Some stories are too true to tell

It all came back to haunt me. Them Reagan era shenanigans; the shady politics and tie-in deals, traffickers, the CIA, the FBI and the journalists risking their lives putting 'em all together. Plus, of course, the Nigaraguan marching powder. Based on the true story, but, to quote the headline, some stories are too true to tell, so we only scratch the surface here.

Hungry wolves

A rookie internal affairs officer suspects that the head of narcotics department is up to no good. A standard not-yesterday's-news case, but I reckon I haven't seen any Icelandic crime movies before and it makes a rather splendid appearance, comparable to its Norwegian, Swedish and Danish counterparts.

Earth is its equal

Having read no reviews, judging only by the title, I expected something completely different. What I got was a story of vodka-slurping people in a beautifully bleak village somewhere in northern Russia. The barren landscapes make it kind of magical and the actors do incredibly well (read a trivia that they drank booze for real), but otherwise it's just a painfully slow-moving drama.

Love the land and fellow man

Scott Ian seems like a such a nice man. In his memoir he doesn't go ways talking shit about anyone (unless, of course, you happen to be Blackie Lawless of W.A.S.P.) - in fact, he seems to be so nice with his niceties that you can't help thinking that he's leaving something out. Nevertheless, good story this, found the personal family reminiscences a bit boring but tidbits of the early U.S. Speed and Thrash Metal scene were very interesting.

Can't rush inspiration

Walter Keane (Christoph Waltz) takes credit of Margaret Keane's (Amy Adams) paintings and eventually the truth begins to unravel begetting a few funny, uncomfortable and disquieting scenes. Based on true events. Tim Burton makes a rather washed-up story into a captivating motion picture.

It's possible that truth exists

Translates to 'First dog on the moon'. Newspapers columns by famous Finnish astronomer put into one volume. Funny, easily readable musings.

Selling camel shit to Arabs

Season # 3 of Lilyhammer. And I hope to fuck that it ain't true that the show has been cancelled. Wouldn't be the first time they stop doing cool as shit TV productions though. Fuck.

Hot water, no Germans

I admit, I know little, if at all, of Turkey's history. Not early 20th century or otherwise. So, it's a pleasure to learn and discover something new with movies. Probably what struck me the most is that Turkey seems to be one of those countries that has been at constant war at all times. Anyways, congratulations to Russell Crowe for doing this and starring as an Australian father of three who goes to Turkey in search of his boys presumably dead and joining the Ottoman partisans and whatnot.

Forever is a very long time

A Polish nun is roaming about a countryside in search of her parents who got lost in the aftermath of WWII. A b&w production that, despite a quite thin storyline, is surprisingly entertaining in its laconic touch.

Unclean spirits go in your ears

Norwegian Christian Death Metal band Extol makes a comeback. Well, I tried to take this as a music documentary - the genre I'm comfortable with. But Christian Death Metal - that's fucken evil and wrong, even though they do their utmost to convince us otherwise. Extol's music is shit as repulsively bad, as a music documentary it's actually pretty good a film.

With laundry detergent and lye

The Dennis Lehane novel was great, the movie is kind of great too. I mean, it's my kind of crime caper with a bunch of shady characters and all - great actors to boot - but it never really ignated properly. Fun to watch, but perhaps too easily forgotten.

Into blast furnace

Where the hell did this come from? An excellent cold war espionage thriller from a Polish standpoint. The world is on the verge of WWIII and quite likely a nuclear annihilation and a lone Polish colonel (codename: The Seagull) makes an effort to save mankind. Based on a true story, an authentic looking film and easily competes with the best of them.

Like it's two pennies

Based-on-a-Stephen-King-novel-straight-to-DVD-crap. After 25 years of marriage, the wife discovers that her husband is a serial killer (a dozen victims). Needless to say perhaps, but it's pretty bad the whole movie.

The gates of prison are open

I kept repeating myself that it's only a movie. Hadn't I done so, I had been so disgusted that I'd never finish it. Excellent stuff, a Susanne Bier movie with the Danish heavyweights (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Ulrich Thomsen and Nikolaj Lie Kaas) in the lead.

The posthumous humiliation

Starts out as a vigorous heist movie, but ends up as the Jason-Statham-survives-everything-kills-everyone silliness, so much, in fact, that it buries the Donald E. Westlake novel (that the movie is based on) coolness.

Wicked witch from the north

Olive Kitteridge (Frances McDormand) is a judgemental and intolerent and petty and stubborn and a very candid woman and his husband (Richard Jenkins) is the kindest man on earth. I had this DVD on my shelf for months until I read somewhere that it won Primetime Emmy awards, so I watched the fucking thing. A splendid four episode mini series.

Walk the grid

I have read most of the novels Jeffery Deaver has penned. The Skin Collector is another one to the Lincoln Rhyme series and, in all honesty, it starts to repeat itself. It's good and it's comfortable, but the element of surprise is long gone.