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Dredd, the definitive review (7/10)

It’s not just a different director or writer that makes Dredd (of 2012) such a massive success where Judge Dredd (of 1995) was a gigantic turd sandwich: it’s the time we live in.

In 1995 everything was on the up. We weren’t in any major wars, the economy was happy, people were sitting pretty in the joy of the music of Coolio’s Gangsta’s Paradise or Shaggy’s Mr Boombastic, depending on which of the two songs you liked (it had to be one of them).

It was imperfect, but it was good. So the Judge Dredd of 1995 was a seriously Americanised take on a very satirical British concept. A man personifying the police state and what becomes of those in charge when the word inevitably fucks up becomes a quipping tough guy with a “funny” sidekick and a love interest.

Nobody had even heard the word ‘derp’, so no negative opinions on Rob Schneider could accurately be vocalised.

He took his helmet off, both ignoring the rule that had been in place since the early days of the Dredd comics and going totally against the fact that he is meant to be faceless. He is justice. He is the law. These things do not have a face to them. They are inhuman. They are concepts. They are not slightly wonky faced men who slur their words and look a bit like my dad.

1995 was stupid, uncaring and shit because everyone was happy.

Dredd 2012 is in a world where we genuinely see everything becoming like the comics. We’re fucked, people are getting killed in wars, nobody has any money apart from the elite few, discontent is spreading and it often feels just a misspoken word from a politician away from anarchy, or a misinterpreted comment on religion (by pretty much anyone) away from all-out war in some places.

The police state is slowly coming to be a reality in many so-called civilised countries and, obviously, we’re all just sitting back and taking it like the good little bitches we are. We have new Doctor Who, so it’s fine.

Dredd reflects that. It’s un-fuck-giving. It’s contained, in a relatively small locale. It’s simple and straight to the point, because nobody can be bothered paying (or has the time to pay) attention anymore. It doesn’t need to explain beyond exposition of where the world currently is in the film, because we’re already comfortable with the idea of those in positions of authority having unarguable authority we would never question. The Judges just seem like a natural evolution of how things are going, at least right now.

The thing about Dredd 2012 is, it just makes sense. In 1977 it was started as a commentary on the police state, fascism, authoritarianism and the rule of law. Now it just seems like a prescient documentary, and the movie is a fantastic representation of that.

I lost track of what I’m saying at some point here – it happens when you write without a particular plan. But my basic point is: I really like Dredd. I think it’s a very good sci-fi action flick, and the level of violence is refreshing, because it seems we haven’t had it – not in this sort of ridiculous fashion – since Verhoeven’s 80s output.

7/10

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Total Recall 2012, the definitive review (7/10)

In Total Recall 2012, a woman approaches Co-Lin Farrell and offers him her ‘services’. Her services include the fact she has three breasts, which she reveals to our favourite star of In Bruges.

It is not explained why she has three bosoms, or if she approaches every single man on the street with her oh-so-tempting offer. She just jumps in, says her piece, shows her pieces, and fucks right off again.

In Total Recall 1989 (or was it 1990 I can’t be arsed checking), a woman turns to Ah-nolt Schwarzenegger at the bar after being recommended to him by the barkeep. She reveals to him her chest, and while the audience is fully aware that mutations have occurred to people on Mars, we see she has three chest orbs.

It is explained why she has three breasticles. It is logical why she approaches Ah-nolt. When Benny says he wishes he had three hands, we laugh at his casual objectification of this working woman.

See, a Paul Verhoeven film is actually more subtle – more subtle – and nuanced than a non-Paul Verhoeven film.

The new Total Recall does not bother trying to make sense. It makes some clumsy attempts at overlong exposition then sort of just gives up and moves on, explaining little else along the way.

Dave, who I saw the film with, asked a series of questions beginning as soon as the credits started rolling. He did not stop asking these questions through the walk out of the cinema, on the way to the bus stop, as we parted ways, or even after we’d split and I was receiving texts from him on the bus.

This shows both that Dave is an irritant, and that Total Recall 2012 has so many stupid fucking holes in it – more than even Prometheus – that it’s making me hate modern, mainstream sci-fi.

Come back Jim Cameron, all is forgiven. And come back Paul Verhoeven, I love you. Oh, and Joss Whedon. And whoever did The Man From Earth. And trashy 50s B-movie sci-fi flicks. And John Carpenter. And anyone else.

I seriously need to write something, because this shit gets made and I can be at least as good as Total Recall 2012. IT DID NOT EXPLAIN THE TRIPLE-TITS.

7/10

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The Dark Knight Rises review, spoiler free (SPOILER: 7/10)

Batman: The Dark Knight Has A Haircut is a great film that I just went to see, so I decided to write a review of the film.

