It’s the event film season. In this time of CGI effects, slow motion hero shots, basic storytelling and stuff blowing up real good, it’s often difficult to find a film at your local Hollywoodplex that tries for something more. A film about actual characters, who are involved in meaningful stories with insight and compelling themes. So when The Place Beyond The Pines was released last week, accompanied by favourable (often slobbering) reviews, I went out of my way to see it. I’m afraid I will be discussing the plot in some detail, so developments will be revealed. While these developments aren’t integral to the effectiveness of the film (ie. knowing them won’t ruin the film for you), I didn’t know the important one, and it wasn’t revealed in the trailer. If you read further, you’ll know. There, I’ve sufficiently covered my ass. Read More…
Oh dear. In an effort to appease a clearly, and justifiably, irate Mrs. Pillow, he’s shunted his trump card up the order. Said trump card is a Rom Com (which she likes) starring people she likes and should buy him enough brownie points to negotiate some of the stinkers on the list.
Unfortunately for him, the film in question, Valentine’s Day, is a platinum stinker that Jonah rated as the worst film he saw in 2010. Given the amount of films he sees, that’s some claim.
So, how did our correspondent do? Did he agree, but more importantly, what’s his justification for going so ludicrously picture happy? Read More…
Foiling Droid: Mrs. Jarv takes the bullet meant for Jarv by watching the insulting oestrogen-fest “He’s Just Not That Into You”
This is a public service announcement for all you poor bastards with other halves that insist on inflicting dismal romantic comedies that are neither funny nor romantic on you.
Droid, mistakenly believing himself to be smarter than the average drop bear, thought that he would be able to inflict “He’s Just Not That Into You” on me by duty of me being married. Unfortunately for him, Mrs. Jarv is both far smarter and far nicer than him, and so took the chance to watch this nauseating bucket of vomit while I was at work. As an added bonus, she thought it was so hateful, and so despicable, that she’s actually written a review- so guys, anyone who has a missus threatening with this, present this as a female viewpoint to an odious film and stick Bitch Slap in instead. Anyhoo, enough waffle from me, here it is:
Just a quick recap. I’m counting down to my birthday by reviewing one movie that was released on or around August 2nd for every year I’ve been a skidmark on earths undies. Today I give you 2008. Enjoy or bugger off.