Satan och kapitalet

Hans Erik Dyvik Husby aka Hank von Helvete (ex-Turbonegro) does quite a magnificently splendid performance as Dutch-born Swedish troubadour and cult figure Cornelis Vreeswijk, unfortunately the movie does not follow his level of commitment.

Godless predators from other world

Lotsa bang bang. Nothing but bang bang and barefaced pathos.

Among the chosen few

A win-win on many levels, a timeless classic if there ever is one.

God is out to lunch

Willem Dafoe as a nazi and Jeff Goldblum as a sad clown. That's the story in a nutshell. That, and it's a boring piece.

To be really dead must be glorious

In 1931. Ust-Abakanskoye becomes Abakan. Robert Duvall and James Earl Jones are born. Al Capone is sentenced to 11 years in prison for tax evasion in Chicago, Illinois. And Tod Browning completes Dracula, Bela Lugosi as Count Vladimir Dracula.

The stones - the pain

I wish I'd see and comprehend stories like this only as fiction.

Frumpy sounds onomatopoetically right

I am a fan of this witty, educative and articulate series. It oftentimes flies above my understanding with its U.S. domestic policy jargon, but gladly it's usually style over matter. However, it ain't endlessly top-notch, when The West Wing is kind of in an idle mode it can be deadly boring. But having said that, when it's on fire, it takes your breath away.

Jar of gypsy tears

"Are you telling me the man who tried to put a rubber fist in my anus was a homosexual?" Top that Seth Rogen, Tod Phillips and Adam Sandler.

Come what may

Don't know if it's bad acting or what, but the chemistry between the main stars here is nonexistent, it however doesn't entirely vaporize the appeal of this adult fairytale.

Unholy grasp of Satan

Lotsa cockshite superstition, bodysnatching rascals and walking stiffs. Sounds like in between funny and scary, but it wasn't.

Crazy how you can get yourself in a mess sometimes

Somewhat decent film noir, but even tho' it's a Stanley Kubrick piece, it's nothing out of ordinary.

Funeral drugs

Broodingly depressive, as espected, but, as espected, real fucken good.

Extraterrestrials in the trees

Despite super-monsters, high calibre machine guns, attack helicopters and fighter jets that could easily kill thousands, and fuck else, this was boring shit.

No man cannot walk out on his own story

I've never been particularly interested in animated features, but if they are as entertaining, energized, funny, cleverly written, masterfully voice-acted and music-scored as Rango here, they should come around more often.

Eagles suck

Irritatingly boring sports & comedy movie that lacks in action and humour. Each and every scene is painfully prolonged. I wept in frustration.

Got it late in the evening

An above average British thriller, in between the likes of Hitcher and Duel, less in atmosphere, close in tension, more in gore.

Terribly busy kinging

Good one, yes, but not such an overpowering force and magical piece that they all say there everywhere.

The men died wonderfully

Craziness of war depicted in unfailing Kubrick virtue and wisdom.

His spirit departed

I thought of putting this on as a background entertainment and start reading the latest Uncut -magazine with Tom Waits on the cover. Turning the front page of the magazine was what I found time or interest for. Huge admirer of Tom Waits, not much of a motorsport fan, but this documentary had me nailed to the fucking seat.

Unknown is among us

Clumsy, poorly acted adaptation of A.C.'s novel.

Unseen tides pulling us apart

Quite a wicked and twisted story, borderline original, I wish they'd told it a tad more intense manner.

Drift on numbered days

This one, it desperately tries to be controversial and bring forth a breath of fresh air in black comedy, but it takes a little more than foul language and dirty jokes to cut it.

Like it sounds

Javier Bardem does one of the best performances in the history of cinema and the movie, even though disquietingly melancholic, is quite equally of arresting nature.

They were among us

Over three hours of material left little unsaid.

La vida loca

Stupendously bad. There's no fibre in this movie that's anywhere near something alright.

Pumped up on prozac

Right from the get-go, 'Will this ever end?' was my one and only thought.

Martin, Marsan, Gemma

Quite a show of talentmanship to make a watchable movie full of gaping plotholes, questions unanswered and unsuspectedness hovering somewhere there in total zero.