The Dark Knight Goes Surfing is a story about two dogs and a cat: one dog is a bulldog and the other is a golden retriever, while the cat is oh who cares cats are shit. Basically, thanks to spoilers a case of pets not understanding what humans do in their lives spoilers end the animals end up lost in the American wilderness.

There are incidents and accidents, hints and allegations, bears and mountain lions and – in one particularly evocative scene – the cat is nursed back to health by a kindly man who lives in the mountains. It’s a directorial tour-de-force by Christopher Nolan, though one does wonder where he spent all the £10 billion budget, as the animals don’t even have animated mouths.

Still, the passion and power contained throughout this rollercoaster, white-knuckle ride of a movie is what carries it, and carries it tall. Set piece after set piece, moment after moment – it never lets up, it never makes you think anything other than ‘this is a great film about some animals lost near a stream’. It is to movies what Citizen Kane is to movies.

But it’s not just an adrenaline rush: there’s emotion, and tons of it. You’ll feel the fear as the porcupine – a hitherto unknown DC Comics antagonist – assaults one of our plucky pooches, and you’ll shed a tear or seven when the golden retriever, old as he is, no longer thinks he can make it.

And that’s when Batman comes in and…

Oh, shit, no. I just got The Dark Knight Rises mixed up with Homeward Bound. My mistake.

7/10omHome

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Prometheus: the definitive review (7/10)

So the first thing I should tell you about Prometheus is that I think it’s a stinking pile of bollocks that has ruined my day and sullied what little respect I had left for Ridley “I’m shit really” Scott.

That about sums it up. I’ll try to avoid spoilers.

The basic premise of Prometheus is sound. Message from life outside earth. Travel the stars to where this message points. Find evidence we came from elsewhere. Realise all is not what it seems.

It’s the stuff inbetween that overarching plot that drags this nonsensical piece of blockbuster tripe down. The script feels like it was written by – and I choose my words very wittily and cleverly here – an idiot.

You can’t just have your main characters explaining to the audience what just happened. That’s called patronising – which means talking down to people*. Seeing a character intentionally cut his video feed should be enough, even for idiots. We don’t then need another character to say “he cut me off, the son of a bitch!” seconds after the fact. We know. We’re not stupid.

And when your Big Reveal about certain relationships is handled, there are more subtle ways of stating it than picking the most obvious, boring route and making it stand out like a sore thumb. The IT Crowd mocked the whole “FATHERRRR!” thing for a very good reason. It’s rote. Boring. Bland. Obvious.

Then there’s the actual story behind the film, of how it was once a prequel to Alien but now isn’t but it is or is it? And without ruining things: it’s just as confusing in the film. The entire premise of what the Engineers (Space Jockeys) are doing is so convoluted it’s ridiculous, and the fact that what they’re doing isn’t actually defined in any real way just makes it worse.

It’s Ronald D Moore syndrome, where it feels there was no real plan and things have been slapped together in a haphazard fashion. Made up as it goes along. “Oh, let’s put a tattooed, mohawked ginger bloke in who goes mental about being a geologist.” “Why?” “DO NOT ASK WHY JUST DO IT.” “Should we have some character development so the audience actually gives a shit about 95% of the cast?” “Character devwhat? I literally don’t understand what you are saying.”

[A developmental meeting for Prometheus, a few years ago]

The musical score too is just terrible, and actually single-handedly ruins some scenes. Where you want tension, you want seriousness, you want to be made to feel the impact of a scene you have some rousing “USA! USA!” Bill Pullman-backing music from Independence Day. Not only does it not fit – it actively brings down the entire experience.

When someone’s explaining that the whole reason for someone existing has been based not only on a lie but on the fact that what they’ve been searching for all along is solely intending to destroy them, you don’t want something that sounds like an Indiana Jones theme song rip-off playing in the background. Awful.

On the plus side, it looks astonishing at times. And Michael Fassbender is genuinely brilliant, and single-handedly saves the film from being absolute gash. It feels at many points as if it was initially to be made with his character the main focus, but minds were changed halfway through production, leaving a mish mash of story threads that feel nothing more unsatisfactorily resolved.

But yeah, he has nice hair.

7/10

*Copyright Legs Akimbo Theatre.

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The Raid review (7/10) The Raidview The Revaid The Reviaid

Imagine a film that just doesn’t bother too much with story. One that sets up its entire premise by having a bloke stroke his wife’s pregnancy bump, promise to ‘bring him back’ to his dad then cuts to heavily-armed police folk in a van where their boss man describes to them what they’re doing and why.

Then that’s about it, bar a bit of talking here and there for the next hour-and-a-half.

You might think that’s a load of shit. Which is fair. But then, when you add the rest of The Raid into it you realise just why it absolutely is not shit at all. In fact, it’s one of the best action films I’ve seen in quite a while, and it’s figuratively smacked my face off just like Ong Bak did all those years ago. Also literally.

