Ever wondered whether innocent midwives seriously questioned their careers after watching that alien explode from John Hurt’s chest? So have we. Some careers and films just don’t go together – and we’re here to make sure your movie-watching practises don’t get you scarred for life. Especially if you’ve carved a brilliant career in scar detection or something. SPOILERS AHOY!
Welcome to the Clint Eastwood dinking game! In celebration of Clint’s latest release (no idea what that is yet, but don’t worry, he makes more films per year than Nicholas Cage does) this is fun game for all the family. All you need to play it is a really, really well stocked bar, Clint’s entire back catalogue, and, if possible, a lie-in the morning after.
If you thought that feathered mariachi bands, chameleons facing Hamlet-esque existential crises, and Pirates of the Caribbean were, in and of themselves, essentially ridiculous, farcical concepts, you’d be absolutely right. Now throw these entirely unrelated absurdities together to create one great, big, superlative mash-up of ridiculousness, and you get Rango.
And for some equally and befittingly bizarre reason, it works.
After the recent success of True Grit it’s time we forget about aliens, doomsday stories and talking animals for a while and remember the art of film for real men – The Western. Let us recall the good old days- when 14 year old girls didn’t just hang out and have wet dreams about Justin Bieber, but went off with strangers to kill the murderer of their Dads and some Outlaws on the way. If you’re a fledgling Western buff, fear not – we’ve got the films you need to feel part of the action. Heck, you can almost smell the horse poop and cowboy sweat right on your couch…