There can be few premises quite as exquisite as the one mooted by Iron Sky. 1945 and with the Third Reich on the verge of collapse, the last vestiges of the Nazi party flee earth to establish a base on the dark side of the moon, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to return to Earth and restore Nationalsozialismus. That would be enough to whet most appetites, but the story behind the six year long production adds an extra dimension to this already stellar promise.
mid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you’re so cool, you’re so cool, you’re so cool
There are many strange legends in the Amazon. Even I, Lucas, have heard the legend of a man-fish.
Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
Either they don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about what’s going on in the hood.
No, if anyone orders Merlot, I’m leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
Artfully sadistic and elegantly hypnotic, Gareth Evans’s “The Raid” is a master class in brutally stylistic and simplistic storytelling. Ostensibly a traditional cops-vs.-bad-guys frenetic beat-’em-up, Evans executes his tale with such flair and guile that this is far superior fare to comparable genre pictures. Evans’s appreciation of and fascination with the Indonesian martial art Pencak Silat ensures that every punch and kick hits the mark, subjecting his audience to a relentless assault on the senses.
crash/burn 