We’re back in South-East London as the Only Fools & Horses period-drama-sitcom-spin-off-prequel returns for a third and, given the tragic events of the weekend, probably final outing.The usual host of dodgy characters, hooky gear, crooked cops and terrible French make Rock & Chips a nostalgic journey through Trotter family history – but if you’re after vintage Sullivan you might want to stick with UK GOLD.
You can’t choose your family, but at least you can choose your friends, right? Guillaume Canet attempts to vocalise the complicated emotion-bank that is friendship by presenting two weeks of holidaying bessie mates, none of whom are Zach Galifianakis or Seth Rogan. Character substance over impromptu-tattooing? What brave new world is this…
It’s time to don the corpse paint and bullet belts, because Adult Swim’s Metalocalypse is back to wreak Deth and commercialised destruction upon the masses – and Season 3 promises to be just as totally freakin’ brutal as the first two instalments.
Oh, Russell. You’re very lovely, we’ve known that for many years, but when will you stop playing the embarrassingly over-privileged cheeky chappy with a history of raucous and debauched behaviour – all pretty method – and actually do something worth watching? Arthur is elaborate, sparkly, charming and ultimately pointless, like an ornamental unicorn goad carved from a huge rock crystal by blind nuns. Exactly like that.
Is anyone else getting really sick of these actually quite good US comedies that have hit the big screen recently? Does anyone think it’s about time someone put Seth Rogan and Judd Apatow in their place(s)? Well you’ll be glad to hear that writer/director duo Brad Kaaya and Craig Moss are here and they’re going to stick it to those Superbad jerks with their funny comedy in the only way they know how: toothless parody and dick jokes.
Every second someone becomes a victim of a crime; a crime that can threaten irreversible damage and destroy lives. The suggested route of reparation is largely ineffective, but the alternative is infinitely more frightening. It is an easy feat, if not a moral compulsion, to judge the latter course of action, but it is perhaps the privilege of those who have never had to confront violence to disparage the power to resist.
Director David Gordon Green (Pineapple Express) is back with frequent collaborators James Franco (127 Hours) and Danny McBride (Eastbound & Down) for a big-budget epic… stoner comedy? That’s right. Imagine Harry Potter if Harry was as juvenile and vulgar as, well, your average teenage boy and you pretty much have Your Highness.
Finally, Neil McCormick’s memoir has made it to the big screen! Wait, who? Oh, just some bloke who went to school with U2 who spent most of his formative years playing in a band with his brother and trying (and failing) to emulate their success.
Ah! A compelling tale of pride, jealousy and brotherly love served up with a devastating critique of record industry? Don’t count on it.
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