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Six films you have to like OR I WON’T LIKE YOU

There are movies that are good, ones that are bad, ones that are funny, ones that are sad. There are movies you people like, and movies you’re wrong about. Movies I like, and movies that… well, no – there’s only really movies I like.

Everything else is irrelevant.

There are certain films out there that I like a lot. Films that, if you spend any amount of time with me, I will make you watch. Why do I do this? It’s an elaborate test (minus the ‘elaborate’ factor). If you too like these films, I probably won’t hate you as much as I do other people.

So as a public service, here’s six movies that I like – and if you don’t like them, I probably hate you and you should most likely kill yourself:

Terminator 2: Judgement Day

Best film ever made? Yep. I have made no less than three girls cry by making them watch this film.

Wait, that sounds really bad.

I have suggested watching T2 to three girls, separately, each of whom believed they would not enjoy it and scoffing at the fact I said an Arnie film could be genuinely good. All three of them cried at the end of T2. At an action film. At an Arnie film.

That bit where he just walks from the truck to the cab of the juggernaught without a single fuck given, doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stop – it is the single most heroic thing anyone has ever done in any film ever.

God I love Terminator 2.


Who’s the best character on Aliens? Is it Ripley and her cloying, annoying desire to make Newt her surrogate daughter? Is it Newt herself in her only acting role ever? Is it Hicks and his dull everyman persona? Apone and his over-chewed cigars? Spunkmeyer and his wonderful name? Vasquez and her “I’m the motherly mother Janine from Terminator 2”?

It’s Hudson, you blathering idiots. The single most heroic [SPOILER]death[/SPOILER] in any film ever. Seems like a joke character, you wonder why he’s even in the Colonial Marines – how could he have even passed any entrance exams? He’s insubordinate, irritating, sarcastic, unprofessional and – seemingly – cowardly.

Then that bit happens, and everyone watching goes “ohhhh” in unison.

Oh, right, the film. Aliens is brilliant. I like when I tell people I like Aliens and they ask “which one?” THE ONE CALLED ALIENS YOU FUCKNUGGETS.

Total Recall

Two… weeks… twwwooo… weeeeeks…

A film that gives me incredibly warm feelings for the entire sci-fi genre. Also Paul Verhoven. Also yes I’ve heard that fucking commentary I got the damn DVD about ten years ago you SLOWER THAN ME BASTARDS.

See you at the party Richter!

You think this is Quaid? IT IS.

If you don’t like a film with a three-boobed hooker in it then you have no soul. I don’t associate with people who have no souls.

Life Is Beautiful (La Vida Es Bella) EDIT: (I actually meant the Italian title, wasn’t really paying attention – La Vita E Bella)

Yeah, it’s a ‘proper’ film what of it wanna fight about it I’ll kick your ass. But strangely, people are reticent to watch this flick with me. Usually after they’ve heard me give them a synopsis along the lines of “I’m well manly me and it made me cry like a six-year-old who’s just had their ice cream stolen by a crow and then their puppy got ran over right in front of their eyes and then their parents died also it’s about a Jewish family in the Second World War”.

No idea why people might not want to go out of their way to watch that. It is a fantastic film, though. Plus the first half confuses people, because it’s cheesy slapstick peppered with even cheesier lines and a lead character who comes across as a bit of a bellend – in the nicest possible way.

But it turns, and then you realise just why you’ve been fed this set up.

Blade Runner

It’s a depressed Han Solo in the future where it never stops raining hunting down robo-people and he might be a robo-person himself or is he OR IS HE? Also: boiled egg hands.

Blade Runner is one of the most atmospheric and interesting sci-fi films I’ve ever seen. It made me love Rutger Haueurueurrr, I’m still scared of JF Sebastian’s little midget robo-friends (the freak bastards) and the Final Cut version is actually good. Though not entirely necessary.

