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It gave me a headache but it was worth it. Fast, violent, clever and
Some reviewers are whining about characterisation. Henry isn't supposed to be a character, he is purposefully left blank for you to inhabit. Sharlto Copley doesn't play a character, he plays about a dozen, all brilliant, and he makes the film's most amazing non-violent scene. Henry's wife Estelle isn't supposed to be much of a character, she is just the McGuffin that motivates Henry. There aren't any good female characters (apart from, briefly, a couple of hilarious kick-ass whores) because this isn't a woman's film. The villain is superb, Danila Kozlovsky is unforgettable as the smug, smirking albino Akan. I wanted to be him.
The plot made perfect sense to me. The soundtrack is pounding. The action is totally immersive. Technically this film IS ground breaking.
If you can tolerate shaky-cam and you like action this film will knock your socks off.
There have been a few good werewolf movies recently and this is one of
them. The plot is logical but unpredictable enough to keep you
guessing, the action scenes are well staged and the blood and violence
are laid on nice and thick. The shaky cam wasn't too annoying (or it
might have gotten a nine) and the story structure, pace and editing are
well judged. It takes a few liberties with porphyria (you can't catch
it off somebody and you don't detect it with a corneal impression,
actually it's a stool sample but that would have been a different
movie) but otherwise it all makes enough horrible sense.
Brian Scott O'Connor as Talan Gwynek is a living special effect, the man is huge, like a hairy Lurch. I hope there were at least some prosthetics gone into making his captive scenes otherwise I don't know how he gets about in public. He is one scary MF.
Yet another different and interesting take on the traditional movie monster.
Usually I hate werewolf movies that use real wolves for the werewolves
instead of special effects monsters, but in this film it works instead
of feeling like a cop-out. This isn't a horror film, it's a
supernatural love story along the lines of the Twilight saga, but
whereas that irritated me instead I found this film enjoyable.
It's pretty. The young cast are pretty (especially the men), the wolves are pretty, Bucharest is pretty and made good use of. The acting is good, photography, editing and direction are all well done, the story is okay and I actually found myself caring about the characters. The action scenes are convincing enough. It builds it's own little world and tells an engaging, exciting, sweet little story.
A good one to watch with your girl friend.
Not quite as good as Dog Soldiers (the great British werewolf film) but
close enough. I love werewolf movies and this one satisfied me. Clean
linear plot, no time wasting. Just enough introduction to establish
character and situation before it kicks off and the events progress
from then on with logic and conviction.
Werewolf movies stand or fall on the quality of their monster and this one has very good werewolves, quite different from the usual model but definitely scary and if I came across one of these in a forest at night I might actually soil myself. They aren't pretty. The scariest part of a wolfman is the man, not the wolf. I hate movies where the monster is kept in the shadows all the way through but this one gets it's bad boys out early and shows them off.
The humans are well done too. Good realistic acting with almost no stupid "why are they doing that stupid thing?" moments. The action scenes are violent, bloody and claustrophobic. If you like werewolf movies this one is definitely worth your time.
I used to work in the British space industry (15 years building
satellites for BAe and Marconi) and this is the first space sci-fi
movie I have seen in years that didn't make me want to throw a shoe at
it. The ship design and space physics are flawless, and when we
eventually do this for real this is what it will look like.
The story and acting are excellent, and the tension is built up steadily and convincingly without any of that annoying modern trend of having the astronauts behave like petulant teenagers. They act like professionals, very far away from home, facing the unknown.
I worked briefly in a hydrazine lab and the stuff really is that nasty. Worse than nerve gas.
I loved this movie. Clever, spectacular, moving, funny and violent.
Loads of action. Flawless special effects. Huge battles. Hideous
aliens. A platoon of totally convincing obnoxious British squaddies
with shoulder mounted smart cannon.
The mind-bending narrative is gotten across fairly clearly but you do have to think hard, though thankfully not as hard as Twelve Monkeys which actually gave me a headache. Every performance is spot-on and I think Cruise is getting better as he gets older. Amidst all the gory hyper-violence his sense of humour is perfectly judged enough to make you believe in the character.
I think Tom Cruise is the only A-list actor who consistently picks good sci-fi scripts. This one is brilliant.
