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Bryan+
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Aye probably better on the cinema with a few kids. I’m just old and miserable and I think John K is a decent actor. Portman however, Christ, wooden and dead screen presence.
….i saw him at Manchester and he was fantastic but i remember somebody saying he has really good days and really bad days, so for that reason i never saw him again.
Worst I saw was Van Morrison at Liverpool Empire, he clearly didn’t want to be on stage that night, dreadful.
Agree, the Dylan movie is a good watch.
perth_blue
Player Valuation: £15m
Bob Dylan doesn't play songs live how he recorded them, so that can be a bit of a detractor for some.
McBain
Player Valuation: £80m
Mission Impossible : The Finale
Most of the cheaper members of the team are back, edited to within an inch of their lives, in this crack smoking, petroleum sniffing final showdown between Tom Cruise and Grok 2.0.
Its part 8 of the franchise in a World where we all once lol'ed at Jaws 19 in 3D, Jack Slater 5 and here we come back to check on Florida Man, Tom Cruise, sometime after he has heroically parachuted off a mountain onto a train and parachuted his way off that train and into our hearts. You may think with yet another MI sequel its the perfect opportunity to study the affects of aging amongst our Hollywood elites, or see what incredibly ball breaking stunt Tom has decided to perform while we wait for him to do that actual Space Movie he's been promising, but you'd be wrong. This is in just fact another rung in the rehabilitaion of everyones favourite couch surfing Zealot, which believe it or not was exactly twenty years ago today. Its been a two decade long plan in the making, a brilliantly executed scheme no more intricate than Xenu and his diabolical missive to set off nuclear bombs around Volcanoes 75 million years ago and have John Travolta make a buck telling the story.
There's a couple of IMF noobs now added to the roster. A smoking hot psychopathic murderer wanted for a whole host of crimes across the Globe and a Rogue Agent whose jowls could cut concrete. Shouldn’t she be in jail? Are they still called the IMF? Who’s paying for their cool outfits, travel, accomodation and per diems?? Who cares! Pulled into Toms Orbit and destined to be swallowed up by his sheer acting gravitas, they often just need to punch, kick and fight their way out of places Tom decides to send them, putting aside their familes, their futures, and their lives for the mission. Tom plays Jesus, fresh from fighting and defeating the Roman Empire, and now operating in the shadowy underworld. With unlimited money and resources, the freedom of the Globe and no puppet masters to appease. He is what God, Jesus and the Pierce Brosnan James Bond's baby would look like.
Plotwise, Tom really needs to find the thing that the Seventh movies thing will open to get to, and do it in the nick of time before certain doom, with not much to go on, besides a huge VR ride through the entire plot of the film thanks to Groks Headset. On the way theres thrills, North Sea chills and Nuclear spills without any frills this time round, we just don't have time to cram em in. We have alot of time to explain things though, and this they do well. There's one of the Cops from Mindhunter, the real life version of Fix-It Felix's girlfriend, Mr Milcheck driving a submarine for some reason, and in this humble film-fans opinion, an appearance from the absolute star of the show.
Hannah Waddingham. The Glorious Amazon. The sheer sight of her, donning a tight uniform and US Navy cap and strutting about a Battleship Destroyer, plearly whites, bronzed toner highlighting perfect cheekbones you could olly your skateboard off. The film just got a lot better, and she gets her own paragraph here. Sadly though, she just isn't in it enough. Doesn't have a tight shirted Volleyball scene, doesn't stare through sunset soaked blinds out into the calm ocean thinking deeply, doesn't run along a sandy beach sweating out her hopes and dreams in lycra enough or let down her hair and pop on some Berlin to sloe dance to after a long day in her office pantsuit. Its a big let down.
At one point, in one of the most stunning death-bed inventions since Steve Jobs created the Iphone upside down inside the radiation machine at Mount Sinai, or Cyril Callister concocted the recipe for Vegemite while being slowly consumed by a Giant Constrictor at the mouth of the mighty Murrumbidgee River in 1922, Luther invents a quantum quartz cyber crystal digital confinement system rivalling Jor-El's Forbidden Zone that completely reinvents computer storage while dying, possibly from plot related AIDS, I may have missed that reason.
Grace discovers her slight of hand is faster than time and space, Benji doesn't have a hell of alot to do other than keep his wig on and we meet a man who we need to be reminded that was in the first movie, and who Tom Cruise sentanced to a life in the Artic Circle and who Tom will place infront of one of several thermonuclear devices throughout the film.
The finale, where Benji operates not only on himself but on yet another thermonuclear device while Tom fights the bad guy from part seven who's motivation to continue is somewhat cloudy, is a spectaular let down. Bring out the wacky racers. Not only has Roger Moore done exactly the same stunts in 1983.. it was done much more safely in the airconditioned comfort of Pinewood. Did he need to to have 130km winds whipping his hair around his head while clings onto the wing of some death machine? Did Roger?? Nope he waltzed in, bobbed around for a minute infront of the bluescreen and hes off in the golf cart back to the green room for a shandy and a shag.
We end the film where we began. Its a vicious cycle of condescention masquerading as compliment, simultaniously patting us on the head telling us how clever we are while giving us a wedgie and robbing us blind of any moral decency. AND MORE Hannah Waddingham FFS
Most of the cheaper members of the team are back, edited to within an inch of their lives, in this crack smoking, petroleum sniffing final showdown between Tom Cruise and Grok 2.0.
