Now that Film4’s Frightfest has been and gone, leaving gory red stains of blood and viscera all over London (pity the poor street-cleaners), there’s a somewhat tamer festival of all things film for the capital to embrace. Called the Peckham and Nunhead Free Film Festival, it does exactly what it says on the tin, exactly where it says on the tin. The festival has a diverse roster of films and events, all of which are wonderfully free.
It’s Friday. The Olympics are over, summer is on the way out, and you’re dreading winter and its impending dark mornings, dark evenings and long, long working days sandwiched between them. What better way to make yourself feel better than by getting drunk and looking at someone who definitely, definitely has it worse than you.
Ladies and gentlemen; the Adam Sandler drinking game.
Things could get awkward if they discover the ruins of Waterworld.
Tom Hanks, Natalie Portman, Michel Hazanavicius and World War 2. Do you think this might get a few Oscar noms?
Savages is curious, in that it’s not the sort of film you might associate with the often solemn, politicised pictures of Oliver Stone. In contrast, this is a lively, breezy crime-thriller, buoyed by a sunny tone, some very dark humour, and – a few bland leads aside – some very memorable characters.
Presumably, after years of working with Bay, they’re pursuing more intellectual projects.