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Sunday, November 22, 2009

THE TOURNAMENT - Battle Royale as re-imagined by a 12 year old thicko





Dear me. Summing up...rich people betting on an annual event involving a couple of dozen bombpregnated blood-hungry assassins killing each other off. Each year The Tournmament takes place in a different exotic location, this year it's in....Middlesborough. This is so random it actually nearly endeared me to the film, (I mean....boro...why?) but the film itself is so utterly disabled by its massive duh levels that it just can't be let off the hook like some screaming brain-damaged albino stickleback. Seriously, this movie is so mongified it makes Crank f**king 2 look like Battleship Potempkin.



There's some mildly entertaining splattery ultraviolence and the main actress is quite attractive but if you have actually gone pubic you WILL spend more time rolling your eyes and muttering "f**k the f**k off" than deriving any actual enjoyment from the movie. Begbie from trainspotting is in it as well. He needs to glass his agent, and soon. I have plenty of time for low-IQ movies - loved Punisher Warzone - but this? Load a pish! I want..my stupid movies...to be stupid...in an intelligent way. This....is like Warwick Davis after a severe head injury, it's not big and it's not clever. I will give it a minor plus point for being set in Middlesborough though. That really is just strange. Otherwise utter gash. Highly recommended to pre-teen boys and simpletons though.

SAMURAI PRINCESS



What the f**k is wrong with the japs? Is it something to do with their post-war blanket ban on the depiction of pubic hair? The nation that gave us Hentai, bukkake, omorashi, kegadoru and vending machines offering shrinkwrapped used schoolgirl panties to sweaty salarymen quite clearly has a few sexy toys in the attic. So it seems their nationally stifled sex drives need to expressed in various other unpleasant fleshy ways. Here's the latest in the weird sci-fi gore bodyhorror genre that seems to be pretty popular with our repressed vertically-challenged asian brethren. Tokyo Gore Police, Machine Girl, Meatball Machine...it's along these (warped) lines.


Rubbery prosthetic phallic mutations? Check. Huge spurting geysers of blood? Check. Awful music? Yep. Incomprehensible plot with jolting mood shifts and spastic editing? Oh yeah. Just mental, like Bad Taste-era Peter Jackson directing an episode of Monkey. Spectacularly inventive gore effects but ultimately tiresome..the shrill "acting", goofy humour, cheap production values, amateurish cgi and generally overloud histrionics prove too much after about half an hour (what's all that nonsense with the guitar...?)



The story....group of girls get offed by bad men in a strange japanese forest. The sole survivor is turned into a "mecha" - a severely modified human - and goes off to wreak unneccesarily gory vengeance with swords, fists and bio-mechanical boob grenades. Dozens of overacting cannon-fodder get various body parts slashed off, skeletons punched out of their bodies, brains pulled out then squashed and stuffed back in, heads bifurcated, etc.



Monday, November 2, 2009

Halloween Horror Roundup

Yes, its a couple of days late...I was ill, no kids were arsed to show their gormless faces at Casa del geebag so i was obliged to eat a kilo of year-old haribo myself. This made me very sick indeed. CURSE YOU GOLD BEARS. Enough of my aching oesophagus and ravaged colon, let's crack on.



Are you afraid of ghosts? I used to be...as a young man I was convinced the ghost of a down-syndrome toddler lived under my bed, coming out in the dead of night to chew my star wars figures' legs and leave a strange sticky ectoplasm all over my darth vader duvet. But as the years past I stopped believing in ghosts, and Star Wars, and as the movies I was watching became more and more deranged desensitisation set in and the most a "scary movie" could provoke in me was a dull, mild sense of discomfort and a vague appreciation of the cinematic sleight of hand involved in genuinely creepy movies. So it is with Paranormal Activity...lots of hype...but despite my initial apprehension, this movie definitely has...something. It could be the absolute suburban normality of the location and the general blandness/realistic irritability of the two leads, but yes...some people - and by people, I meant women - will find this very chilling indeed. I watched it alone in a darkened room with headphones on and it did provoke, somewhere in the withered dead pit of my consciousness, a mild sense of discomfort. But that's a recommendation of sorts. And, actually, its not even a ghost at the heart of this film, it's some kind of demon, and a c**t of one...it takes the piss and has a malevolent intelligence that make it far worse than some supernaturally confused disabled ghost children.  Wait till it's out on dvd, and watch it alone, in an ancient sinister house, or possibly a disused asylum surrounded by decaying tramp cadavers, for the full impact.



