Category Archives: Movie

Fury (2014).

By its climax, it descends into the rather ludicrous in such a far-fetched way that even someone with no basic knowledge of warfare would be aghast at, though it never entertains the farcical.

But I forgive its transgressions as it’s so well put together, the action – no-holds-barred as one would expect from the trailers – is ferocious, and the characters all have their arcs. Most of them aren’t even likeable, which adds to the realism the movie achieves for much of its duration. 

And stranger things have happened in war, so our five-member tank crew holding off what seems to be an entire SS division for half a day isn’t that outrageous and insane. 

I think. 

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Superman (2025). Why?

A pointless excursion that feels numbingly déjà vu, this was devoid of invention, bereft of purpose.

A universe now steeped in desperate irony and improbably self-aware characters, this is just another messy, insipid episode from a never-ending series of cape-infused guff. It’s a draining affair, hopeless writers attempting and failing (miserably) a high-wire juggling act that comprises appealing to Every. Single. Demographic. Possible.

And there is no solid whole, no soul. This isn’t even a film but merely a recognisable image, a go-to archetype to flog when the chips are down. How many iterations of this wank are needed? It needn’t matter. There will be another mortifying reboot by the end of this sorry decade.

Superman? Super … fuck off.

I lasted 40 minutes.

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Dead Ringers (1988).

This is one of those gleefully macabre movies that upon reading the premise you know exactly who the director is. Yes, it’s David Cronenberg again proving that his oddball interests are not only weirder than yours, he’ll make a film about them. 

Two Jeremy Irons for the price of one, and this is the only time he’s gone nuts in a movie. These days, he’s your token British supporting bore. He turns up and he’s the same in every film, phoning it in.

A shame.

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Danny Dyer.

How this lad is somehow an ‘actor’ will never cease to beguile me.

Bye for now.

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Romeo Must Die (2000).

This turn-of-the-century slice of hip hop-infused kung fu hokum is worth seeing as a curiosity piece, and Aaliyah is so naturally gifted as an actress you do wish this was a stepping stone to more hefty material. It wasn’t meant to be.

The Timbaland-produced ‘Try Again’ is a banger and a half; the music video is amusing, as even in 2000 the lad was incessantly mugging and rolling his eyeballs like Judge Doom in Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988). The lack of self-awareness is nuts. Mate, you look like a plonker.

Speaking of which, the theatrically maladroit Anthony Anderson demonstrates that he was always an infuriating pudding to watch and hear and should not have ever been in front of a camera. He would for some oblique reason rock up in The Departed (2006), and I’d like to think his character’s grisly fate in that film has subtext.

Jet Li is fine but his martial artistry is ruined with cruddy CGI and I cannot fathom why it’s there. A desperation is in the works, like the commercial ramifications of The Matrix (1999) are still being felt and the filmmakers felt the need to ape the aesthetic.

But it’s entertaining enough. 

Banger Alert:

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The Bonfire of the Vanities (1990).

First viewing after years of hearing the most scathing reviews, and they’re not wrong.

I thought Brian De Palma was meant to engulf daft, badly scripted projects with his patented style; whatever happened, the movie is that of visual neglect, as anonymous as the work of the next hack.

I didn’t get any of it. Was it satire? Was it meant to be funny? Was there an underlying point to anything?

I didn’t believe a moment of the picture and even the title vexed me.

It’s as shite as they say, and Tom Hanks is as awful here as he has been anywhere else.

Rubbish.

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Nobody 2 (2025).

Lots of fun in this sequel, which ramps up the mayhem in a fairly inventive way.

In this tired, post-Taken (2008) period of the genre, you don’t really expect much beyond heads (among other body parts) being smashed, but it had some depth to it. I was reminded of A History of Violence (2005) in the lad’s inability to escape the ‘sins’ of the past, and that you can’t deny your true nature when confronted with the wrong ‘uns. And the redoubtable John Ortiz features – one of the best character actors out there.

Unfortunately, Sharon Stone was mostly annoying in a limp, unconvincing turn as a demented big momma crime lord, but I suppose that’s the point.

You’re rooting for Saul Goodman to tear her a new one.

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The Brutalist (2024). Wow.

This is what it’s all about.

A work of pure cinema with a mastery of style, I felt I was in the presence of Bernardo Bertolucci, Stanley Kubrick, and Martin Scorsese all at once.

Even the opening credits are some of the most enthralling I’ve seen; their arrival is unexpected, their form unorthodox in this monumental drama. It feels like a throwback to a time when a film was an event, but this marries the grandiose with the human element, searing, mind-blowing images sans any spaceships or capes.

The air of dread that simmers in this magnificent work is startling. You’re aware it’s all building to an unfathomable crescendo but can’t look away.

It’s always a privilege to watch a fucking amazing film.

This is one of them, privilege and film.

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The International (2009).

An intriguing first scene that takes place in Berlin promised a good thriller; anything featuring Berlin is promising.

Nice font on the opening title, and the once omniscient James Rebhorn is briefly in it. Good job.

It’s so boring, though, and anything germane it had to say about amoral bankers was lost in the relentless, mind-crushing tedium. I was hoping for Jason Bourne meets Interpol. What I got was the urge to jettison The International (2009).

I lasted 46 minutes. 

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Last Man Standing (1996).

Another remake of Kurosawa’s Yojimbo (1961), this neo-western is rubbish and not even in a curious way.

I did have high expectations for the flick as Walter Hill is a top filmmaker and this was peak Bruce Willis, that post Pulp Fiction (1994) era when he would veer seamlessly between actioner and risky movies with a bit more depth to them. This is atrocious, though, from the stupid voice-over to the stupid things every character does, to the stupid framing and the sheer stupidity of the premise, and I felt stupid for sticking with it rather than just watching A Fistful of Dollars (1964).

Stupidity is the theme.

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