Macon Blair, chum
to/star of Filmplop fave Jeremy Saulnier's flicks, has written and directed his
It's a story about a
woman trying to reclaim possessions stolen from her in a burglary. Her strange
neighbour teams up with her and they go looking for her gear encountering many
peculiar folk on the way.
For the first twenty
minutes this feels like it's gonna be a drab, uninvolving film but it's just
laying the groundwork for the off-centre, very funny, well acted, exciting
nonsense/caper it turns into with a fairly bonkers ending.
Must be something
good in the water in whatever town Blair and Saulnier come from. Cracking
A film that pretends
to be a reflective, sombre study of how time catches up with us all, no matter
how resillient you may be to its effects.
Although it's still
mostly about car chases and genetically engineered soldiers with robot hands.
It also feels like
it's too little, too late. The first two X Men films were cracking good fun and
felt like something different. However their success is, at least in sizeable
part, responsible for the saturation, the absolute avalanche, of increasingly
tedious, bland, homogenised and plain boring superhero films that, along with
the now yearly Star Wars flick, seem to utterly dominate and suffocate popular
If there had been a
gap between the first two films and this one, it could well have made it into
my, I dunno, top 200 films?
It would have had a
much more potent impact, the story of how even the strongest of people weaken
with age, both physically and in the force of their convictions, if we had seen
the young and heroic Wolverine saving the day then, two decades later the
battered, scarred shell he'd become.
That is of course
wishful thinking when talking about films, or most things in this world, when the
reality is that anything that can be commodotized, exploited, exposed and
profited from will be commercially wanked to death ensuring that every last
drop of cash has been squeezed from our collective cock.
So, yeah, it is good,
we did like it. It does have a little of the tonal rawness such a film
deserves, the performances are all excellent. It even, early on in the film,
flirts with making a few political statements, in that spineless, Hollywood
kinda way. The action scenes are done well although there isn't enough of them
(I know that sounds a little contradictory, but when all's done, you want an
angry Wolverine ripping the fuck out of the bad guys!), there's some decent
chuckles and it's visually spot-on...
But it's too
tarnished by its association with the films before it.
Probably my favourite
thing about this film is that it lead Charlie Brooker to describe Wolverine as
"looking like a cross between Noddy Holder and a cutlery drawer".
Dolph Lundgeren plays
a fellow who bimbles around small towns trying to stop them being taken over by
a murderous demonic enitity who passes from one person to the next by leaping
into the body of the person who kills the current host.
A bit like the film
Fallen, but much cheaper, sillier and more forgettable. Fun enough for what it
I didn't watch this,
Podd did. Controversial at the time as two actors pretend to be cowboys who
enjoy a spot of the ol' bumming. Gosh, how very boundary pushing.
I dunno, chuck many
millions at a production, hire two young, cinegenic actors to look emotionally
conflicted and explore a side of sexuality that both confuses and comforts
them, and the world weeps in support as they hand over the Oscars.
However, dress up in
a gimp suit and throw DVD copies of 'Leathery Fist Pluggers' at people on a
commuter train and you get a furious Daily Mail piece.
A pair of YouTube
prankers get the tables turned when someone decides to give them a taste of
their own fucking nonsense.
If only more 'online
personalities' were made to suffer horribly. Don't get me wrong, I was born a
couple of decades too early to have any great awareness of the people who
inhabit and support that world, but, from little I've seen, a great number of
them could really do with at least a bloody good shoeing.
I mean obviously, a
big part of that opinion is because I'm a portly, balding, middle-aged
grumpfuck who's shitting away his life watching crap films and doing a ballsack
job who would love to earn my keep pissing about in front of a camera and
having fun like these horrid little smiley-faced hairstyle streaks of piss,
but, also, much of the output offered by these e-kids is utterly devoid of
personality, originality or any kind of substance and fill the gaps with empty,
brightly coloured screechy fucking nothingness.
