Edge Of Tomorrow
Quite decent high concept near future SF stuff – Earth invaded by aliens, Tom Cruise as a dickish desk jockey dropped into frontline combat but caught in a glitch that sees him return to the same point in time every time he is killed – which does drag towards the end. Emily Blunt as the ‘Angel of Verdun’, a battle-hardened veteran who inspires the human resistance, the paper boy from Spaced, directed by Doug Go Liman.
13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi
Turns out Pain & Gain is not, after all, “the only Michael Bay film I will ever unequivocally enjoy”, which is a bit embarrassing, seeing as this is a gung ho sabre-rattler for American empire.
Still, less objectionable in its portrayal of The Others than, say, Black Hawk Down. Him from The Office (John Krasinski) and him from season two of The Wire (Pablo Shreiber) and him from The Camomile Lawn (Toby Stephens) are all pretty good.
Zack Snyder’s largely panel-by-panel retelling of the Alan Moore/Dave Gibbons comic book masterpiece somehow manages to flatten out and demystify everything that was so good about the original. Oh well.
Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge Of The Sith
Boy’s choice. Always with the bloody crappy 90s ones, FFS. “The one with the fire pits and Anakin becomes Darth Vader, daddy!” Yes, and so we have to wade through more than two hours of crappy CGI to get to the only bit he’s really interested in, which he already knows what happens in.
Only The Dead
Breath-sapping, dead-eyed stare of a documentary by Australian journalist Michael Ware, about his seven years covering the war in Iraq. Numbing, sometimes confusing, saddening.
Solid if not ground-breaking drama set in Northern Ireland in the early/mid nineties, with Andrea Riseborough a woman from a staunch republican family caught between a rock and a hard place. With Aiden Gillen, Domhnall Gleeson, Clive Owen and Gillian Anderson. Directed by James Marsh.
Documentary by Matthew Heinemann about anti-cartel vigilante groups on either side of the US-Mexico border.
Brian De Palma splices The Conversation into Blow Up, with a soupçon of Chappaquiddick and the JFK assassination and the Boston Strangler, all stirred with a Hitchy spoon. By no means perfect, but enjoyable (if you can get past the terrible of-its-time discoish score, and John Travolta being the lead.
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