The Imitation Game (2014)

Friday, 16 January 2015

I think, by now, I've made my feelings about Benedict Cumberbatch pretty fucking clear. However, for those of you not paying attention, I'm more than happy to repeat myself. I love him and his weird alien, ottery face. There is very little that I wouldn't be happy to sit through just to watch him. Hell, if I sat through the abysmal and disappointing August: Osage County then I could probably sit through any old shit if I had his face for company. It also helps that the story of Alan Turing is one of the few films that genuinely deserves to be made into a film. The man was a fucking war hero but nobody was allowed to know about it. He saved thousands of lives and his work was key in the development of computer science: just think how much we all owe him. Such a great man deserves to be portrayed by a great actor.

Birdman (2014)

Saturday, 10 January 2015

I have to be honest with you, Michael Keaton is my favourite incarnation of Batman. No offence to Adam West or Christian Bale but there's something about those two Tim Burton films that just gives me so much joy. Quite simply, I love Michael Keaton and no amount of shitty Christmas films is ever going to stop that. So I couldn't imagine anything better than hearing Keaton was set to star in a life-mirroring film about the washed-up star of a Superhero franchise. Michael Keaton going all Being John Malkovich on us and get super meta? Jesus, I was excited. I have to admit that I spent a lot the film wondering whether I still would and, despite seeing the now 60+ year old running around in his grungy tighty whities, I probably would. After Edward Norton, of course.

Foxcatcher (2014)

Thursday, 8 January 2015

So 2015 is finally here. The time that film fans have been waiting for ever since their first viewing of Back to the Future II showed us just how different life would be. Unfortunately, the strike of midnight didn't open us up to a world of hoverboards, flying cars and shoes that lace themselves. Instead we're looking at an even more unbelievable situation in which Channing Tatum, following in the footsteps of Matthew McConaughey and Mark Wahlberg before him, is slowly becoming one of the most consistently strong actors in Hollywood. I ignored him until I saw 21 Jump Street and realised how funny and clever he could be. No longer just the hunky star of Step-Up and shitty rom-coms, I embraced the Tates... even though there has been something fucking weird going on with his face of late. As a person who always goes where the hype is, I've been looking forward to his latest film, Foxcatcher, for ages. Some of you may remember that New Year's Day 2014 saw me watching Anchorman2 because it was all my hungover state could handle. This year, my New Year's Eve was a much more sophisticated affair so I felt I could handle a better class of film.

Revival by Stephen King

Sunday, 7 December 2014

I never really know what to think about Stephen King. I have a great deal of respect for him as a writer and for his attitude towards the publishing world in general. However, the last few of his books that I've made my way through have never quite delivered the promise that his reputation makes for them. I fell in love with the gorgeous, pulpy cover for his 2013 book Joyland but found the final twist to be really fucking dull. Am I missing something? Or is this King of contemporary horror just a little pedestrian these days? Not terrible by any means but nothing to get excited about. Although, he always has this way of drawing me back in. My fucking huge TBR pile has prevented me from buying Mr Mercedes so far, his first 2014 release, but every time I see it on the shelf I get a little bit closer. It was the connections to Frankenstein and HP Lovecraft that persuaded me to break my book buying ban for Revival. If something connected to Mary Shelley then I'd probably be tempted to break anything to try it.

Dumb and Dumber To (2014)

Friday, 5 December 2014

I remember a fair few of the key jokes so I'm sure I watched Dumb and Dumber in its entirety when I was younger. However, if I did, it wasn't one of the films that made a massive impact on me. Still, when news of the sequel came out I was still hit with a wave of nostalgia at the thought of Jim Carey and Jeff Daniels reuniting as Harry and Lloyd once again. At least until I saw the first on-set picture of the pair. Then I just felt sad, embarrassed and old. The only thing I've seen recently that's more tragic is the S Club 7 reunion. I mean if Paul can no longer 'get down on the floor' then what's the point?

Us by David Nicholls

Monday, 17 November 2014

This years Man Booker prize long list proved two things: that last years embrace of female writers was a bit of a fluke and that the judges were going to extremes to prove that they were fans of more popular literature. Or at least this felt like the most likely explanation for the inclusion of David Nicholls' Us. Don't get me wrong, after one false start, I liked One Day as much as the next person. However, Nicholls' books aren't necessarily prize worthy; they're nice. A term that, in regards to literary works, takes on a sickeningly patronising tone most often applied to works enjoying unprecedented sales success. Then again, I have been known to be over critical so I thought I'd give his new, Booker prize longlisted novel a chance.... plus it was on offer at the time.

Gone Girl (2014)

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

(As I seem to be one of the only people on the planet not to have read Gillian Flynn's bestselling novel spoilers probably won't be an issue. On the other hand, if you're part of my team this may be verging on the dangerous ground.)

As I'll no doubt have mentioned by now (after all, deep down I'm still annoyingly Indie at heart), I never finished reading Gone Girl. I can't remember how far into the book I actually got but it was well before the 'big twist'. I just couldn't keep going with the writing and I thought it was painfully obvious where Gillian Flynn was going. Having learnt about the plot, it turns out my predictions were pretty accurate so I don't really regret my decision to stop. Life's too short for that shit. If my undergraduate dissertation had been as signposted as Flynn's bestseller, my tutor would have fucking loved me. However, I have a certain amount of faith in David Fincher and if anyone could make me like this story it was likely to be him. All I needed to do was convince my friend to go with me. Thankfully I had a secret weapon up my sleeve: the promise of Affleck penis.

'71 (2014)

Thursday, 23 October 2014

It was a busy Saturday afternoon at work when my friend suddenly decided I was a suitable back-up plan for her evening. I was spared an evening of bowling failures (spared... geddit?) thanks to her raging hormones. We'd seen the trailer for '71 when we went to see TheRiot Club although our reactions to it were pretty different. Whilst I'd seen a historically and aesthetically interesting thriller, she saw an opportunity to stare at Jack O'Donnell for nearly 2 hours. Never mind, eh? I can think of worse reasons to sit in a dark room on a Saturday night. Plus, she's been threatening to drag me to endless Zac Efron films for the last few years so I'm just too grateful when our interests overlap to really care why.

 
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