#572 – The Life And Death Of Colonel Blimp


Deborah Kerr’s hat, in her first scene of The Life And Death Of Colonel Blimp is equal parts grotesque and fantastic! They don’t make them like they used to that’s for sure. As for the film, did I enjoy it? ‘Very much’.

The Life And Death Of Colonel Blimp

#570 – Martyrs


Without a doubt Martyrs is one of the toughest watches I’ve had in a while. I did stick with it though. Was I pleased I did. Not entirely. It goes from the deeply unpleasant corners of horror to all out sadistic torture-porn. It’s a phrase I dislike, but it describes the second half of this movie. It’s justification for sustain scenes of brutalisation comes late, and it is without doubt a compelling idea, but is it enough. I’m not convinced. Want to feel disturbed and uneasy about the way you spend your leisure time, then watch this dirty fucked-up uncle of a film.


#569 – Kill List


Kill List is as good as it is fucked up. Ultra-violence and jaw dropping tragedy reign as Wheatley force feeds the dirty end of the crime drama genre some wretched stinking horror tropes creating an unpleasantly gorged flick that is disgusting in a way that means you can’t not watch it. Actually that’s not entirely true, as during one sequence my flat mate fled the lounge in terror. He’s a 32 year old man. Yup, it’s that good. I loved it. It’s different, challenging and constructed with style from the writing up. Ben Wheatley is one to watch.

Kill List

#566 – Dog Pound


Not sure about Dog Pound. Without the lead actor, Adam Butcher, this film falls in to obscurity without trace. However he manages to lift all that is average in this flick (just about everything) a notch or two with his turn as a psychotic youth in rebellion. The film might be by the numbers, but Butcher has that detached irreverence of fearless angry adolescence that was so pervasive in Clark’s Kids going on and although it has to be taken in isolation here, it’s just as worthy of your attention as it ever was.

Dog Pound Adam Butcher

#564 – Cafe De Flore


Cafe De Flore is a little odd. Unfortunately this only becomes apparent toward the last act of the film, which leaves the viewer, well this one at least, feeling a little cheated. Why? Because it’s not odd in a good way and the moment where you begin to realise what’s going on actually undoes the good of what’s gone before. Basically the story loses it’s bite. Everything is suddenly less real, figuratively and literally.

Cafe De Flore