Saturday, 26 November 2011

Beauty And The Beast

Disney stretch their formula to the furthest extremes resulting in overanimated squidginess.
Charlotte felt the film would have been better if nobody turned back into a human at the end despite the complications this would create for the story's climax. I found it difficult to argue against "He seemed pretty happy as a candle, he was singing songs and everything".


I unwittingly watched my first Christmas film of the season. A thoroughly British effort that starts out with a lot of promise and then spectacularly shits it all away with a duff monster.

Friday, 25 November 2011

The House Of The Devil

A gorgeously slow segue from Halloween to Argento.

Sunday, 20 November 2011


NY trash at the top of its game. The stand out moment being when a room full of naked hookers, out of control on crack, spontaneously explode.
King as fuck.

Sunday, 13 November 2011

The Rum Diary

Hunter S. Thompson's origin story laced with Bruce Robinson's wistful melancholy proves to be a combination that delights.

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

The Skin I Live In [La piel que habito]

The joy of watching a seeping madness slowly blossom from the screen like a bloom of blood through a freshly applied bandage.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011


In which I discovered that the American teenage male is SO horny that they will happily resort to simultaneous necrophilia and rape at the drop of a hat. Not as funny as a pie.