Watched three films yesterday, first up:
The Look of Love - A relatively lightweight, but highly entertaining biopic on porn.. sorry.. adult entertainment mogul Paul Raymond. I really like Steve Coogan anyway, and his brand of humour seems intact as his Raymond comes across as a charming and very funny guy. It has a nice balance of humour and melancholy, although the film is certainly on the sympathetic and celebratory side. On leaving the cinema I walked past the Raymond Revue Bar in Soho as I do numerous times, but this time with a quiet respect for the man behind it.
Iron Man Three - I'm no comic book aficionado and take all these Marvel adaptations with a pinch of salt, but this was good. Much better than part two, the series has matured nicely and it had a nice balance of entertaining bad guys, humour, and some very nifty set-pieces which it maintained throughout its running time. Satisfying spectacle then, and thankfully low on the Paltrow/Downey-Jr bickering - a schtick I was already bored of after the first two films. I've almost forgotten it already, but as big screen entertainment goes it ticked the appropriate boxes and greatly amused the other half and I for a couple of hours.
Switchblade Sisters - Jack Hill does Warriors with women, and good stuff it is too - all sass and trash talking in which a dangerous new girl gang recruit finds herself receiving the unwanted attention of her explosive leader's boyfriend. Loyalties are tested as the gang take to the streets (and the local ice rink) to battle a rival gang. Hill directs with gusto, and with a great cast (including Lenny Bruce's daughter playing the gang's punching bag) there's rarely a dull moment.
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