Round three in the Almodovar run in the new and even more difficult Birthday Series. So far, I have to say, that I don’t think they’ve been that difficult. Sure, The Skin I Live In was more than a little bit icky, and yes, Volver was a glorified soap opera, but we all know what we’re going to get from the old Spanish filth merchant: a boat load of melodrama, some gratuitous nudity, and more perversion than a Thai brothel. So, this time around, I was mildly pleased to see that my 2002 film (23rd August in the UK) was his masterpiece. Talk to Her is a nailed on classic, one of the finest films of that decade, and it was genuinely a pleasure to sit through it again.
Bet you didn’t see that coming.
May contain the incredible shrinking man climbing into a vagina (really not joking) and spoilers below
Apparently, I’m not equipped to review this film for 2 reasons. The first is, obviously, that I’m a colossal dunderhead with sensibilities fit for watching a dwarf eat his own head, but entirely unfit for watching subtle, psychological horror (and that I keep maintaining that Dead Ringers isn’t a horror film, but a tragedy). The second, and far more important one, is that I’m male and therefore the film doesn’t hit me in the genitals the same way that it does with women. For example, I have no fear at all of the gynaecologist.
Therefore, with no further ado, I hand you over to Mrs. Jarv. So behave yourselves, else I’ll set the boreworms on you.
The Lives of Others was a cause célèbre in Geek circles. Well, rather it being awarded the Oscar over Pan’s Labyrinth was. There was a huge amount of wailing and gnashing of teeth from the basement dwellers that populate boards such as AICN. However, in this case, as is so often true of them, they were talking (moaning) absolute nonsense. They were, being nice, ill-informed as very few people had actually seen this film before the Oscar. If they had, then they would know that this is the better film. In fact, it is Mrs. Jarv’s pick for Number 1. Read More…
Daisy is part 3 of my “big softie” triptych, and arguably the best film of the three. Occasionally, some films get criminally and disgracefully overlooked for various reasons, and this is a case in point. The amount of, to be honest, utter rubbish that gets a cinema release (let alone a DVD release) on a massive scale is a depressing statement about our times when real quality such as this (or OUTLANDER/ what those pricks at Lionsgate did to Fierce People) gets neglected. Read More…