Kylie Bucknell is forced to return to the house she grew up in when the court places her on home detention. Her punishment is made all the more unbearable by the fact she has to live there ... See full summary »
Rima Te Wiata,
When podcaster Wallace Bryton goes missing in the backwoods of Manitoba while interviewing a mysterious seafarer named Howard Howe, his best friend Teddy and girlfriend Allison team with an ex-cop to look for him.
Haley Joel Osment
65 years after a masked serial killer terrorized the small town of Texarkana, the so-called 'moonlight murders' begin again. Is it a copycat or something even more sinister? A lonely high school girl, with dark secrets of her own, may be the key to catching him.
Wallace, who is burned out from a string of failed relationships, forms an instant bond with Chantry, who lives with her longtime boyfriend. Together, they puzzle out what it means if your best friend is also the love of your life.
After Iggy's long time girlfriend is murdered and the whole town agrees he is the killer, he awakens one morning with horns and the townspeople soon confess their sins. Once knowing the sins of the people, he is facing the true killer of his beloved girlfriend.
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When Ig tells his brother Terry to swallow all his pills, Terry puts a few in his mouth and uses the little bit of liquid in his glass to swallow them. There shouldn't be any liquid left after that. In the next scene with Terry, the glass is full, as he swallows more pills. See more »
People say you should always do the right thing, but sometimes there is no right thing. And then, you just have to pick the sin you can live with.
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Joe Hill's novel severely stomped on. Pantomime horror minus the horror. Full review #TheSquiss: http://bit.ly/1wTo9Wb
I'm cheesed off, and that's putting it mildly. Do you remember all those fine Stephen King novels that were completely trashed by low budgets and inept directors before Rob Reiner tackled Stand By Me and Frank Darabont sprinkled magic on the near-perfect The Shawshank Redemption? Well, it looks like King Jnr, aka Joe Hill, is doomed to suffer the same fate. Joe Hill is a fine novelist, at least as good as his dad was at the start of his career, but if Horns is anything to go by, he's in for the same painful journey, watching his work trashed on screen until his own Darabont arrives in 30 years time.
Ig Perrish (Daniel Radcliffe) is struggling as the town pariah in the aftermath of his girlfriend's murder. While her family and the town mourn the death of Merrin Williams (Juno Temple) and point their clenched fists at Ig, he begins to sprout a pair of horns. Evil, it would appear, is oozing from him.
The trailer for Horns was mightily impressive. It excited me and instantly became one of my 'must see' films of the autumn. And that's as good as it got.
Director Alexandre Aja's ham-fisted bodge job has filtered out most of the reason, much of the fantasy and all of the horror of Hill's novel. We'll gloss over the annoying voice-over that appears every time Aja runs out of ideas. We'll bypass the donut scene that should be unnerving, a little bit funny and just the slightest bit sexy (in a warped way) and just accept that it becomes an embarrassing mistake. We'll even gloss over the pointless cameo from Heather Graham as an oddball, once again on ham duty rather than acting. These are but minor annoyances.
What the &*%$£@! did Aja do to the horror? At no point is Horns even remotely scary. Not once did I jump or cringe or gasp or wince. No, that's not true; there was plenty of wincing but it was due entirely to the performances. From the screaming child to the embarrassing receptionist, Horns is riddled with pantomime performances best consigned to an Ed Wood cast-off. Heather Graham is in very good company here.
Even Radcliffe, who has wowed on Broadway and showed promised on the screen post-Potter is back to the awkwardness of HP & The Philosopher's Stone. After a similar performance in What If, 2014 is probably a year he should expunge from his CV. Bring on the promise of 2015.
Horns is amateur hour spread across a painful 120 minutes. It is clumsily directed, crash edited and shoveled onto the screen in the belief that the viewers are idiots too stupid to follow a sub plot. There is an over reliance on flashbacks and as for the 'did he do it, didn't he do it' mystery, frankly, who cares?
Horns is a one star film that earns a second for two reasons: 1. Juno Temple, who brings light and joy to almost any screen she graces and, 2. Heather Graham. Ham or not, it's Heather Graham.
Alas, neither compensates for the wanton destruction of Joe Hill's work. Somebody send out a search party for Darabont.
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