Rewatched Brotherhood of the Wolf last night. In summary, it’s basically Hound of the Baskervilles with kung fu and gorgeous frocks. Very beautiful, very silly and very long.
Val Kilmer, why do you even bother making movies anymore? Your heart hasn’t been in it since that dreadful Mars flicks some years back — and the rest of your body has been following suit ever since. You were a stunning looking man back in the day. These days you just look kinda lost, wandering from scene to scene like a guy at a conference who’s forgotten which floor the party suite’s on.
Double Identity was a piece of shit, with a pointless storyline half arsedly ripped from North by Northwest. I slid into a coma at the three quarter mark. Even then, the end credits didn’t get rolling fast enough.
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Continue Reading...I’ve been ridiculously busy of late but I just had to pause for breath and post a mention of the latest Luc Besson cinematic offering. I am so busting my pants to see this film. Rob did a detailed blog post about it a while back on Undead Backbrain but here’s the gist:
Luc Besson of The Fifth Element, The Professional and La Femme Nikita fame is currently in post-production of the first film in a planned trilogy, based on the adventures of Adèle Blanc-Sec, a female journalist in the 1920s (and beyond). The lovely and vivacious Adèle is the creation of comic artist Jacques Tardi and in the course of her extraordinary adventures she isn’t averse to dealing with reanimated mummies, rampant dinosaurs, demons from hell and other super-normal conspiracies.
I can’t wait. I really can’t.
Continue Reading...Coughing our guts up with lurgi last night, we piked on our Sydney dinner engagement and stayed on the couch to watch Moon.
I really enjoyed it so tonight, in the mood for more space action, we rewatched Alien 4. Now, I always liked that flick but recall critics and friends alike giving it a solid bucketing at the time it was released. I had completely forgotten it was written by Joss Whedon — or perhaps at the time that name meant nothing to me. No matter. What became quickly evident tonight was the underpinnings of Firefly within the script.
Smershy is doing well — his swollen face has almost returned to normal. I have a sore butt and knees from an hour and a half spent bike riding this morning, and a smug sense of satisfaction from all the synopsis plotting I’ve done over the past three days. But best of all, looks like I’ve finally stopped coughing!
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