Someone tell North Korea there’s something they actually need to mourn
While more and more employees of News of the World are set to be detained at Her Majesty’s pleasure, we’ve been making a list of all the people we think should be locked up. Like Rebekah Brooks, these sly foxes have gotten away with it somehow (although unlike Rebekah Brooks, they are all fictional characters in movies). It’s time we put the world to rights and take matters into our own hands – all rise for the court of long-ignored crimes.
Larry Crowne is the second directoral attempt from Tom Hanks, and is a film that you want to love so much that you end up liking it, just a little bit. The onslaught of college-based clichés are almost balanced out by the few genuinely funny comedy moments that pepper the film, and Julia Roberts is at her least annoying in years.
One minute you’re basking in rapturous applause, gratefully clasping the most coveted of all tiny golden men, and the next, well, you’re teaming up with Ashton Kutcher for yet another kooky road comedy. We explore the terrifying curse of the Best Actress Oscar, and pay homage to those poor souls struck down…
Something for the ladies this week… those sweet, gentle ladies who want to get gloriously, chundunderingly wankered. In short, the best kind of ladies. This week, how to drink like a roughly-tattooed captain if all you’ve got in stock is Hugh Grant wearing a variety of demure shirts.
As a rule, sellout films usually contain a colon and/or a number. We’re looking at you, Speed 2: Cruise Control. Yet, the definition of a ‘sellout’ is tricky, because producers are very good at making shit smell like roses, and before you know it you’re on the set of National Treasure: Book of Secrets. When you see a film and think, ‘what the devil is Globey McOscar doing in this?!’ we’ve got the three reasons behind their decision to sell their soul.