Archive for November 2018

12 posts from 10 to 27 November 2018.

  • Sightseers

    The accidental Bonnie and Clyde, except complete cretins. Reaches Nathan Barley levels of idiocy.

  • Crash

    Contrived coincidences cannot create cockups. Consequences cleanly cutoff.

  • The Ninth Gate

    Polanski’s Eyes Wide Shut. Just an excuse to see his wife naked, yuck!

  • Django

    The men with a name that drags a coffin around.

  • Predestination

    A story that warps around itself so much, it exists on a vacuum. The best metaphor are those Teletubbies pink sludge bowls.

  • Sicario

    Simplicity is when you remove all unnecessary features, you get this. A film that’s all meat, no fat.

  • Murder on the Orient Express

    Stratospheric cast does an adaptation while Agatha Christie was still alive! Goddamn brilliant.

  • Suspiria

    Flash Gordon meets Braindead, but not as developed as any of those.

  • Suspiria

    Remake in name only. This has more in common with mother! and Black Swan.

  • The Grand Budapest Hotel

    This is what passes for a soft Wes Anderson film. Not something profoundly sad as The Royal Tenenbaums, a fun romp, visually and orally bliss.

  • The Deer Hunter

    Classic Russian Roulette sports film, with a backstory related to the effects of ‘Nam on a rust belt small town. Can be read as both “rah rah ‘murica, evil Vietcong” and “war is hell”.

  • Utøya 22. juli

    In this “fake” single-shot film, the fascist is never seen up close, only the victims matter. Fuck fascists, you will not replace us.