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.