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Jack Reacher: Never Go Back (2016) As with the first film i haven't read any of Lee Child's Jack Reacher stories so neither know nor care if Tom Cruise is the epitome of Reacher. What i do know is just like the 2012 film, Jack Reacher: Never Go Back is a rollicking action thriller with breathless set pieces and in my opinion a terrific lead star. Films like this seem to have disappeared from our cinema screens at the moment which is a great pity as not everyone wants a stream of seemingly endless Marvel and DC product. |
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The Corpse. 1971. A mother and daughter form a plan to murder the sadistic patriach of the family. Michael Gough shows his well balanced acting in this as the sadistic domineering father and husband, from the out set it's a psycholigical mind games that are played out well. Yvonne Mitchell plays the wife who is tiresome of his antics and wants to escape but not until she has her revenge with daughter Sharon Gurney. I will say this the ending was a bit strange as in was it a dream or did the plan backfire, very tense atmospheric chiller that was enjoyable. 61i6EFcIK8L._SY445_.jpg
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“Hey, you son of a b*tch what did you sell me?!” “I’m sorry man, I thought it was just a monkey!” (Or something like that). Stupid as anything made for the Sci-Fi tv channel and is currently streaming on Netflix, but probe a bit deeper and it’s a decent critique on gun rights in America. You think guns will always protect you, but you’re wrong. Sometimes they’ll make your problem worse and even when it’s staring you in the face, you won’t be able to stop firing long enough until it’s too late. IMG_1579.jpg Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk |
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ELLIOT – Come, witness a space-janitor’s psychedelic encounters with kabuki cyber-goths, Max Headroom-esque robo-masks and something that looks a bit eldritch and wormy. Leave any quaint hankerings after story and plot at home though, this is a freeform drift into fuzzed ‘n’ scuzzed VHS poetics, so blitzed out with lo-rent opticals that half the time it resembles a neon kaleidoscope. There’s a pleasing seventies-era ‘Dr Who’-ness about some of the weirdness on show; the makers clearly knew how to get mileage out of a box of pipe cleaners and a few empty yoghurt pots, although the aforementioned barrage of filters and general lo fidelity give all that stuff a positively Lovecraftian dimension (I should point out however that sometimes this also amounts to multi-coloured visuals of people wearing rice crispy boxes on their heads as they wander up and down corridors… again. And again). Final reflections - a sort of collision between ‘Begotten’ and ‘Red Dwarf’ wouldn’t be too far off the mark. Also, you are only allowed to watch this dancing around in body paint in a dark room at 3 AM. BROTHERHOOD OF SATAN – Interesting ‘drive in’ era horror plunges us into satanic goings-on in a small desert town. It’s a strange affair, a film which wrongfoots the audience with a slightly wooden atmosphere before dissolving into a drifty, dreamy weirdness. There’s a starchiness to the single-set scenes in which the film’s protags, a wholesome lot stranded in the middle of nowhere, hang out in the sheriff’s office and try to get their heads around the occult siege that’s shut the community down. We get a dab of claustrophobia with this, but the sequences showing the Brotherhood and their creepy rituals take the film into far richer atmospheric territory, and it is here that we see a few of the kind of psychedelically tinged nightmare visuals that regional seventies horror cinema was often good for. ‘The Brotherhood of Satan’ is an effective slow burn that seems to accumulate a grim sort of delirium. Kudos to Arrow for (what for me is) a first-time watch. GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE – Mmm, I like this – not quite sure why, but I sense in it a subtle but infectious disconnect. It’s two orphans, a family mystery and a couple of murders, all very plain on paper… only, a few things just don’t add up. More than a few things really, enough to bring a frown to the casual viewer’s face as they begin to detect an uncanny seepage. Some examples of the latter tendency – the crazed chase sequence at the end, the weird use of DIY ballistics, the strange vibe of a hyperreal Californian fairy tale in the guise of bottom-of-the-barrel late eighties horror, the plethora of unanswered questions, like why on earth the character set up as a creepy rape-dude ends up as someone’s wholesome boyfriend… I could go on, but thankfully, I won’t. A slippery one, for sure. |
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Ha ha. No, these days I only get loaded when I write my reviews! I thought BOS was a bit clunky half the time, but the 'horror bits' were pretty lush, with a good consistent eerie atmosphere maintained throughout. But maybe spending eighteen quid a throw on blu-rays is just making me look for stuff that may or may not be there...
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It's not like watching three minutes of something on Shudder or Netflix, deciding it's no good, pretend you've seen it then move on. When you buy something you want value and give it your full time and attention. Because Brotherhood of Satan was on a cheap Mill Creek set which i only wanted for Mr. Sardonicus and only cost four quid it's possible i treat that film as disposable. I'll give it a rewatch this week and let you know. |
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As always Mr T GH gave me the same sense of WTFness ... "what am I watching here" etc. Will revisit at some point when I've hopefully forgotten most of it cough.
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