To die you got to be alive first

A scifi thriller in post-apocalyptic world. The year is 2044, Antonio Banderas has lost his hair and robots are smart. If the future will be anything close like this it will be motherfucking bleak and boring.

Try listening to jazz for five years

The small harbor of Tickle Cove try to seduce a young doctor and corporate head-honchos to inhabit their little island. One of those feelgood, carefree and harmless pretty little movies. Loved the filming location (Newfoundland) to death.

A wet martini in a paper cup

A music documentary of the band The National. I don't like The National, they are the critical darlings of the past 10 years, but people like me see them as pretentious indie rock bullshit. I picked this up because of the good ratings. What a gem. And it ain't much of the band, but on the center stage is the hero of the day, the film director, singer Matt Berninger's 9 years younger slightly irritating little brother, a metalhead, Tom Beringer, who with his drinking, antics, carefree attitude and crazy-cool questions (Do you have your wallets on stage?) is deliciously out of the professional The National set-up.

Wicked is good

I could say 'a Lost wanna-be' and walk away. Past my teenage years, so I don't see the point and fully undertand the ins and outs of the labyrinthic story. Probably the coolest scifi jungle adventure of today.

Cardboard tombstones in germ warfare

HIV and AIDS are taking hold in the 80s gay community and homo sexuals are freaking out. I liked it when - intentionally or not - it was depicted like there was a hysterical zombie epidemic taking place, but fancy pancy guys in high heels bullshit was quite irritating to tell the truth.

Armageddon ain't good for business

Couple of white trash Aryan psychopaths take an entire African American family hostage. That's the deal here, in all its simplicity, everything else is more or less left unsaid. Moronic film making. Tagged: inspired by true events.

Can't put arms around memory

The late New York Dolls/The Heartbreakers guitarist Johnny Thunders on the spotlight, although the film is a nice insight to the whole 70s rock'n'roll (N.Y. in particular) and junkie scene. There were lots of talking heads that were unknown to me thence I kinda wondered why such important figures as Richard Hell and David Johansen were left out.

When the light of the chosen has died

A band biography of one the northernmost Heavy Metal acts Sentenced. Not overly well written and only touches the surface, but the quotes from the band members are great.

A snake that eats its own tail

Time travel flicks are always infested with loopholes and general ridiculousness thus they are oftentimes a fucken bore. In search of a New York bomber, Predestination does an extra mindfuck, or two, and it drops me off the radar at times, but at least it kind of stands out all the same.

House of ill repute

Somehow this reminded me of David Mamet. I recall he has penned a few excellent old school heist scripts. The Art of the Steal desperately tries to be David Mamet movie, but unmamets.

Red and blue glowsticks

An approaching comet put things jinxed in eight friends' dinner party. I liked it how this group of unknown actors kept the mindbending little fucker interesting and engaging. And I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my mind occupied with the few thousands theories and what-the-fucks it produced.

Five minutes 'til what

A secret agent Jeremy Reins (Stephen Dorff) is imprisoned in a glass coffin placed inside of a car that also contains a bomb that says boom. Of course, this thing draws strong comparisons to Buried (2010), which is an impressive claustrophopic film, whereas this is a spiritless piece and I smelled the twist and the double twist a million miles away.

Like an elephant's trunk

Mr. Guy Trilby (Jason Bateman), a grown man, has found a loophole in the rules of entry in national spelling bee. And he's a big tease in children's competition. If there ever is one, but I didn't get the meaningfulness of this particular story, not one bit.

Sacrilegious sack of shit

I don't like Channing Tatum, even less Jonah Hill. Nominating the latter once for an Academy Award was a travesty. And another fact is that I quit watching the first Jump Street after five minutes or so. I should have done the exact same thing here. Total waste of time.

21st century is a digital book

I disliked the first Captain A movie. It's still bit of a wishy-washy lassie, the character, but I liked the way to whole movie was executed this time around. Proper techno-adventure action.

His arm has had better days

This is dug so seriously into the hellspawn voodoo nonsense - and the actors (Eric Bana in the lead) are playing along - that is has turned viciously against itself. It's almost a deadpan comedy and that's why I'd like to see it with a laughing track.

Restore order with imagination

From Walt Disney (Tom Hanks) to P.L. Travers (Emma Thompson), a group of people brainstorm to translate Mary Poppins into a feature film. On the other hand, we delve deep into the author's troubling past. Fuckloads of high-profile actors keep the the shit together.

For you are with me

Normally I wouldn't mind, but somehow it got to me that they glorified these reckless drivers who drove their high-speed automobiles on the ordinary streets with no fear of hurting anyone or themselves. Otherwise, a silly movie.

And they descended upon the earth

An eccentric Euro piece. An upper-class family hook up with people who show cultish features. Bits off the radar, but you never knew what was lurking behind the next corner as it eloquently dances around sadistic, black-humoured and sexual undertones.