A cursed cinema spreads its evil through an audience that includes a lot of pretty italian girls, a pimp and a blind man (only in Italian horror would a blind man be in a cinema) turning half of them into ravenous, slime spewing monsters and the other half into squealing victims.
King.
Heavy-handed social commentary becomes protractedly nastier until everything finally snaps and suddenly you're watching an absolutely brutal slasher movie. Supremely viscious little film.
An amazing piece of work about people walking around in each others dreams, the result being a riotous cascade of dream imagery rendered in sumptuous anime. I think Christopher Nolan may have watched this.
It would appear that everybody involved totally missed the point of Tomb Raider and tried to cover up by pumping this ill-conceived shit out instead. Idiots.
Hit all my nostalgia buttons. For the briefest of moments Charlotte's cinematic opinions aligned with my own: "Yeah, I really liked the songs, it was awesome. But Journey 2: The Mysterious Island was better". Moments don't get much briefer.
The message behind this one was "Revenge will make you become the monster". That, or "I think I may be getting bored of South Korean revenge thrillers". Or it could equally be "Doesn't graphic head trauma get a bit samey after a while?".
A bunch of soldiers crash land onto an island inhabited by mostly naked women who pass their time washing each other, wrestling and lounging in hot tubs full of special water that keeps them young forever. The soldiers must then fight badly blue-screened, rubber, hand puppet dinosaurs. Complete shit.
Brilliant comedy dramatisation of the hysteria that surrounded Python's Life Of Brian, viewed through a kaleidoscope of pitch perfect Python homage. Superb script, superbly acted and all rounded off with some overt commentary on modern comedy and free speech. Excellent.