Whipping rigor mortis

I believe I've heard the term for an obsession to watch movies like this. Self-flagellation, if I'm not mistaken. Humiliation of one's self.

Do some apocalyptic doom

Probably the best satire of all time. Of 'em many things, I was particularly flabbergasted by the phenomenal writing and acting.

A little slice of rabid mental illness

Not as dead-on exquisite as the previous one (Mielensäpahoittaja) I read, but this picaresque novel has its moments and funny bits alright.

On the black side of mind

I don’t have the strenght or desire to voice an opinion over this garbage. It was so out there you know.

In town, downtown, in here

Brooding, remarkably well shot slasher-thriller with a healthy dose of eighties naivety.

Consigned to the apathy of oblivion

In this movie, there were monks or priests or what-have-you and they were chanting. And then there was something else.

Don't sweat the technique

This one is a miss, but at least they are making movies of Michael Connelly's wonderful novels.

Bury me beneath the willow

One of those perfectly watchable dramas where story has nothing on anything, but at least the players are alright.

Twelve for a very long time

Deathly pale compared to the Swedish original and you can question the necessity of this U.S. remake to the fuck of the world.

Totes McGotes

Paul Rudd's embarrassing David Brent impersonations stood out like a stick in a pile of shit in this piece of shit of a comedy.

Where are the shovels?

Couldn't ruin Sunday by pickin' up this one. One of the greatest.

Psychic shit is mumbo-jumbo

Weirdly uneastwoodish, slow-moving almost tiring cut.

Chased by ravenous freaks

Simple, straight-forward slaughtering of the zombies -fun.

Unleash the full power of the Bifrost

During the first 15 minutes I thought I'd never survive this CGI -foolishness, but as soon as I realized that the film makers aren't such serious-minded players after all, Thor opened up differently to me. It ain't epic, but fun.

Twenty whacks

I’d been avoiding this movie like plague. Somehow I didn’t expect that Eastwood-Jolie collaboration would have any effect on me. Fortunately, Clint Eastwood’s unconventional way of making movies prevails and Changeling was a win-win.

Retreat is not an option

A different kind of mindfuck. Loved the novel and the adaptation in its noirish beauty is close to a masterpiece.

Let the children play

Euro-horror surprise of the week with the-living-shit-scares aplenty.

The one-eyed dwarf is the king

Witty black comedy with naturally funny people like Simon Pegg and Jon Polito in the ranks. The story is frenziedly crazy and even if it develops like a motherfucker it has a nice rhythm to it.

Appealing to recline

Typical British crime caper. Bleak and violent and easily forgettable.

Them bitches are crackwhore zombies

Strippers and zombies in a shamelessly amateur film. Nothing else.

The roads are heavy

One of my favourite DVDs. Madrugada ain’t as dead-on rocking cool as their land mates and closest contemporaries My Midnight Creeps and Ricochets, which both fucken destroy, but they have some compelling magic alright. And they have some of the coolest of fucking songs out there, Running Out of Time for instance - god, that’s something. The vocalist Sivert Höyem is oddly uncharismatic and as a singer he’s dancing on a tightrope, but somehow he’s perfect for this group, he turns his uncharisma into charisma if you follow my train of thought. The sadly departed guitarist Robert Burås, even though commonly muchly appreciated, doesn’t stand out either even though his role is the most important. I keep on watching and listening to the “little” things like the sudden attacks of saxophone or violin, bursts of drums, the second guitarist hiding in the background, the background orchestra in the deepest of shadows, the audience (huge fucking audience, the band’s big in Norway and only in Norway, I suppose) and the music of course which sometimes is frighteningly AOR or Country (Lift Me), but it all is still fucking captivating. Strange, big unity, Madrugada. Cool shit.

Faiyâwôru

I'm reducing the size of my DVD collection and putting movies for sale at a flea market. I check some of them out to see if they are any good. I hope this one finds a nice home. Not hoping to see you again.

Ice water for people in Hell

Old-school comedy with some funny old men with whom I shared sense of shame.