Nine cover versions that are better than the originals. Because it is possible. (Disclaimer: They are not all bangers; I just love that word.)
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Dredd is the best movie I’ve seen this year. It’s better than The Dark Knight Rises. It’s even better than The Avengers. It’s the best movie I’ve seen since The Immortals*. It is seriously good.
‘So why didn’t anybody watch it then?’
Continue reading “If Die Hard had a baby with Robocop …”
The Bechdel test, otherwise known as The Rule, determines whether a film, or any piece of popular culture, shows gender bias.
The rules are:
There are two female characters
Who talk to each other
About something other than a man.
Before you scoff, try and think of a movie that passes. It will be tougher than you think.
For example, these all fail (yes I made this amazing gif!):
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Fritz Lang? Is that you?
Shadows and Fog review
Spoiler level: Nothing that can’t be remedied with a blow to the head.
Shadows and Fog is a German expressionist murder-mystery, set in an unnamed Kafkaesque town in the middle of the night.
A serial killer is on the loose, and Woody Allen’s character Kleinman is reluctantly recruited into a group of vigilantes out to catch him.
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Rambo: First Blood review
Spoiler level: First Blood is as old as me; if you haven’t seen it yet, tough.
I love this poster. I love the red mist, and the way they etched out Sylvester Stallone’s giant cake hair and gave it an outer glow. And then, because that would have been too subtle, added two more, progressively madder, Sylvester Stallones in the background. Rambo: First Two Clones.
Continue reading “They drew first blood, not me.”
I watched Mighty Aphrodite the other day. When I realised what it was going to be about, I checked the release date (1995), then I checked when Woody Allen left Mia Farrow for her adopted daughter (1992). This post basically wrote itself after that.
Woody Allen, Mia Farrow and Soon-Yi Previn in 1986
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To Rome with Love
Spoiler level, on a range of Zero to Barry Ronge: 5
Woody Allen’s latest, as we seem required to call it, is not bad.
Continue reading “The 43rd Woody”
Hey girl. The content of the shots in itself is not so important as is the joining of two shots of different content and the method of their connection and their alteration. (Kuleshov, The Art of Cinema, 1929)
Ryan Gosling has two expressions in
Drive: blank, and almost-blank – but everyone agrees he’s brilliant. Why? Because of early Soviet cinema. Continue reading “Jy dink jy’s cooler as Kuleshov”
I watched Matrix Revolutions yesterday. What a pile of shit.
Continue reading “Matrix Revolutions my arse”