Road has been made by George Miller in a way that suggests he is unaware of the tired turns the action genre has been taking since he delivered the franchise’s original instalments.

Simplicity rules in plot, beside an assumption that the audience can fill in back story regarding both narratives and characters from the subtle details Miller allows to shine in the midst of the chaos. It is a joy. Every bit as good as you’ve been told it is and all with that strong feminist reading front and centre. Inventive, stylish, engaging and relevant; cinema is rarely this impressive, “Oh what a day, what a lovely day!”

Mad Max Fury Road Tom Hardy