One two many

When I was younger the first few Nightmare On Elm Street movies were cool and Freddy Krueger the character pretty much the perfect horror freak. This 2010 cut on the other hand is a desperate attempt to ride on the legacy, so desperate in fact that it shamelessly steals scenes and ideas of its predecessors. Well yeah, someone hollers it's a remake, but of what? The first? Didn't seem like it. The second? Don't know. Don't care.

Lawlessness grew to diabolical proportions

Not bad, better than I expected. But be it as accurate as it may, it remains somewhat a lame biopic that dances around Hoover's gayness and him being a political puppet master. Disappointingly, that's all there is to it. If he was, as I have always believed, something sort of a mad tyrant, it didn't expose here.

Away from death

Riding on the Road and The Walking Dead bandwagon, but with no budget, stars and flair for making suspense.

Truth is a luxury

Weirdly miscast a movie. Set in two time periods; Marton Csokas plays a young Tom Wilkinson and Sam Worthington plays a young Ciarán Hinds. But in truth, it looks quite the opposite. In particular, Marton Csokas is a dead-on match to young Ciarán Hinds whereas Sam Worthington seemingly depicts a log of wood. The story is about bringing a nazi doctor, the surgeon of Birkenau, to justice.

A cab ride home

Super mutants in a really long fight.

Kafka on wheels

I knew they would make a good movie of this Cormac McCarthy novel and they did. It just has an apartment and two people talking and that's it, but it still is has more stuff happening than most of today's movies. The actors Tommy Lee Jones and Samul L. Jackson sometimes even seem too enthusiastic with the wonderful dialogue, but they do alright.

Complicated, maddening mortals

Nothing that I haven't seen before. This type of comedy has come to its end.

Like a twist of rotten silk

Not that it was the first time or anything, but they were pretty ambitious, the film makers, and brought Shakespearean texts and sounds into present time. The actors were having a hoot, no doubt, Ralph Fiennes in particular was on fire, but as a whole the movie was tedious and boring experience. I just learned this was a Ralph Fiennes film, his first, so, well, good luck.

Dead men don't press charges

To tell the truth, I though of purchasing The Killing the original, the Danish one, but I got this one. But nevertheless, it was and still is a fucking intriguing who-dunnit mystery.

Thorns are on the road

Judging by the photos on the DVD cover, I thought of getting a high octane thriller with Dillem Dafoe as a hard-ass assassin, but I got a movie with enviromental issues. So the Tasmanian nature steps up, there's some drama and it's rather watchable and that's it.

Bank robbers make bank

Normally, I don't care much of these kind of comedies, but because I watched it straight after the  slow-moving Melancholia it seemed funnier than it actually is.

It tastes like ashes

Applauded and awarded as an epic masterpiece in Festival de Cannes. But not here baby. Boring shite.

The poor die and the rich don't live

The utopian story of the movie was so fucken rubbish that I was actually quite pleased the actors playing it were equally bad, so it was wholly shite and I don't need to pinpoint anything positive, anything at all.

Right between the eyes baby

Fast-paced French action fuckery that offers lotsa nonsense and absolutely nothing new, but at least it galloped like a motherfucker.

Shrouded by black clouds

Sean Penn as an aging rock star on a nazi hunt. Slightly off-kilter road movie that at times is genuinely funny and heartfelt, and sometimes it's artsy shite boring.

Hell's bollocks

For thirty years, these brits have been funny and entertaining as fuck. But it's difficult keeping up in being funny for thirty years.

You know I always wanted to pretend I was an architect

Yet again, a season packed up with brilliant episodes (The Opposite, The Hamptons, The Marine Biologist, The Puffy Shirt) and I'm sucking 'em down like Coca-Cola.

The siege of Stalingrad

Bunch of TV nobodies trying to act for a living, and fail. The director and writer and everyone else involved probably did their work with their eyes shut. Don't remember shit of the Peckinpah original, but I'm sure it's more than decent and I'm quite convinced he jumps from his grave and kills everyone when he sees this, mad-angry.

Sic vis pacem, bara bellum

The second part of Jens Lapidus Stockholm Noir. Sweden's crime syndicates and bent cops in full battle.

Fatten up the pig

Police force is someone not to fuck with in Rio de Janeiro's favelas. Top-notch no-shit depiction of corruption and crime.

Too many ornaments

Sometimes it was hilariously funny and surprisingly witty. On the other hand, Karl Pilkington is a crybaby and on a long run his whining gets to you.

Nocturnal and nameless

There are thousands of movies like this in every town. Some of these sentimental fucks are alright, some of them aren't.

Fight darkness with darkness

Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, fairies, werepanthers (!) and witches gone amok. Sometimes TV is the cool cinema.

The odor of Kronos is killing me

In principle, this is a very-low key movie with no story whatsover, a film about nothing. But, really, only in principle, it still has four fine actors with brilliant words who make and carry the movie which, in the end, is quite exquisite, hilariously funny and clever. One of the best ones I've seen this year.

Demons are coming out

Some reasonable talent in people like Daniel Craig, Harrison Ford, Sam Rockwell and Clancy Brown, but of course someone wrote them a movie that is complete turd.

Armed with a rusty nail

The twist at the end of this plotholed movie was painfully constrained and Topher Grace's charisma was breath-takingly nonexistent.

All men sin

Westerns can't get more average than this, they even brought in the Carradines to prove it.

We are the horses

Even though I've always liked war movies somehow Stalingrad has missed my radar. It was almost as cool as I've been told it to be, but I wasn't completely satisfied. It depicts nicely the hell that was the city of Stalingrad in WWII, but at times I felt I was watching a play at a theatre than a motion picture.

