Two things, specifically, make the Romans attractive to filmmakers: Christians, and depraved emperors. As a result, they’re now are cemented in cinema as dastardly villains, mad emperors, sex crazed ladies, and gays. Probably incestuous gays. Or bestial gays. Or whatever the worst thing you can think of is. And quite rightly so, the Romans were bastards; that’s why I like them. So here, in no particular order (except number one, which is definitely number one) are my favourite Romans in film.
Confirming that the only person in the world capable of loving Jaden Smith is his own father, After Earth makes a mockery of the sci-fi genre. Predictable, boring and occasionally unintelligible, M. Night Shyamalan has once again made a rather large misstep in his career. Whatever talent he may have once had cannot be seen in After Earth, not in the story, the photography or the direction. In a year replete with big-budget sci-fi like Oblivion, Elysium and Star Trek Into Darkness, After Earth has the Best For Film Official Guarantee to be the worst of them all.
Look up the name Joseph Kosinski and you’ll find woefully little to fill out even this excerpt. He made a name for himself in advertising by creating eye-catching commercials that were laden with computer graphics and imagery. His foray into feature film came at the hands of Steven Lisberger (director of the original Tron) who hand picked him for the director’s chair of the sequel, Tron: Legacy. His debut was nothing short of a roaring success, setting up his latest sci-fi adventure as a thing to behold.
It’s Minority Report + Mad Max + Wall-E + Tom Cruise Shouting At Things – Oblivion looks great!