It’s just utterly brutal. It feels real. I have no idea about martial arts. I am not a lover, nor a fighter, so I don’t know. But this feels like it could actually happen. I was jerking with every punch, block, kick, jump, snap, stab, slice, HORRIBLE BROKEN BACK and every other smashbangwallop yeeeeah I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.

The fact it was all made on $1.1 million, while making perfect sense (Indonesian production, not exactly massive on locations, special effects or whatever else), is still astonishing. And it means that even though barely anyone will watch it at the cinema (Indonesian production, not exactly massive on locations, special effects or whatever else), it’s already made at least four times its budget back. Which makes me happy.

I still have a place for Tony Jaa and his brand of set piece-driven ridicu-action. Mainly because it’s brilliant and if you don’t like it you’re dead inside and an idiot. But this is something different, and it’s feels totally fresh as a result – even if it isn’t (I’m not saying it is or isn’t – I genuinely don’t know). More please.

Now we await the terri-shit American remake, currently being planned, or whatever it is they do to make films.

This was almost a straight up review, sorry about that.

7/10

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Avengers something something review thing (7/10)

I just (well, 20 minutes ago) got back from watching Avengers Assemble Presented By Marvel In Film Form About The Avengers In 3D or whatever it’s called. So here are some vague thoughts I’ll get bored of writing part way through. GO:

It’s good. Really good, actually. It’s ‘just’ a superhero film, mind, so don’t expect your life to be changed if you hate watching things that are actually fun. And it’s a bit long, dragging a tad in the middle. But yeah – good.

Complaints about the bad guys being no-name, barely-faced tits can be headed off by pointing out this is a story of how a group of already-established individuals could come together and actually work together. It’s about the Avengers, not their enemies. See also: Loki as the main antagonist – established character, not actually pure evil and all that.

Wait, that’s too much like serious discussion of the film. Dangerous territory, this.

It’s very Joss Whedon. I have a mancrush on him. Sorry people who’ve decided it’s cool to hate him. I like his style. The snap finish in a moment you expect to be drawn out and last a while still surprises and amuses me. So there’s that.

Hulk is great, Thor is great, even Cap is great. Black Widow has an arse only challenged by that of miss How I Met Your Mother herself, Cobie Smulders as if that’s a real name oh according to Wiki it is.

Anyway. Good film. Good review, too. So tired.

7/10

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The Random Rom Festival, part I

Today, I will put on a list of ROMs (“old games” to the layman), randomly cycle through it and play whatever pops up for as long as I can be bothered. Then, I will write about it briefly.

I will do this until I am bor…

It is over. I am bored. All of the lols, that is the joke. LET’S GO:

First up issss: Blaster Master.

Right, so some kid just – HOLY SHIT HE LOST HIS FROG AND IT WENT IN SOME RADIOACTIVE SHIT OUTSIDE HIS BARN THEN BURROWED INTO THE GROUND. Man, game stories are amazing. Oh, and the kid found some giant tank thing and a space suit. I don’t even want to play the game. This story is just so… evocative. Visceral. Built from the ground up.

But I have played it now, for about three minutes. Because who can be bothered? Some sort of platformer in the vehicle he found underground except you’re now not underground and WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FROG? 7/10

Next up: Super Batter Up.

Unfortunately there’s still no sign of my burrowing radioactive frog, but there is sign of an old baseball game for the SNES. The title screen reminds me of ISS, which is something I suppose. The game? Well, it’s shit. Because baseball games tend to be shit. 7/10

Third we have: Zanac.

Another NES game, this time a scrolling shmup. Died really quickly here because, as it turns out, I was pressing the wrong fire button. Where the four-hour mandatory tutorial was, I do not know. 7/10

Fourth on the randomometer isssss: Power Piggs Of The Dark Age.

I hate videogames. 7/10

Fifth, and finally, and hopefully an arcade game, is: Pochi And Nyaa

Holy shit, Neo-Geo time. That opening jingle still makes me all happy and stuff. And it’s sort of like Columns, or Dr Robotnik’s Mean Bean Machine and all that shit, except with the added super-bonus of every time you launch a successful attack on your opponent their screen gets filled with cats.

Or dogs. Can’t quite tell. This is great fun, though it’s the same as everything else ever in the puzzle world. It’s even made it so I want to PLAY MORE GAEMZ. 7/10

Rogue sixth entry goes to: Shadow Warriors.

Shit, son – what are the odds? I always – ALWAYS – wanted this on the Amiga. In fact I do think we got it at some point, but then it lost all its magic and I stopped caring so much. Fortunately I’m excited now, because I’ve just seen the bit with the ninja in the boat and I’m totally pumped for all the action it can throw at me.

Alright, so I’m two minutes older now and I just can’t be bothered. Seems like younger me had a point. 7/10

And yes, I did genuinely just do this. Such is the wonder and glory of my life (I actually really enjoyed it because games is good, yo).

I never did find my radioactive underground frog though.

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