This is like an Italian version of The Departed. It's all about how if you live by the sword, you die by the sword. To the fucking face. It's fucking great if you're into motherfuckers killing each other, which I absolutely am.
In 1972 Gene Cernan was the last man to set foot on the moon. He talks about his childhood, his time in the navy, the space race, the early days of the Apollo program, the Apollo 1 fire and when he finally made it to the moon, the absolute silence that greeted him there. He also talks about some of the personal challenges that he faced as an individual, both in astronaut training and during the mission itself. There's also loads of great footage from the past including some of planes crashing into aircraft carriers which, you know, is cool as shit.
This is about all the old boys who got Apollo missions started and some of the many challenges that they faced, all supported by archive footage and audio, with just a dash of CGI. It's a very well told story about a group of guys absolutely pushing the limits of engineering and mathematics. These are the last great explorers and you can hear all about their experiences in their own words. These guys have some fuckin' balls on them.
Christian Bale's eye vein plays a blinder in this. It's very cowboys-versus-indians, if that's your thing. It's not really mine but I enjoyed this nonetheless.
I knew nothing of the true story behind this when I put this on; just that it was about firemen fighting wild fires. Well, fuck. Shit goes off, yo.
This begins with some park rangers in the Congo trying to protect their mountain gorillas but turns into all out civil war. It's one of those right-place-right-time things for the journalists. Or wrong-place-wrong-time really, I suppose, depending on your outlook. It ends up barely being about gorillas at all and instead concentrates on the absolute fucking state of the country and the safety of all the park rangers and journalists involved.
I wrote a review
in 2011 saying the special effects were so bad that they might as well have just thrown a sheet over a bad actor's head. Well, guess what? Someone was obviously listening and thought that was a good idea because that's exactly what happens in this. Some may say it represents a unique way of looking at the afterlife but I reckon a lot more will just think it's a load of shit. It's possibly the slowest paced film I've ever seen and that's fucking saying something. And, worst of all, it's played through a 1:1 aspect ratio.
I guess if all this is true then the evidence is quite compelling but, you know, is it? I don't know. I struggle to believe anything that is presented so one-sided because I'm a skeptical fuck. I'm sure a lot of it is true but the bit about finding little green men in saucer shaped objects? Nah. I'm not having that shit, mate. If you believe in aliens or conspiracies in general, you will lap this shit up.
This is so 80s in the way it is made that watching it now is a bit cringey. The way the blacks are treated in this is also cringey, although I'm sure they'd argue it was a little worse than that. You have to be terribly careful when writing about race; I mean, the fact that I've just used the word THEY to talk about black people is making me nervous. We all know the southern states of America have been - and still are - frightfully racist, and this film depicts just how awful it was to be brown in America in the 60s. Thing is, we're not actually that far away from behaviour like this. You only have to look as far as who's in the White House to see that.
What a man Bill Shankly was. A true one of a kind and a genuine football legend. He made the people happy.