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A Week In Film #160: Never crossed a picket line

The Last Of The Mohicans
Michael Kenneth Mann takes on James Fenimore Cooper with assistance from Daniel Day Lewis.

It seems to be more a remake of the earlier, 1936 adaptation rather than a faithful rendition of the novel (I’m currently reading it to the wee man, and there’s shitloads in there missing from the movie). Certainly it’s a shame to change our hero’s name from Natty Bumpoo – reckon that would’ve played brilliantly in the UK market.

Damien: Omen II
Not as good as the original, but still strong stuff – this time the antichrist is a teenager at military academy, cue lots of grisly deaths. Bit long-winded towards the end though.

A Prayer For The Dying
Slightly crap IRA-man-loses-faith-in-armed-struggle film, with Mike Hodges directing adaptation of a Jack Higgins potboiler; apparently there was a bit of studio butchery in post, which explains a lot.

Mickey Rourke quite good as the gunman-gone-AWOL; Bob Hoskins quite good as the (ahem) ex-SAS trooper-turned-priest; Camille Coduri quite good (her from Nuns On The Run) as – get this – the priest’s blind niece; Alan Bates bloody annoying as London gangster.

Also early appearances from Liam Neeson, Alison Doody (Last Crusade) and Christopher Fulford. Nice period locations around London.

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Damien: Omen II title screen

Damien: Omen II
Haven’t seen this since the original trilogy was shown late night on ITV in about 1990. By now our devil child is enrolled in military academy alongside his cousin. It’s all about puberty, ‘I don’t understand what’s happening to me’ and shit. Some good scenes (one shamelessly stolen from The Birds, another is familiar to viewers of The Dead Zone) and a creepy teen Damien. Lance Henriksen does a good (actually, make that bad) turn as a platoon sergeant.

Omen III: The Final Conflict title screen

Omen III: The Final Conflict
By now our antihero is a suave and handsome businessman, completely self-aware and ready to fuck shit up. Sam Neill is deliciously satanic. Mostly it’s all a bit hammy, though.

True Colors title screen

True Colors
John Cusack and James Spader as chalk-and-cheese best buds from college from opposite ends of the social spectrum whose lives diverge, morally and professionally. Dark, but could have been darker. The class prejudices are very distasteful.