Its part 8 of the franchise in a World where we all once lol'ed at Jaws 19 in 3D, Jack Slater 5 and here we come back to check on Florida Man, Tom Cruise, sometime after he has heroically parachuted off a mountain onto a train and parachuted his way off that train and into our hearts. You may think with yet another MI sequel its the perfect opportunity to study the affects of aging amongst our Hollywood elites, or see what incredibly ball breaking stunt Tom has decided to perform while we wait for him to do that actual Space Movie he's been promising, but you'd be wrong. This is in just fact another rung in the rehabilitaion of everyones favourite couch surfing Zealot, which believe it or not was exactly twenty years ago today. Its been a two decade long plan in the making, a brilliantly executed scheme no more intricate than Xenu and his diabolical missive to set off nuclear bombs around Volcanoes 75 million years ago and have John Travolta make a buck telling the story.
There's a couple of IMF noobs now added to the roster. A smoking hot psychopathic murderer wanted for a whole host of crimes across the Globe and a Rogue Agent whose jowls could cut concrete. Shouldn’t she be in jail? Are they still called the IMF? Who’s paying for their cool outfits, travel, accomodation and per diems?? Who cares! Pulled into Toms Orbit and destined to be swallowed up by his sheer acting gravitas, they often just need to punch, kick and fight their way out of places Tom decides to send them, putting aside their familes, their futures, and their lives for the mission. Tom plays Jesus, fresh from fighting and defeating the Roman Empire, and now operating in the shadowy underworld. With unlimited money and resources, the freedom of the Globe and no puppet masters to appease. He is what God, Jesus and the Pierce Brosnan James Bond's baby would look like.
Plotwise, Tom really needs to find the thing that the Seventh movies thing will open to get to, and do it in the nick of time before certain doom, with not much to go on, besides a huge VR ride through the entire plot of the film thanks to Groks Headset. On the way theres thrills, North Sea chills and Nuclear spills without any frills this time round, we just don't have time to cram em in. We have alot of time to explain things though, and this they do well. There's one of the Cops from Mindhunter, the real life version of Fix-It Felix's girlfriend, Mr Milcheck driving a submarine for some reason, and in this humble film-fans opinion, an appearance from the absolute star of the show.
Hannah Waddingham. The Glorious Amazon. The sheer sight of her, donning a tight uniform and US Navy cap and strutting about a Battleship Destroyer, plearly whites, bronzed toner highlighting perfect cheekbones you could olly your skateboard off. The film just got a lot better, and she gets her own paragraph here. Sadly though, she just isn't in it enough. Doesn't have a tight shirted Volleyball scene, doesn't stare through sunset soaked blinds out into the calm ocean thinking deeply, doesn't run along a sandy beach sweating out her hopes and dreams in lycra enough or let down her hair and pop on some Berlin to sloe dance to after a long day in her office pantsuit. Its a big let down.
At one point, in one of the most stunning death-bed inventions since Steve Jobs created the Iphone upside down inside the radiation machine at Mount Sinai, or Cyril Callister concocted the recipe for Vegemite while being slowly consumed by a Giant Constrictor at the mouth of the mighty Murrumbidgee River in 1922, Luther invents a quantum quartz cyber crystal digital confinement system rivalling Jor-El's Forbidden Zone that completely reinvents computer storage while dying, possibly from plot related AIDS, I may have missed that reason.
Grace discovers her slight of hand is faster than time and space, Benji doesn't have a hell of alot to do other than keep his wig on and we meet a man who we need to be reminded that was in the first movie, and who Tom Cruise sentanced to a life in the Artic Circle and who Tom will place infront of one of several thermonuclear devices throughout the film.
The finale, where Benji operates not only on himself but on yet another thermonuclear device while Tom fights the bad guy from part seven who's motivation to continue is somewhat cloudy, is a spectaular let down. Bring out the wacky racers. Not only has Roger Moore done exactly the same stunts in 1983.. it was done much more safely in the airconditioned comfort of Pinewood. Did he need to to have 130km winds whipping his hair around his head while clings onto the wing of some death machine? Did Roger?? Nope he waltzed in, bobbed around for a minute infront of the bluescreen and hes off in the golf cart back to the green room for a shandy and a shag.
We end the film where we began. Its a vicious cycle of condescention masquerading as compliment, simultaniously patting us on the head telling us how clever we are while giving us a wedgie and robbing us blind of any moral decency. AND MORE Hannah Waddingham FFS
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Currently laying on my sofa watching the epic Moses…. Proper bank holiday film
witchdoc187
Player Valuation: £60m
Really enjoyed this. A bit surreal so not for everyone but I thought it was excellent.
witchdoc187
Player Valuation: £60m
Also enjoyed this although quite depressing. Reminded me of a ken loach film. Worth a watch in my worthless opinion.
witchdoc187
Player Valuation: £60m
And I don't know why I watched this. I saw some decent reviews on it but it's crap. Utter drivel. Full of plot holes and just formulaic nonsense. Literally felt no emotion in this film except disappointment
Near faultless reviews, says a lot of viewers and critics agree with you
I wanted to see this in the cinema, but it was only in the Fact in the city centre.
tommytowne
Player Valuation: £50m
Oh my word.
Just watched Dead Man's Shoes.
What an absolute masterpiece on so many levels.
Nothing more to add.
Just watched Dead Man's Shoes.
What an absolute masterpiece on so many levels.
Nothing more to add.
Possibly the best low budget film of all time.
Daytripper
Player Valuation: £40m
jaycee
Player Valuation: £60m
Shooters has got to be up there for low budget bangers
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