Author Archives: Ben Gould
Boiling Point (2021) is how you make a movie.
This was intense viewing, to say the least. The best thing about it is its reality – folk having a complete nightmare on the job and juggling like fuck. And it’s all over a bit of food.
It’s not a masterpiece, but Stephen Graham is fabulous in everything and I would watch him drive a milk float for 90 minutes.
Meet the Parents (2000) is forever hilarious.
It’s finally on Netflix, the streaming platform the excuse to watch once more what you’ve viewed 20-odd times already.
This is the ultimate comedy about Murphy’s Law, with one inane episode after another. But they are all credible and you believe every moment. It’s so well shot and edited, with the awkward reactions and expressions half of the hilarity. Moreover, it defines awkward. And there’s a seasonal quality to it, like it should be mandatory Christmas viewing.
Sadly, together with Analyze This (1999), it gave De Niro the impression he was first and foremost a comedian, and it kickstarted almost two decades of utter shite from the legend. This includes the truly horrid sequels to this masterpiece.
The Matrix Resurrections (2021). I turned it off.
I’ll keep this short.
I lasted 54 minutes but couldn’t take any more pain.
It’s nothing but a desperate parody of the original.
I wondered why or how Keanu Reeves was in it. It’s either blackmail material or the makers of this sorry sack of shit were in possession of another sad-with-a-sandwich meme.
It’s visually so anonymous and could be any derivative movie among a thousand.
It has nothing to say.
And every character in it I wished to flush down a toilet.
It’s pointless.
Bye for now.
