
Really fascinating restoration of footage brought to life with colorisation and reconstructed sound.
A power cut means I won’t get to see Red Amnesia. Am however very pleased with my refund AND complimentary free ticket. Now what should I see . . .
An utterly silly film whose chief virtue is watching Ben Kingsley enjoy acting.
Ben’s like, “Motherfucker I was Gandhi. Now I do Uwe Boll films and shit like this for the lols!”
Tense, four character drama set in a submersible trapped hundreds of feet under the ocean. All the strings in my guts coiled into knots. It’s a weird compliment to give a movie, “Your film was great, it gave me the boke.”
It was a bit like Gravity. Where folk can’t breathe and the void just opens up under their feet and you watch it, unable to breathe yourself, and just think, “Why is anyone stupid enough to go someplace so fucking scary?!” See seriously, if mankind had been made up of people like me, we would never have moved from areas with no steep inclines and all architecture would look like beanbag chairs.
A movie about a British-Iranian journalist covering the 2009 Iranian election who gets caught up in the crackdown on protesters and journalists in its aftermath. A moving film with a surprising amount of humour, made even more awesomer by the appearance of Lindsey Hilsum. Mon the HILSUM!
Queens of Syria is about a production of The Trojan Women put on by Syrian refugee women in Jordan. It was really heartening to watch these women emerge from their experiences in Syria of division and destruction to co-operate and create this play, which was written thousands of years ago but which speaks to them so directly.
An Australian coming-of-age film following a girl going through puberty while her mother transitions to male. The main character discovers first love in a bi poly three-way relationship, and learns maybe her parents aren’t totally on top of everything all the time. Would have been infinitely improved if the diary-cam shit had been saved til the end.
A film about a concentration camp survivor changed beyond recognition by her experiences, trying to relive her past or maybe even just trying to recognise herself by getting others to recognise her. Odd tone.
Great idea, go see a scary movie that lets out at 1am, then walk home alone to a silent flat. Dumbass. It Follows, or My Cursed Vagina, is a kinda Ringu meets Charles Burns’s Black Hole with a fucking belting score (remember when horror movie scores were half the scare and not just someone’s playlist with NA-NA! every time something jumped out a cupboard?) Not recommended as a first date movie.
A slow-building Danish werewolf coming-of-age movie. Exactly as it sounds.