Swingers is the money, baby!
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’.
My flat mates girlfriend’s acting career started and finished with Brothers Of The Head, which is the only reason we watched it. It’s crap and the ‘career’ was an unrecognisable moment that lasted less than a second. Snore.
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.
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.
Seeking A Friend For The End Of The World is awful on many levels. Honestly you can count them as you go… the clan I was watching it with managed to go well past the 20 levels of awful mark. If you do have the misfortune of catching this movie see how many you can spot.
Ok, so I’d never seen Dune, what of it? And in reaction to that sentiment I think it’s safe to say I entirely missed the party. I can’t say it rocked my world… though it did remind me fondly of PC gaming in the early 90s, a far more positive experience than actually watching the film.
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.
Why Casa De Mi Padre exists is beyond me, but then again it’s not an entirely bad way to spend 90 minutes, I guess…
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.