Big furry rat thing on the wing

A flight officer Maude Garrett is stuck in the ball turret of a bomber. The rusty bucket has seen better days, but that's the least of her worries because she's tormented by an uncooperative crew, attacking Japanese fighter planes and otherwordly rodentlike creature aboard. A silly B-movie garbage, but at least there's quite a hair-raising adventure in it.

You are left with ungatz

Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction - his autobiographical documentary struck me deeply. Albeit entirely fictional, Lucky seems like another biography of Harry Dean Stanton. It's like a premeditated send off. It's his final role and he didn't even live long enough to see the official release. The film also reunites him with Tom Skerritt (after 38 years since they appeared in Alien) and David Lynch (who directed Harry Dean Stanton on numerous occasions). Lucky is a beautiful film of exploration of death and celebration of life. Goodbye Harry.

Conscience with a sinful sound

The most harrowing story of the year where a wee lad - surrounded by death and inhumanity - is fighting for survival in Eastern European countryside during the Second World War. His ordeal is oftentimes painful to watch, some of the scenes are downright disturbing. Václav Marhoul's Painted Bird is a visually stunning masterpiece with a poetic yet unapologetic storytelling. Essentially a European production, but spiced up with a few familiar names such as Harvey Keitel, Stellan Skarsgård and Barry Pepper.

Tombs sit ceremonious

My head almost exploded because the flaws and stupidities of this film were too much to handle. Thankfully all the stupidity is hilarious and it creates quite a ruckus, but sometimes I wonder why the actors even bother with such nonsense.

Everything is meaningful

Hands down, one of the greatest acting performances I've ever witnessed, particularly courtesy of Mads Mikkelsen, Rolf Lassgård and Stine Fischer Christensen. Absolutely stellar shit. And it's a brilliant story. One of those movies that you pick up every so often and are always thoroughly entertained. Directed by Susanne Bier. 

Blood and sand

I've read the first two Peter James's Roy Grace novels - Dead Simple (2005) and Looking Good Dead (2006) - thus far. The season # 1 of Roy Grace is exactly those two novels and it truly is quite decent. As always, lots of material has been left out, but the adaptation is surprisingly pleasant.

The prodigal sun

I probably have said a number of times this or that movie is the worst of the year or the last ten years or whatever. However The Seventh Day hits the new low. Priests are investigating demonic possessions and you'd fall asleep if you weren't so annoyed at its diabolical stupidity. Guy Pearce and Stephen Lang doing God knows what.

Only the cold stones remain

Father Frank's and son Sean's bonding trip takes them to Ireland where they are supposed to say the final goodbye to the woman they both love and toss the ashes of her remains in a remote lake. They have several personal issues to deal with first. And the journey is full of other surprises as well. Done a million times before, but not too much to complain otherwise.

Every justification to kill

An elderly man with dementia goes on a killing spree across North America as he hunts down a nazi who served in Auschwitz. One of my favourite movies of the past few years, released in 2015, starring Christopher Plummer, Martin Landau and Bruno Ganz, all quite recently deceased.

Fountain of Champagne

Covid-19 is for wimps, Covid-21 is the shit. It zombifies the people, it's a hopeless fucking pandemic. A proper shit movie, easily one of the worst that I have ever seen, but I truly enjoyd. Shit story, shit acting, shit everything, but I love watching dismal looking cinema to death.

Into an endless void

A family moves to an apartment where an old woman had lived before. The apartment is full of her things. Everything that was left of her life. She died alone with no one left to miss her. She had no family, so all her belongings were included in the deal when the new residents bought the apartment. She would have been totally forgotten, buried in the ashes of time, unless these folks hadn't made this documentary. It's still fucking sad.

It's called a ghetto blaster

A James Bond movie directed by John Glen in 1987, starring Timothy Dalton as the agent 007, Maryam d'Abo as the Bond girl Kara Milovy, Robert Brown as Bond's superior 'M' (the head of MI6), Desmond Llewelyn as 'Q' (the head of Q division), Caroline Bliss as Miss Moneypenny (MI6 secretary) and Jeroen Krabbé as double agent General Georgi Koskov and Joe Don Baker as arms dealer Brad Whitaker, the main antagonists. The theme song performed by A-Ha. Once again western intelligence and KGB are at each other's throats. The most overlooked film in the series, but I think it's one of the best because without the trademark cheap laughs in the story, it makes the Bond character more serious and darker as well.

Please, let this death be the last

He doesn't know how it's possible, but he keeps on repeating the same day. Always a bunch of assholes he's never seen before kills him for no reason. And he wakes up the next day, just to be killed again. It's kind of what Groundhog Day started and Edge of Tomorrow and Happy Death Day continued, and it's as wicked. And funny too. And violent like, say, John Wick. Frank Grillo, Mel Gibson and Naomi Watts in an adventurous kind of mood.