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Cosmic disturbances are causing a new ice age, spontaneous heart attacks and Ugandan levitation, but John still takes time out from flying to work in Calgary to stop over in New York so his champion ice skating soon-to-be-ex-wife Elena can sign divorce papers. She is so good that her performances earn enough money to support an entourage of 50 in luxury hotels all over the world but they have discovered she is dying of heart failure and so have ordered 3 clones from Eastern Europe so they can kill her and work the clones in continuous 8 hour shifts, but the hit goes wrong and the assassin shoots all 3 clones instead by mistake. With their old friend Michael's help John and Elena flee to Russia by train but get off at the wrong station and freeze to death. Meanwhile John's brother Marciello is trapped in the sky, unable to land his plane anywhere because of the ice age and an overdose of anti-fear-of-flying drugs, and so cannot deliver his report to the UN on the cosmic disturbances, which due to brain damage caused by the drugs overdose he believes are caused by a love shortage.
I'm a huge fan of the comic 2000AD and the character Judge Dredd since
1979, and this film completely satisfied me. They changed all the right
things and kept all the right things. Director Pete Travis tackled the
problem of filming a comic book by making something that looks nothing
like a comic book and more like an action movie shot on location, with
a simple linear plot that keeps rolling and never slows down.
Megacity 1 is made markedly less futuristic than the comic in order to become so believable that it is hard to tell where the real slums of Cape Town end and the CGI kilometre high city blocks start. I have an uncomfortable feeling that in less than a hundred years cities like this may actually exist.
The comic Judge's uniform works on paper but can't in real life - giant golden eagles, shoulder pads and bronze name badges hanging off a leather one-piece body suit would sag, wobble and look daft. The movie gives us body armour that looks like it actually gets used whilst keeping the helmet exactly the same. The effect is striking and believable, like everything else in this film.
The plot revolves around a drug which makes time seem to slow down a hundred times, the perfect excuse for scenes of ultra slo-mo explosive bloody (and beautiful) anatomically correct violence that earn this film its 18 rating. Not a kid's movie at all. Every supporting actor looks like they came out of a gang documentary, scarred, nasty, sweaty and mean. Lena Headey totally kicks ass as the ruthless gang lord Ma Ma, calmly relishing the deaths of her enemies, eyes sledging from narcotic addiction.
In a way this is Olivia Thirlby's movie, since she gets the character arc, rookie judge Cassandra Anderson assigned to Dredd for evaluation and finding herself on a very steep learning curve. She is vulnerable, spikey and tough as called for, vital to the movie in order to balance Dredd.
How do you play Dredd? He is the opposite of a character. He has no personal arc, never changes or grows. He has no sense of humour, the comic finds that by placing utterly deadpan 'ol stony- face in ironic situations that reflect off him. And where do you find an actor prepared to wear a helmet obscuring everything but his mouth and chin for the whole 95 minutes? Karl Urban must be a huge fan himself to play the part so right. One reviewer described his performance as "ego-free" and it is. I didn't see Urban anywhere in this movie, all I saw was Dredd.
Me and Dredd-heads everywhere thank you Karl. You smashed it.
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A retarded couple decide to adopt a cat and arrange to collect one from
a sanctuary in a month's time when it has finished medical treatment.
They are warned that if they fail to collect on time it will be
euthenized. Realising that this awesome responsibility will mean the
end of their old lives they decide to live the next month as if it is
their last. He quits his old job and finds an even worse one, while she
quits hers and seeks fame as an internet sensation, failing miserably.
She either consoles or punishes herself for this with a shallow sexual
relationship with an older creep who makes his young daughter dig her
own grave then buries her in it up to her neck at night. Her depressed
boyfriend consoles himself by confiding in an octogenarian philosopher,
and the moon. They are both so absorbed by their own pathetic little
problems that they miss the deadline and the cat is put down.
The cat knows nothing of any of this, only that it is going to be adopted some time in the near future. In its occasional monologues to us it describes its joy at knowing that soon it will be taken home by a kind, caring couple and that it will never be cold, or wet, or hungry, or lonely ever again. After death it describes its surprise at finding itself, in spirit, still in the same cage, apparently for ever.
I'm a cat lover and this broke my heart. As soon as the film finished I found my cats and made a huge fuss of them to cheer myself up. They thought I had gone soft in the head.
