I’d completely repressed the fact that we’d done these bloody birthday series, which come complete with the added bonus of only being stopped by the reviewers’ actual death. Anyhoo, as I’m still on the unemployment train, I thought I’d have a look to see what treasures 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015 had left for me before my imminent birthday this year. So, having briefly perused Wikipedia, I was quite pleased to see a palatable list that I’ve already (for the most part) seen and, more importantly, didn’t hate. My provisional list is: Premium Rush, You’re Next, Sinister 2 and, for 2014 and today’s entry, Sin City: A Dame to Kill For. I’ll also update the scores for the first run through after I catch up with 2016’s entry.
Contains new material written especially for Werewolves on the Moon that isn’t as good as the material that has already been published in this series (heh) and spoilers below
When the National Lottery was set up, some of the takings were put aside to create a fund for charities, good causes, and culture. This has been, almost totally without exception (there are a few), an unmitigated disaster for the viewer. In the most part the films funded have been “right-on” art films (My Son the Fanatic), shameless commercial but not good enough to attract studio interest nonsense (Shooting Fish), dreadfully unfunny comedies starring a TV hot property (The Parole Officer) and the occasional gem (28 Days Later). The “hit” rate of worthwhile films funded by the Lottery is so bad, that it almost isn’t worth thinking about as it will make you ill. In the meantime, Channel 4’s film division, Film 4, also produced films, some of which (The Full Monty, Trainspotting to name two easy ones) went on to massive global success. So, in the mid 21st Century, the time was ripe for Gerald McMorrow to pluck these low hanging fruits with his sky-high concept film, Franklyn.
And they gave him £6m. £6m to a first time writer-director. This pisses me off so much when you consider that Neil Marshall and Edgar Wright don’t get that from British sources. Although after Scott Pilgrim, I’m not convinced Wright deserves it any more. We really do need to pull our fingers out and get Astrodykes v Werewolves on the Moon written, before people wise up to this kind of funding. Read More…
When I first saw ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ at the cinema I thought it was garbage. It was ‘Gladiator’ all over again, except with an actor in the lead who would be more suited to miming in a boy band than leading the defence of Jerusalem against the vast Muslim army. It felt slight, despite it’s almost two and a half hour running time. There was little depth to the relationships and it seemed to touch on a subject then scuttle off in search of the nearest action scene.
A few years after I’d stricken it from the record, I noticed nattering amongst the ranks that a newly released Directors Cut had not only resurrected this flick from it’s shallow grave but gave it a brand new haircut and a shiny new suit as well. So I checked out the re-released version, risking 194 minutes of my oh so precious time, and was absolutely amazed by what I saw. It’s essentially the same film, but about ten times better. What a difference 50 minutes can make.