"Creepshow" style anthology....its apparently been sat on a shelf unreleased for a couple of years and I'm not sure why...perfectly serviceable little horror, nothing special but a painless way to pass 90 mins or so. The stories are a mixed bag as you'd expect, but the sack-headed kid is freaky and it's got the annoying chick from True Blood in it.



I watched this after "watching" Transformers 2, which isnt really a movie you watch, its something you experience....but not a nice experience, like the first time you used minty shower gel on your freshly shaven nad jacket, but a bad one, like being raped by a screaming tractor for TWO AND A HALF F**KING HOURS. After than cgi-based molestation, Moon was like a quiet. mellowing balm on my fevered, haribo-and-transformers addled brain. It's a low-tech 70's style sci-fi drama about a man alone on a space station on, well duh, the moon. After a routine bit of maintenance goes badly wrong, he wakes up back at base, goes back outside to where the accident happened and finds....well to be honest, no point saying much else it would give some genuinely interesting plot points away. Dopplegangers and that. Intelligent and well acted, definite phillip k dick vibe. Recommended.



Alright, not a horror, but I loved Tony Jaa's previous beat em up Warrior King, it was a thoughful and intelligent character study involving Tony going around shouting "Where are my elephants??" and breaking people's limbs. Included the infamous single take stairway sequence and a superb scene where a wrestler flings a elephant through a plate glass window. There are  many more elephants in Ong-Bak2, but unfortunately none of them get thrown through windows, not actually sure what this has to do with the first Ong-Bak actually, its a pretty incomprehensible but enjoyably barmy and OTT medieval beatdown with a gibberish plot and head-scratching finale. Apparently Tony himself went a bit unsane during the filming and hid in the jungle for a few months, so the movie own schizophrenia itself could be a reflection of this apparent instability. Worth a watch though, the boy's got moves, and it looks spectacular.

Now if you'll excuse me i have to go to the toilet again

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

KUNG FU FLID - small arms expert



Have you ever thought about how many midgets you could defeat, if an infinite amount of them poured down a narrow corridor where only one at a time could fight you? How about babies? Toddlers, infected by the rage virus? Of the former, I'm going to hazard a guess at about 5-6....some of them are pretty buff, and look like you could hurt yourself hitting them around the head. Toddlers I'm thinking more 80-90, before sheer fatigue and vague child-injury-related remorse would lower my Mighty Boot of Torment. And then they would swarm over me and devour me like a giant screaming farleys rusk.

What about...flids?


The answer....well for a start, a flid is apparently a derogatory term for "thalidomides" and if this movie is anything to go by...less than 1. Because "Barry"  is one mean thalidomide (or, "flid"). He would reach down your throat, rip out your pelvis and cave your skull in with it.

Or he would, if he could reach that far with his tiny little t-rex arms. You have seen this guy on telly before, always seems a bit understandably aggro about being dealt quite literally a bad hand by fate. If I had little chicken wings like him i would invest in a baggy jumper  You have to hand it to him...he has made a decent fist of his light-of-limb condition...the sheer rage (possibly) channeled by the inability to wipe his own bottom has manifested itself in a doublehard martial arts expert actor type guy...He's in a band as well. Fair play. In his position I'd probably just spend my life in a darkened room learning to masturbate with my feet and mourning my inability to wear long-sleeved shirts. This astoundingly ill-conceived movie however is just a generic shot-on-video el-cheapo slap-em-up/shouty "drama" with lots of naughty language, the only USP it has is that the lead looks like something out of Total Recall.

So be careful next time you're thinking about randomly attacking a disabled...they could end up handing you your arse...using their feet. So leave em alone eh, don't have a go just because they're different and hilarious.




Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Seventh Moon - cinematic epilepsy




Here's an another movie by Edward Sanchez, co-creator of The Blair Witch Project, following on from the mildly enjoyable Altered where he obviously had a bad experience with a  tripod becuase he's clearly decided to go entirely handheld. There's no conceit to the movie being "found footage" or anything like that, it's just shot in this way. Which would be fine if they hadnt decided to forgo an actual professional cameraman and apparently MOUNT THE F**KING CAMERA ON THAT F**KED UP DOG FROM YOUTUBE'S HEAD. There are vast swathes of this movie that are unwatchable. Seriously I watched this movie on a 10 foot projector and its actually impossible to tell whats going on when people are doing anything other than just sitting and talking. Which is a shame...could have been creepy and I would most certainly not like to get lost in the Chinese countryside. Which is what happens to the two protagonists, some chinese-american guy and Amy Smart, who ripped her jaw off in the bath in the lamentable Mirrors and got ploughed by Jason Statham in the Crank movies. And there's ghosts and etc etc, cant see anything, what's the point, buy a f**king tripod!