Fuck you, dog.
From the Archives: Triangle (2009)
6 Jun
Director Christopher Smith is slowly emerging as one of the most interesting young filmmakers currently operating in the thriller-horror genre. Having cut his directorial teeth on the superbly spooky London Underground-set “Creep,” Smith changed tack with his follow-up, “Severance,” a grisly horror-comedy. Subverting the genre is clearly something Smith seems particularly comfortable with, even intrigued by, so it should come as no surprise that his latest offering, “Triangle,” ventures rather neatly into psychological thriller territory, albeit with a delicious twist.
Batman (1989)
6 Jun
Batman… Batman… Can somebody tell me what kind of a world we live in, where a man dressed up as a *bat* gets all of my press?
Prometheus (2012)
2 Jun
Revisiting the Alien universe was always going to be a risk for Ridley Scott. Alien was the film that cemented his reputation as a visionary auteur and is rightly regarded as a classic, a sublime example of atmospheric horror. Three sequels of varying quality established a sprawling world, one that Scott had long hinted that he was interested in exploring further, his interest particularly piqued by the mysterious Space Jockey, whose fleeting glimpse in his original work posed questions that have never been answered. Whilst Prometheus puts that quandary to bed, its ambitions and scale are far loftier than merely acting as a prequel to the series, which proves to be a refreshing yet frustrating approach.
Iron Sky (2012)
31 May
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.
True Romance
31 May
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
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