Cats the world over breathe a sigh of relief as Curiosity lands on Mars. What will the NASA rover tell us? What will it find? Dust? Martians? The tattered remains of John Carpenter’s dignity? We humans had a real thing for the fourth rock from the Sun in the late 90s, ushering in a host of dreadful films about Mars whose Wikipedia blurbs end with ‘a critical and commercial failure’.
We all know the legendary stories about Stallone writing Rocky. He had to sell his beloved dog because he was so poor, but bought it back when he finally sold..
Expendables poster = parade of badmen.
Except the writers don’t know the word ‘antagonist’, so let’s just say BADDIE
Boaz Yakin attempts to shrug off the conventions of the usual smash-everyone-audience-included-into-submission action film with his new Statham vehicle Safe. Initially thoughtful and controlled, but never quite committing to the restrained tone of its opening half hour, all of Safe‘s positive traits fall a little by the wayside in favour of, well, smashing everyone into submission.
Nicolas Cage finally gets the kudos he deserves by having a film made about him (well, his stolen comic book). Humble Nouveau-Shamanist that he is, Cage won’t be playing himself.
How you’re supposed to fight your way through the spiky cinematic maze of Tinkers, Drivers, Abductors, Soldiers, Warriors and Soul Surfers is anyone’s guess – it’s damn fortunate then that a bit of orangey vitamin C will enhance your eyesight in the dark confusion. What? Oh whatever, all vitamins are the same, probably.
Although Best For Film Towers is still rooted in dreary old London (we’re talking to both Howl and Count Duckula about an upgrade), our intrepid scribbler Hannah is overseas soaking up the celluloid glamour of the Toronto International Film Festival. Ever wanted to know how well Canadians queue? Well, your luck’s in…
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