He’s back on another teasing rampage
Action figures from Tarantino’s new film Django Unchained have come under criticism for being in poor taste.
Returning with another crash course in revisionist history, Quentin Tarantino invites us to buckle up and cast our minds back to pre-Civil War America for a trip through the South’s slave circuit. Bold, bloody, and arriving after what must have been a very short stay in the editing room, the ‘Southern’ epic Django Unchained is finally here.
The Man With The Iron Fists is more of a bloviated vanity piece by lead/director/writer/composer RZA than an homage to Chinese martial arts cinema. Proving that mediocre and poorly-edited action sequences are no substitute for a coherent screenplay, this film is an hour and a half of unenjoyable tosh that never even approaches the level of violence, gore, or fun that it promises. Someone better wrap RZA in a warm blanket and put him back to bed, he’s obviously not ready to be doing films yet.
The D is silent.
Bursting with humour, poignancy and a good healthy splash of blood, Martin McDonagh’s follow-up to In Bruges is a crazed masterpiece featuring standout performances from its leads. In many ways a barmier, bloodier companion piece to Charlie Kaufman’s Adaptation, Seven Psychopaths is on one hand an intricately worked out, highly self-referential film that’s all about the creative process. On the other hand, it’s an excuse for a ragtag band of brilliant characters to stand around saying funny things to one another. And really, what more could you want?
Star Wars VII has been in the public consciousness for barely over a week, but the relentless rumour mill has been out of control. Everyday yet another potential director is added to the Star Wars VII list, and yet another takes themselves off with a sarcastic quip about how Disney’s Star Wars will star Minnie Mouse with a lightsaber. Here is a recap of all the guys still in the running, and those who have jumped out the Millennium Falcon.