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I can't tell you how long I have been waiting to take my two-year-old son on his first trip to the cinema. Well, actually, I suppose I can. It's been two years. Obviously. But that wait finally came to an end with this movie, one which I thought might be an appropriate introduction to the big screen for him because a) it's about singing cartoon characters, and b) it wasn't written by Seth Rogen. Of course, I was still fully prepared for failure. Expecting a toddler to stay still and quiet in a chair surrounded by strangers for nearly two hours? Surely impossible. And yet, that's exactly what he did, while fixated
on the movie. So whatever I say in this review from now on, know that my son – easily closer in age to the target demographic than I – rates it 10 out of 10 choo-choo trains or whatever.
Posted by Ali Gray
at 00:30 on 05 Nov 2014
As long as Christopher Nolan continues to exist, do we really need Steven Spielberg any more? Ol' King Noles is doing a darn fine job of delivering mega-bucks events movies with small and personal stories at the core; gigantic, universe-expanding motion pictures anchored by daddy issues, the kind which Beardo used to smash out on a regular basis. Interstellar is the latest Chris Nolan project to take a leaf out of Spielberg's playbook - once upon a time it was a Steven Spielberg project after all - and it bears the hallmarks of both directors: it's an ambitious, challenging sci-fi that takes one small step for blockbuster cinema but ultimately remains accessible to all. All the talk of Kubrick and 2001 is light years off the mark: Interstellar is the kind of space odyssey that has only shameless, monolothic entertainment on the agenda.
Posted by Ali Gray
at 15:00 on 17 Jan 2014
When was the last time you saw a three-hour movie that didn't once make you check your watch? When was the last time you saw a three-hour movie that didn't sag with its own self-importance? When was the last time you saw a three-hour movie that featured Jonah Hill masturbating at a pool party? Unless you have recently watched Martin Scorsese's The Wolf Of Wall Street, the answer is probably, hopefully, 'never'. In a time where the phrase 'awards season' has come to mean a deluge of desperately worthy, transparent, over-long Oscar-grabs, Scorsese is only interested in the best of excess – for a cautionary tale of a corrosive lifestyle, The Wolf Of Wall Street is surprisingly, shamelessly and consistently entertaining from beginning to end.
You'd better believe this is "a role in a lifetime" for Gary Oldman. How did this ever get made? (via Popbitch)
Posted by Matt
at 15:03 on 14 Nov 2013
For a pigeonholed Hollywood star, performing a dramatic volte-face
and stubbornly refusing to take on the types of project for which you're famous can't be easy. Our relationship with stars is tied up too fully in the idea of recognisable archetypes to make it so. Planning on casting Ray Liotta as a romantic leading man any time soon? Nope, but we've got an opening for a crooked cop if he's interested. So what Matthew McConaughey has achieved in the last couple of years is truly remarkable: to graduate from lightweight romcom go-to-guy to one of the most magnetic screen actors around.
Posted by Matt
at 22:00 on 14 Mar 2013
Getting booed at Cannes just isn't the indicator of quality that it should be. The world's finest film critics all in one screening feeling so appalled by the movie in front of them that they are compelled to collectively voice their disdain in the rudest way possible? That film has to be utter balls, right? And yet, as previous Cannes booees The Tree Of Life
and Antichrist have proven, all it usually means is that the film offers something markedly different that polarises viewers. As it is with The Paperboy. But did I love it or hate it? See, that's the problem: I don't even know
Posted by Richard
at 13:12 on 13 Apr 2005
One thing that no man should ever have to witness upon being dragged to see a film by a friend is "Based on the book by Clive Cussler". I saw those words and my blood ran cold; I swear to God, I'd rather watch a film with "Based on the ideology of Pol Pot" in the opening credits. Cussler occupies the same li...