Vincenzo Natali’s Splice, much like the genetically manipulated subject of the film, is a hybrid. Living up to its title, the film splices modern fears about genetics with the traditional monster movie, mixing in elements of a psychological drama and dark comedy for good measure. It is a Frankenstein’s monster of a movie that sometimes lumbers around awkwardly under the strain of all its parts, but ultimately remains a fascinating, original and horrifying beast.
It has been confirmed that 007 will play journalist Mikael Blomkvist in David Fincher’s American adaptation of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
Disney is to childhood what e-numbers are to turkey twizzlers. I for one can’t imagine what my formative years would have been like without Uncle Walt’s cartoon critters filling my mind with home-spun, all-American values. Safe to say I probably would have used my own imagination more, but what child wants that when you can just watch Aladdin? Not my 7 year old self – before you could say ‘made in Taiwan’, I had enough Disney related lunchboxes, books and toys to deserve a sponsorship deal.
Before watching I Hate Luv Storys I was a Bollywood virgin. I was aware of some of its conventions – its vibrancy, its musicality, the way it revels in artifice – but beyond that I was painfully naïve. So, armed with my postage-stamp sized amount of knowledge of Hindi cinema, I set about popping my Bollywood cherry. Sadly, like so many hungover 16 year olds, I find myself instantly regretting this awkward first encounter. Bloated, dull and repetitive, I Hate Luv Storys has nothing to offer beyond reheated romantic clichés from Hollywood and Bollywood alike.