Oh plus symbolism, the question of who is and isn’t human, what it is to be human, why Roy Batty does what he does, if Edward James Olmos is secretly Adama throughout the whole film and… umm… some other stuff. I’ve lost my train of thought because I want to watch Blade Runner now.

Jackass: The Movie

If you don’t rate this – and its sequels – as up there with the funniest films ever made then you can just fuck right off. I’m not joking. Comedy doesn’t have to be intelligent to be very funny indeed, and anybody sneering arrogantly in the direction of Jackass – a series where 90% of the stunts and japes were played with so much heart, so much of a sense of fun – can and should shut up and go back to their lives of miserable twattishness.

Did I mention I like sci-fi, Arnie and James Cameron? Anyway, these aren’t my top five or any such nonsense. Also I like more than six films; I’m not that boring.

Ah, 900 words. Oops.

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I’m a dreamer

Has watching anything, or playing a game or reading a book or anything like that ever given you nightmares? I don’t mean watching your loved ones die in a horrible, gory explosion right in front of your face – that’s going to give you some fucked up dreams, no doubt. I just mean something ostensibly made for entertainment – has it ever got in your head to the point you have woken up in a cold sweat?

It’s a common thing for people to say ‘it’ll give me nightmares’, but what I’ve found is that it’s the anticipation that’s worse, then the way your mind plays tricks on you – especially when tired, drunk, hungover or otherwise in a less-than-perky condition. Nightmares? No.

Except for once. Night Breed. The Amiga. I was six years old. There was a section in the game where you had to run away from snake-hair man in a graveyard by tapping the mouse buttons as fast as you could. If you didn’t taptaptap fast enough, he caught you and bit you in a delightfully bloody fashion.

So naturally you want to taptaptap fast enough, right? Well, no. See, if you get away the police would corner you and shoot you dead.

You couldn’t win. You literally couldn’t escape. I mean, that was the point – I think you were meant to be bitten so you could be infected and blah de blah. But I was six, for eff’s sake. I gave up when I realised I’d die no matter what I did. Then I had a bad dream about it.

But other than that slight misstep I’ve never had a bad dream as a result of a film, TV show, game, book, comic, musical, stage show, street performance, dance troupe, contemporary artfag play – nothing.

I still see Martians from the corner of my eye, peering at me through the doorway in my room whenever I watch War Of The Worlds though. I’m both awake and 28. This shit shouldn’t scare me anymore.

Now nightmares about real things – oh those I can tell you some stories about. Those are the things that never fucking stop. Sigh.

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Commitment issues

I cannot commit. Well, that’s a bit of a lie – it’s more just something I want to say so I can have a WITTY headline. I can commit, I’m just not daring enough to start something new, to get into a new life adventure and to bring myself fresh new experiences. HILARIOUSLY, I’m talking about films and TV shows, and not – as you clearly thought – relationships! Hah! Who’da thunk it?

I have a fair few series under my belt, don’t get me wrong. I finished The Wire before most of you had even been told by the Grauniad to watch it (indeed, I listened to Brooker years before the paper starting NOT SHUTTING UP about it), I’ve been through all of Deadwood multiple times and comedy series get rinsed on a regular basis. Sunny series one was famously watched in its entirety three times in the space of a week, back in ’08.

So why do I find it so hard to put something different on? Why have I got Generation Kill sitting on my PC, still waiting? Why have I got about three dozen films that aren’t likely to be watched soon? Though admittedly I did strike Universal Soldier: Regeneration off that list the other day. Dolph! Jean-Claude! Mediocre film! And, most confusingly of all, why have I got Battlestar series four sitting waiting to be watched, when I finished watching the first three series years ago? It’s not hard to finish things, I’m clearly just a mental.

So I’ll set myself an incredibly difficult challenge: watch some things I haven’t watched before. Some things I’ve been meaning to watch. Even some things I want to watch. Crazy, I know – and difficult too. But with the help and support of my friends and family, I reckon I can get through this one.


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