Thoughts on movies, comic books, life, and other nonsense, by someone who should know better
Imagine my surprise when I discovered Goodnight Mommy was available to stream for free via Amazon Prime. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks looking for a good, English-subtitled version, and suddenly, there it was. No cash outlay, no rummaging through questionable torrents. The movie’s been on my watch list since I saw the trailer back in November 2015, so last night I put aside the night’s plans and settled down to watch.
Having seen a short trailer for this about six months ago, and on one recommendation (I don’t know anyone else who’s seen it), I settled down to watch A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night, written and directed by Ana Lily Amirpour. I knew it was a vampire movie, and that was definitely of interest to me. My love/hate relationship with cinematic vampires goes all the way back to watching the Hammer movies that used to play late Friday nights on STV when I was a lad in Glasgow. There have been some great entries in this genre –
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There’s a lot to like about writer/director Ted Geoghegan’s We Are Still Here, but it’s a mixed bag at the end of the day. Having gotten wind of it through some internet buzz, I rolled the dice, and I mostly came out ahead.
I’m an eclectic movie watcher for the most part, but I’ve tended to watch and review mostly genre movies for the purposes of this blog. But I’m not just a sci-fi/horror nerd. I like other stuff too, y’know! Hot on the heels of Friday night’s double-bill of Carnage Park and Southbound, I followed Jupiter Ascending with Antoine Fuqua’s boxing melodrama Southpaw, starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Forest Whitaker. Even if you haven’t seen it, you can successfully see every move the story makes before it happens. Continue reading “Movie Review: SOUTHPAW”
I’ll be upfront, I’m not a fan of The Wachowskis. For me they exist in the same bracket as M. Night Shyamalan – filmmakers who are still good on the directing side, and remain convinced they can write, even though it’s painfully clear that they no longer possess that ability. It’s been an incredible 17 years since the Wachowskis last wrote a good script. That movie, of course, was The Matrix, a movie that will remain a seminal action movie for decades to come, but whose inevitable sequels seemed more perfunctory than anything else. Whereas The Matrix Reloaded was The Brett Ratner-quality sequel, Matrix: Revolutions was the Uwe Boll capper, a sequel so spectacularly terrible it could have been done by people who hated movies. And since then, The Wachowskis have gone to make a string of unwatchable crap – (Speed Racer, Cloud Atlas) – culminating in their latest, and worst, effort Jupiter Ascending.
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 