I guess, from that
perspective, age doesn't matter and we're all wankers.
Don't you just love
the way I stay focused on the films I'm reviewing?
A young woman moves
to a cabin in the middle of nowhere as she believes it'll help the long-term
recovery of her brother who was left quadra-spazzed on a life-glug* in a car
accident some months before.
Sure enough, before
they've unpacked their slippers and DVD box sets, the brother shows great signs
of improvement by getting up, walking around and murdering someone.
Unfortunately his recovery is mostly down to some unpleasant demonic spirits
using his body as a carriage to get up to all sorts of mischief. Those pesky
Like many, many other
films it pretty much becomes a cover version of Evil Dead, but unlike many
others it does enough right to be enjoyable in its own right.
That is enough for
you to decide if you wanna watch it or not.
*Ta, Chris Morris. I
wish he'd do loads more stuff. He made TV in the '90s worth watching.
once again, last year, the camp suffered some, er, regrettable incidents. We
ask that this year, all attendees wear a full suit of armour and chainmail at
all times. Now, obviously, being based around lake side and waterborne
activities, we also ask that everyone wears their armbands and life
swimming and bathing?"
"Yes, Tammy, I'm
afraid so. It's a health and safety measure that we're kinda tied to from the
insurance point of view. Getting the policy renewal was a real pain in the
murderer is dead! Surely there won't be more deaths this summer?"
"No! Of course
not... Eight or ten, tops, but otherwise it should be a calm few weeks."
A generic plotted but
enjoyable, well acted crime thriller.
Such films are always
welcome, but the fact that this one was written, directed, scored and
co-starring a 15yr old is impressive. Fuckin' good work young fella.
OK, he's the son of
Larry Fessenden (who's always worth a watch himself) so he's, no doubt,
got better insight than most into the workings of a film, but there's no denying
the kid's obvious talent. If he's on the cusp of his upward curve, this young
fella could be shitting out globally recognised classics before he can shave
Third year lucky! This season we've taken every precatuion and remain confident
that the majority of people who stay here for a holiday will not be murdered.
Tim, over to you"
Okay, you all know the layout. The catering cabin is available for hot meals
and snacks from 7am until midnight, the boating lake is strictly daylight hours
only, the minibus into town is Tuesday and Friday at noon, the nurse is
available during office hours and, everyone, try and avoid the woods by the
creek as Nigel spotted some seven foot tall fella with a machete wandering
around earlier. He might be a local land owner and the last thing we wanna do
is upset them!"
After a number of
people were horrifically murdered at the site the year before, the current
owners of Camp Certaindeath decided to throw the gates open for another season.
Fingers crossed that it's event free, eh?
Film about some
humble village folk whose way of life, and actual lives, are under threat from
some property developers who want to develop property, I assume. Or drill for
oil. Or just kill them or something.
Anyway, the villagers
speak of some deity who lives in the nearby river who will come to their aid
when things are at there worse.
Sure enough, some
nameless, short slim chap waddles out of the water and into their village. He
may or may not be the saviour they are hoping for. He certainly takes a novel
approach to helping them when, as the baddies turn up that night and it kicks
off, he stays hidden while a number of innocents die.
He does, eventually,
help the remaining oppressed grow a collective pair and leads them to a
conclusive confrontation with the baddies.
Film's been described
as a western set in a jungle, which is pretty fair, paralells with High Plains
Drifter being the most obvious, in particular the 'not of this place' origins
of the nameless hero.
Worth seeing just for
the visuals alone, it's a beautiful film to look at, and the story's not too
Some science fiction
thing. Or something about dentists?
Why does dentist
training take so long? It's not like other medical specialist areas where, say,
a complex diagnosis will require observation, case comparisons, medication and
dietary finesse, great variables and a wealth of experience.
It's, surely, more
like "Ah. They look OK, keep brushing regularly." or "That
molar's a bit fucked. I'll get me pliers."
Fuck knows what the
film was though. Too long ago to remember now.