shit as I thought?”
I could've tolerated its anaemic 37-minute running time, forgiven how it reused footage from the previous and current ep several times over in some kind of present-day-flashback-suspenseful-character-dynamic-building narrative device, and waited out a pace as slow as a well-meaning am-dram parlour piece. (I've been here before: I watched all 800 fucking hours of The Cult so I'm a goddamned TV watching badass.)
So when two female superheroines arrive to rescue our mere mortal protagonist, and the first one — having been expressly warned to never turn her back on the superpowered antagonist —turns her back not once but twice and is swept aside, and the second one has a glass jaw, I'm like, “Yeah, this is shit, alright.”
23 May 2015
22 May 2015
The long-awaited Elysium had a jaw-dropping trailer and premise but the final product was really just District 9 on a bigger scale. I hoped it was just a sophomoric misstep.
Watching Chappie is like watching a very expensive assembly of the dumbest parts of Star Wars Episodes I–III, Return of the Jedi, and Robocop 2 and 3: a tedious asssult of infantile characterisation and insulting story-telling that no amount of action can save.
02 May 2015
The casting is what got me interested: the always — always — awesome Vincent D'Onofrio as the villain, and the ever underrated Scott Glenn as a crotchety ol' cuss of a mentor. A wonderful surprise is Rosario Dawson who has the best lines and chemistry with lead Charlie Cox who inhabits the character well enough but is surprisingly the least interesting thing in Daredevil.
Overall, the show hits the right notes, taking cues from each of the Frank Miller and Brian Michael Bendis runs that respectively humanised and grounded the character in the comics, and efficiently builds a world — nay, an arena — for hours of future fun.
24 April 2015
17 April 2015
Better to quit while you're ahead, but. Seasons one and two remain the standouts, with this final season a not-all-that-close-but-still-decent third. A bit like its sidewindin' dialogue, the other seasons meandered a little, even repeated itself some, but Harlan County was always a welcome place to spend thirteen hours each year.
The show captured Elmore Leonard's ear for dialogue and eye for character, the guest and supporting characters often stealing scenes and hearts with their tiny and often tragic arcs. I'll miss Damon Herriman's little-boy-lost Dewey Crowe, Duke Davis Roberts' Forrest Gump-gazzumping Choo Choo, and Ron Eldard's foggy-stoner-killer Colt just as much as Marshall Raylan Givens and his nemesis, Boyd Crowder.
Good enough to buy and add to the collection.