Just saw a duck in the shape of a cloud

A collection of comedian Steve Martin’s tweets and reader’s anwers to his tweets. The latter in particular are seriously funny sometimes, take for intance someone's comment on S.M.'s writing "I think I'm the only person in the world that truly understands you and gets your humour. That said...you're not very funny." Steve’s stuff is crazy and fucken intelligent at the same time. Here's one pick “Going out today to take pictures of paparazzi." Followed by: "Got some great pictures of paparazzi today. Man, they UGLY! Went through their garbage too. Found my own garbage in their garbage.” Gotta love the man.

Shootin' marbles at the back of the store

Quite a megalomaniac of a story, but, still, a rather impressive Norwegian thriller.

Lost servant in misery

Goat Serpent's "Trident" demo from 1994. Went through my collection of old demos tapes and this fucker of a gem popped right up. Finnish band, from Lieksa if I'm not mistaken, and it was excellent old-school Swedish-school Gothenburg Death Metal. The band produced this one single demo and disappeared. Poof.

A kid from Brooklyn

In between Hellboy and X-Men, only worse, much worse. Captain America, probably the most uninteresting comic character in movies that I've ever seen.

Abracadabra

Engaging piece of work. Christopher Nolan paints some stylish and beautiful imaginery, and even if I didn't quite hold my breath now, the second time I saw this, but I really, fucken sure, liked what I saw.

Steeped in gayness

Officially, their breakthrough season with episodes that are regarded as classics: The Contest, The Bubble Boy, The Cheever Letters and The Junior Mint. Susan Ross (Heidi Swedberg) makes her entrance.

Murder everything that moves

Understandably, as this was made in the fifties, it's all a bit silly, lacking in technical wizardry. There's certain charm, but in the end, it's bad, but in a good way, geddit?

The Whip of Gods. To my friends.

As always in an Aki Kaurismäki picture, there's some laconic beauty here. In many ways, this could be his greatest movie, for instance the first encounter dialogue between M (Markku Peltola) and Anttila (Sakari Kuosmanen) is breath-takingly funny, but towards the end the harmony and structure didn't really hold up.

Castle of clouds

A good while ago I watched the first two movies of this Swedish trilogy (the fucker's called Millennium) and I think I liked them both, this, on the other hand, I didn't get quite a grip on. At first, being on hiatus of the series, I was all fucken confused with all them conspiracies abound.

Rain it down until you got nothing left to give

Real fucken good. Reads like Lehane, Ellroy, James V. Higgins and, maybe, Jim Thompson even. Just watched the film and the adaptation, apart from the closing chapters, was alright.

Seven-point suppository

A fairly weak follow-up to Dirty Harry and Magnum Force. Clint Eastwood does his thing, but everything else is soaked up in naivety.

Pour it down the open drain

I'm currently reading the novel (by Jens Lapidus) this movie is based on. And as a matter of fact, this is the second time I've sat down with the film. First time round, it was your standard Swedish crime issue and not much has changed. Though, with the book on the side, it was a different experience, the adaptation has more depth than I could have expected and the actors did quite alright.

Graffiti with punctuation

I don't know why Steven Soderberg is allowed to make movies. I reckon, this story would have looked nice and effective in the hands of a different director, now it's just one major stars-ridden clusterfuck.

Zero tolerance for walkers

Just to refresh my memory since I'm about to continue with the season 2 in coming weeks. Shy of last two episodes, better than I remembered.

Dead-on C

Circle - Live in Groningen, 2010
There are live bands and then there are bands that perform and fucken execute.

Kiss of the scorpio

Nicolas Winding Refn does some masterful old-school cinema with modern intuition, Drive is a fine example of all that. Otherwise too, it's a cool thriller to the bone. However, my patience to see Ryan Gosling and Carey Mullingan in every second movie is deteriorating.

Single-shit pistol

I tried to give this a chance, but it was hopeless. The only fun thing about it was to witness Josh Brolin yet again killing his career.

Mortal roaring gusher

Peculiar thriller, sometimes somewhat of a slow-moving side, but really quite excellent. 

All around its margins lies the gulf

Google gives 9 610 000 hits for a "Schindler's List", hunt down the one you like.

These pretzels are making me thirsty

Never thought of it, but this could well be my favourite Seinfeld season, presenting such top-notch episodes as The Parking Garage, The Boyfriend and The Limo. Also introducing the first of one of the many regulars, Newman (Wayne Knight), Mr. Lippman (Richard Fancy) and Babu Bhatt (Brian George), the latter however appeared only in three episodes of the entire lenght of the series.

It's medieval out there

This was freaky and not in a positive sense. Who know what happened to Neil Marshall's extraordinary vision of film making, Dog Soldiers and The Descent were outstanding, this flick that tries to be Mad Max and Braveheart and 26 Days Later at the same time fails in everything, from dialogue to acting, from ludicrous story to off-kilter soundtrack. I must have missed something, maybe I'll give the movie a second chance some fine day.

At the top of the mountain, we are all snow leopards

I'm currently reading a very comprehensive - or what seems like a very comprehensive - book about Hunter S. Thompson, therefore the movie of 1 hour and 20 minutes seemed like a waste of time. Pretty cool talking heads here though, like Johnny Depp, Harry Dean Stanton, Sean Penn, Tom Wolfe, John Cusack, Gary Busey, et al. Narrated by Nick Nolte.

Longevity lies within the context of communication

A Jason Statham movie, there's nothing else to it really. Car chases, fights with fists, knives and guns, lotsa running around, macho fuckery abound, one compulsory yet utterly meaninglesss female role to smooth things over.