I'm with that Mubi group and get my cinema ticket per week of a film they're involved with, and it's rarely a dud. Ok, when the price goes up for me soon i might have to rethink it, but even it just under £20 a month i'm cinema-ing it 4 times a month for no extra cost. This week i saw...
Whilst in mid-shoplift going to the butcher section at the back of Fine Fare and asking for a tray of leftover sheep eyes, and watching each splat under bus or car wheels.
All a tad embarrassing, to be sprawled and slain on the floor for so long, but for times in the first half we felled ourselves at the meagrest to gain advantage and opportunity near the box.
Get the friggins outta here! Without them being back to back you sort of expect there to be a flow in the building of a franchise. I'd also expect it to be Villeneuve's franchise with his particular style and sound bombardment a part-unique identity of these films.
Plan to massive screen watch...
Another few days off for me this week, and therefore films to squeeze in. Monday afternoon was of course for Dune 2. A chap with two tubs of popcorn stopped me momentarily as i walked through to ask if i was to see it, his face aglow with the thought of what was to come, both cinematically and...
I'm down with MOH and High Noon. What a cracker.
I'd recommend the films of Budd Boetticher. Brief, just and vivid portrayals of the unpeopled spaces of the lawless west.
A couple of films to speak of.
Firstly, as last week almost closed with a gruffling whimper, was The Taste of Things. It's the story of a kitchen, grandiose and natural and obscene in its warmed perfection, where gourmet food is engineered and rejoiced over without a flinch. It's France in the...
A continuous week of cinema visits for Meade. A mixed bag of results. I'll begin with the worst, which i just returned from: Madame Web,
I'd mostly forgotten her as a comic book character, only recalling really about halfway through, and my comicbook knowledge ended before she was ever a...
My son and his mum headed off to warmer climes for halfterm, so there was only one combination of events for me to form: longish-walks, overeating, saying a word to barely anyone, and cinema. Luckily the last mentioned has been quite good thus far, particularly with last night's wild-eyed...
I doubt he lurks online though, like us general guessers and fretters, unaware directly of the wheeling and dealing attempted. He should ideally have a clear picture and decide whether to hold that against us, or fire up the troops he has for an almighty season closure.
I cried 4 times during All of us are Strangers, and not for it being of low quality. It was rather very good, and reading about it only improves it - Japanese ghosts, the director using his own childhood house as one of the locations. It felt personal and true and lovingly haunting.
That second half was a thing of beauty, as I perched silently in the home end behind the goal. Utterly bossed it and had plenty of chances. Their defenders were going down with cramp, having barely touched the ball, as our players strolled and coaxed and prodded and planted pass after pass. I...