3 items from 2017
The Ghoul, 2016.
Directed by Gareth Tunley.
A cop goes undercover as a patient in order to investigate a psychotherapist involved in a strange murder case.
With Ben Wheatley (A Field in England/Kill List) credited as executive producer you can guarantee that The Ghoul, the directorial debut feature from Gareth Tunley, isn’t going to be an easy or straightforward viewing experience. Opening on a police investigation of a double murder in a suburban house in London, the story centres on Chris (Tom Meeten – Sightseers), a burned-out homicide detective no longer on the force but brought in by his friend Jim (Dan Renton Skinner – High-Rise) to help out as Jim cannot figure out how two people were shot three times each and still managed to walk towards the front door of the house. »
- Amie Cranswick
It was, for its time, the coolest comic book on the racks. Lucky for me, having just turned eight years old I was at the perfect age to best enjoy it.
In fact, I already was lusting for the comic by the time it hit my local drug store. The house ad promoting the issue had been running in several of the DC comics for a few weeks, and it intrigued the hell out of me. Back in those days when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, new comic book heroes were very few and very far between, even though 1958 was something of a boom year. DC had a title called Showcase that offered new concepts a try out – usually three issues. Yes, it was joined by The Brave and the Bold, but not until the summer of 1959. Showcase begat the Challengers of the Unknown, Lois Lane, the Metal Men, and the silver age Flash, »
- Mike Gold
The director of Jeune et Jolie returns with another slice of erotica-lite, in this tale of an ex-model in therapy who ends up with two lovers – who are twins
The softcore silliness and lite-erotic stylings of François Ozon’s horribly middleweight psycho-suspense thriller may yet give it camp classic status, like a super-porny version of Roald Dahl’s Tales of the Unexpected.
There’s admittedly a cheeky wit to the opening visual gag, which converts a gynaecological image into a crying eye. And it has what future cultural historians may come to think of as the best female strap-on scene since Myra Breckinridge. Who knows?
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- Peter Bradshaw
3 items from 2017