Taron Egerton looks different to me in every film he’s been in – if I find myself looking at an actor & wondering who it is, I’ve started just assuming it’s him. Suitably ludicrous airport-thriller centred around getting a suitcase
Money Monster
Upon starting this we wondered how in the hell Roberts, Clooney and West could’ve starred in a film we’d never heard of – and upon watching it everything made horrible sense. This is a straight-to-video turd. Interesting premise, with some
John Wick: Chapter 4
Yes siree, the stories get stupider and the fights get longer – and in this case the film doesn’t weigh in much short of 3 hours. It’s all the quasi-balletic yet ruthlessly efficient John Wick vs. endless legions of bad
The Menu
How this ever got described as a comedy is a bit of a mystery – but whatever the genre I found it a compelling (if absurd) watch. Having read nothing in advance about it, I really enjoyed the ongoing jaw-drops
Margin Call
You’ve got to wonder how much dramatic licence was taken with this finance-boiler… The business arbitrarily shedding critical risk management staff to shave a margin was totally believable. The 2am fully suited boardroom sit-room complete with top exec who helicoptered
I Came By
Pretty bullshittish attempt to break Hugh Bonneville’s typecasting, by making him a sinister condescending racist kidnapper. A film interesting only for the fact that it’s got no good-guy.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
I’ve seen this a few times before (incl. the Swedish original, and reading the books), but rewatched cos we were on a boat sitting around in a harbour and there was jeff-all else to do. I suppose the thing that
Blade Runner – The Final Cut
I’ve got a bit of a funny relationship with this film. I *know* intellectually it’s the sort of thing that a nerd of my pedigree ought to love/live & be able to quote backwards. However I’d only ever watched it
The Double
I loved this. Richard Ayoade directs an off-kilter Gilliam/Brazil-esque vision of a Dostoyevsky story in which an inadequate man encounters, covets, interacts with, worships, and is plagued by a much more successful clone of himself. Making films is such a
Self/less
Ben Kingsley body-swaps to become Ryan Reynolds, and then a bunch of shit happened, and I don’t remember how it ended. Something about taking the red pills.