This must have, pound for pound, the most action in any film ever. It's just fucking relentless. But it has to be because the POV thing is pretty strange. I love POV; it's my favourite type of porn. But for 90 minute film? I'm not so sure about that. It's a bit of a challenge because after a while it just feels like you're watching someone else play a hyper-realistic video game. But, to be fair, I think they pull it off. Not sure it'll catch on though.
This is about Richard Turner, considered by many people to be the greatest card mechanic in the world. And if that isn't impressive enough; motherfucker is as blind as Stevie Wonder. This is a story about obsession and the heights of achievement it can drive you to. This guy loves card tricks so much that he even named his only son Asa Spades Turner. That says it all.
There's an absolute fucking nutcase within each of us, just hiding beneath the surface waiting to be unleashed. We know this is true because it's been proven in studies. You know, by Science and shit. Well, the crazy inside the main character of this film burst out of his skin a long time ago because he created like 27 personalities that each take their turn coming "into the light". Basically one or more of those personalities decide to kidnap some young girls and throw them in a basement. Terribly original psycho behaviour, I know, but, still, it's decent.
I hate all these so-called Social Media Influencers. You know the type: Kim Kardashian, Kylie and Kendall Jenner, Emily Ratajkowski and the rest of those big-titted, lip-filled, bikini-wearing never-worked-a-day-in-their-lives whores. Having said that, I have to admit, I would love to murderfuck them all in the face, 'cause bitches be smokin'. Anyway, this documentary about a failed music festival sums up a lot of what is wrong in the world today, although, it's not exactly their fault. The fault lies squarely at the feet of someone who aimed too high and fucked up in a big, big way. If you enjoy seeing ambitious people fail as much as I do, you'll enjoy this.
This is a dramatisation of the time that mad Norwegian cunt went berserk on an island just outside of Oslo, killing multiple teenagers for what he claims are political motivations. Homeboy probably just got a chip on his shoulder because no girls wanted to touch his dick back when he was in high school.
Everyone loved Bobby Robson. He was a true gentleman and a working class hero. A man almost too kind and too honest for football. This documentary covers some of the struggles (and achievements) he had, both in life and football, as he tried to stand by his principles.
How many women turned to their boyfriend or husband whilst watching this and said "You never took me on a space walk on our first date!" Fucking loads I imagine because women are cunts. Mine didn't because I don't have a wife or girlfriend. I'm just a sad, lonely loser publishing swear words to the Internet. But I digress. This is pretty much a RomCom passed off as SciFi and, worst of all, of fucking course it gets totally ridiculous by the end.
I went to London once and whilst there - as well as doing my best not to get stabbed - I went to see the stage version of this in the West End. It was entertaining and just scary enough that it managed to frighten my girlfriend into being horny. You know what they're like. Anyway, it reminds me of Old School horror done in the proper way; and by that, I mean the British way, with authentic English accents, a few quirky outfits, a handful of jumps, screams and terror with a dash of laughter for good measure. But, alas, that's enough about my sex life.
I like Al Gore. I feel like we could have a pint together. He's a genuine guy with good intentions. A lot of what he said 10 years ago has come true and this is yet another stark warning from him on the state of the planet. Basically it's fucked; so we too are fucked. I'm going to do my best to do my bit; in fact, I'll go start raising awareness of this right now on Social Media. Oh, look, Kanye West has been saying more crazy shit. And that latest Bird Box meme on twitter is great. Now let me just check my Instagram. Aaaaand I've forgotten all about Al Gore and global warming. Easy peasy. Happens to all of us.
I love morbid shit so the story of Christine Chubbock has fascinated me ever since I first heard about it years ago. Well, they finally made a film about it. It does a good job of showing the mental decline she suffers and then, ultimately, how she chose to resolve it, but apart from that it isn't up to much. We all have bad days but after one too many there's a chance we might just blow.