Samuel Becket wrote plays about people like this, infuriating because of their inertia, their complete inability to move forward with their lives and find joy, or even authentic misery. His plays only make sense to me if I decide that these are not characters but thoughts inside someone's head. His plays are about unproductive thought, the ideas that stop us from finding the will power to seize control of our own lives and instead make us weak and passive. The pathetic 30-something couple are a circular internal monologue that cannot be defeated through discourse, an ego game that can only be abandoned altogether by an act of will. The cat is a baby, a better job, a better house, a move to another town, or anything that promises the possibility of change, unless it is forgotten about because the thinker cannot rise above his/her ego games.
The cat is The Future.
Cat lovers: does that help you to feel any better?
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I usually only revue stuff I like so that I don't sound like a whinger,
but for Touchwood I'll make an exception.
Dr Who fan since '63... wanted to like it... etc etc. But this is the problem - slack writing.
The 3 families are in control of everything? And they didn't notice The Silents (also in control of everything)? And Torchwood didn't notice them in 200 years of planet-saving, even with all their alien tech & ability to hack any computer? And Captain Jack never read a history book? This was NOT a temporal incursion, or even alien, just an episode from human history, so he has NO excuse for not knowing. Either they still control the world in A.D. 5050 or the whole incident was considered too trivial to be worth writing about. He keeps saying that "the twentieth century is when it all changes" without being able to remember even the vaguest details of how. Maybe he's just thick.
What planet is this happening on? Old Dr Who used to be on planet Earth but this planet has had so many First Contacts it's not the one I live on any more. It has seen Slitheen crash in the Thames, worldwide armies of ghosts followed by Cybermen materialising in every home, Daleks swarming over London, 1/3 of the human population hypnotised into standing on precipices, webships destroyed over London, the American President disintegrated by alien balls (just before the paradox machine sang, remember, and therefore so will everyone else), the Titanic swooping over Buckingham Palace, worldwide toxic smog destroyed by flaming sky, fat walking across London and being beamed into a giant Close Encounters Of The Third Kind spaceship, a hospital taken to the Moon, a sky with no sun and loads of alien planets and a full scale Dalek invasion with flying saucers thrown in, New York destroyed, entire 2012 Olympic crowds vanished, everyone on Earth turned into The Master Race, Atraxi threatening planetary destruction via every radio on Earth, every human child hypnotised and now worldwide immortality for months.
Would anything still surprise us? I mean, in Touchwood World now, if someone came up to you and said "I was abducted by aliens last night" you wouldn't make polite noises and carefully slide away you'd probably say "Really? Which ones was it this time?" and be really interested and swap stories.
World-changing plots are okay in a one-off feature film but in a series they leave the audience punch-drunk. In RealWorld any attempt to expose The Three Families would be dismissed as paranoid fantasy but in TouchwoodWorld people are so traumatised by now they must be ready to accept anything. "A worldwide conspiracy to control governments through the banks? A manipulated recession? Is that all? No aliens? PHHthhhbbb...."
TEN episodes and then we see a huge red crack and ABSOLUTELY NO BLOODY EXPLANATION!?!?! That is crueller than enslavement by Dalek invasion or surgical Cyberconversion. When I realised that that one single question was being very deliberately not answered if possible I might have actually given the writer a slap and I'm not at all a violent person. Come on. No explanation at all? Really? Not even a hint? SLAP! 2 whole episodes trying to expose gas ovens? That's a journalist's job, not one for a crack team of alien-hunters lead by a bisexual immortal from the 51st century. And nobody seemed that bothered anyway. They're incinerating hopeless cases? Damn, and I would have wanted to keep them lying around. Forever.
Sorry, but I could not have cared less about Gwen's dad. Given the chance I'd have lit the damn match myself. Face it, he wasn't getting any better.
What was all that about blowing up blood banks? Were the family feeding it blood to control it? Would have been nice to have been told, instead of having to write half the story myself in my head.
If the miracle/blessing/missing/blericle went right through the planet how come its crack was vertical? What was on the other side of that thing? What was at the top? Did it go right through the Raknoss ship at the Earth's core? Or the Silurian colonies in the Earth's crust? Bad design. And I think RTD's subconscious fear of cracks is starting to get out of control. Or was it some kind of subconscious admission? "There is a giant, unfillable CRACK in this story!"
The world's biggest secret behind a spare door in a restaurant and they let the old lady keep the key? Had it been in her family for generations? Why not brick it up? Or padlock it on their side? Why wasn't it more clearly labelled "Intruders' Entrance"?
Half the CIA being traitors working for a load of rich bad guys I can totally believe. And Bill Pullman was excellent.
I feel better now.