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Watch #4 of Hoop-Tober 7.0
Watching Manos: The Hands of Fate while tired, alone, and sober was certainly one of the more stupid decisions I've made recently. This is of course a vertiable classic of the 'so-bad-it's-good' family, yet when my crazed cackling wasn't being reciprocated by someone sitting next to me, my viewing became as sobering and solemn as trudging through a graveyard. With no outlet for my bemusement, everything from Torgo convulsing to the wild dubbing only…
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Watch #3 of Hoop-Tober 7.0
Gorgeous camera work and invigorating performances elevate an otherwise meandering and self-indulgent time-sink. I love abstract and art-house dream-sequences as much as the next person, but their incessance in They Remain devolves from intruiging to inert really fast.
With that being said, this is still an impressive visual exercise considering the obvious lack of resources available. It may resemble a polished portfolio rather than a rounded film, but you can't deny the skill apparent.
Everybody has that film they watch on Christmas Eve religiously (no pun intended). For some it's Home Alone. For others it's Die Hard. But whilst these films are beyond excellent, I always watch The Polar Express. I think I'm in the minority here when I say that The Polar Express is my favourite Christmas film. I find that it encapsulates the feeling and the spirit that exists at this time of year like no other movie. I really connected with…
It's difficult to articulate the skin-crawling, bone-chilling and spine-tingling aura of Denis Villeneuve's Enemy. In the full 90 minutes, we cross and recross the emotional spectrum all the while mesmerised by the films surreal tone and eeriness. Mystifying to all upon first inspection, the film was never intended for lethargic audiences. It was intended for the analytical and inquisitive who constantly and passionately congregate the clues in an attempt to solve the bamboozling riddle. I, myself, may not have unlocked…
