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Ironclad (review)

What did Bad King John do after signing the Magna Carta, agreeing to let his aristocratic vassals rein in his power? He didn’t go to Disneyland, if you thought that was it. Nope: he almost instantly turned around and tried to smite the bastard barons who dared to defy him. The year is 1215, John is fighting back, and a small band of hearty warriors hole up in Rochester Castle with its lord (Brian Cox: Red) at the ass end of John’s kingdom, while they wait for French reinforcements. Ironclad is the true-ish story of an English Alamo, when fewer than 20 men (and a few women) held off King John and his army of Danish mercenaries for longer than anyone imagined they could. That really happened. It’s probably not the case that its nominal leader was a disillusioned Templar conflicted over both God and war who seethed and
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female gazing at: James Purefoy

I’ve been watching Injustice on ITV evenings this week, the 5,745th crime drama on British TV this month, which distinguishes itself by having the good taste to star the beautiful James Purefoy: Purefoy distinguishes himself by being naked onscreen a lot: I love Purefoy in Beau Brummell: This Charming Man, a movie that is all about looking at men and finding them beautiful: I mentioned Purefoy is naked a lot, right? Cuz he is: I’m posting pictures like these every weekday-ish, of a man who is attractive and desirable, because I like to look, dammit -- and because the female gaze doesn’t have to be such serious business. (If you have a suggestion for someone we should female-gaze at, feel free to email me with a name or a link to a particular photo.)
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Review: Solomon Kane

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Solomon Kane starts out reasonably enough. Within the first ten minutes there’s a naval battle, haunted mirrors and James Purefoy, snarling like a lunatic. It’s daft and makes very little sense, but it’s also fun, that peaks just before the opening credits, with Purefoy’s Kane leaping through a window to escape being dragged to the depths of hell.

Unfortunately, post credits the film takes a severe downturn. To

avoid his infernal fate, Kane has renounced violence and found God. He’s also become one of the most tedious characters ever committed to celluloid.

For the next ninety minutes Kane mopes around a fictionalised England, where towns are adorned with hanged corpses, and witch-burnings are a fun spectator sport. This basic idea could actually have worked, even taking into account the fact that the baddies are essentially cast-offs from Lord of the Rings, but writer/director, Michael J Bassett,
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