A whole two months earlier than expected!
Blood and Ice Cream all ’round!
Would you like Steven Spielberg to come over there and lick your toes clean, Michel Hazanavicius? That’s probably the only accolade left.
A merciless exploration of rage, shame, paralysis and bitterness, Tyrannosaur would be nigh on impossible to watch if it wasn’t also absolutely hypnotic. Staggering central performances from Peter Mullan and Olivia Colman add powerful weight to a sparse, unpretentious script – a debut piece for writer/director Paddy Considine. Enjoyable might be the wrong word, but this is vital viewing all the same.
Is there anyone in the world who doesn’t adore Olivia Colman? Yes, there is. Her old Gap employer. Because she kept telling customers to go and buy jeans from John Lewis. BOOM. Already you’ve learnt a thing about Olivia Colman. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAURGHRUHG *flails ineffectually with tiny arms*
Sadly, it’s not actually about dinosaurs.
In his debut as a major director and screenwriter Paddy Considine brings us a film about two seriously troubled individuals who just so happen to find and, in a sense, save each other. If you’re a big fan of deep, realistic dramas, and simply don’t mind, gritty violence and hardcore swearing then please do read on.