Don't investigate my case

Detective Carl Mørck (Nikolaj Lie Kaas) is like James "Jimmy" McNulty (Dominic West) from The Wire. He smokes, drinks, a bit of stubborn asshole. This Danish thriller based on Jussi Adler-Olsen's novel is really nice and good.

You don't trust God when it comes to concrete

Ivan Locke (Tom Hardy) has a list of things he needs to do while driving. As the utmost priority, he drives where he needs to be, to take care of a fuck-up. Based on one little idea, the whole thing, thence a bit shallow the concept, and done a few times. Still, quite alright.

Frozen down to the core

A family drama thing with an ordinary marine biologist father (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) and an adrenaline junkie war photographer wife (Juliette Binoche) who hates life being normal. They have two daughters. And one of the two daughters wants to experience hating life being normal, and family life turns to shit. Rest assured, a tedious fucking thing.

Bones don't lie

Well, of course, what struck me first in this series was New Zealand's stunning fucking landscape. I could easily stare at it for a lifetime. Otherwise, a very good crime thing in its own right. Simple girl-gone-missing story with fucklots of weird colourful characters.

Vaguely amusing joke

Steven Coogan and Rob Brydon are acting themselves. Of course, a scripted story of two comedians doing a car trip that's taking them through thoroughly British countryside and exquisite restaurants. And we watch them talk non-stop. It ain't that bad as it sounds.

When things get dark

Apart from the fact that I've seen it, I remember fuck all of Insidious 1. Probably the same old crap as with this Chapter 2 fucking shit. There are ghosts everywhere and people are mightily scared. Unwelcomely tedious cheap thrills.

Face down in an alley somewhere

Wow. A B-movie scifi thriller head stuck so tight up its ass that, I reckon, everyone either smiles with irony, chooses not to care or does not understand a goddamn thing when they see it.

Apprehend the albino

I watched this garbage for an hour, and for those 60 minutes I contemplated throwing the fucker outta window. The next day I decided to give it a second change and completed it. Didn't like it. Didn't much hate it either. A Kevin Costner version of Taken, or something like that.

In the shadows of shame and fear

I'm old-fashioned when it comes to movies, I don't particularly enjoy the high-tech super expensive flashy shits (Transformers, all the godzillas and what-have-you apes, supermans, ironmans, Captain A-holes etcetera), I like things quiet, character-driven and simple. The X-men series is an exception - the mutant funky business and fact-paced mumbo-jumbo is fucken alright.

Paradise is in hell

Pawn shop robbers are up against a villageful of cannibal witches. A Spanish horror comedy is quite hysterical yet, in all honesty, I expected a whole lot better.

There is a horse on the roof

Well, wasn't this a weird fantasy fucker. A romantic fairytale seasoned with flying horses and gangs of New York. Will Smith as Lucifer was rather ludicrous as well.

Losing love itself

A small town thriller of a fugitive on the loose. I like these kinds that are emotional enough to make you feel good and that are just exciting enough to keep you on your toes and expect for the worse.

All the fellas lay their money down

The titles translates You don't believe this one either..., it's a follow-up to the musings of a Finnish-born actor Ville Haapasalo who makes his living and gets his stories in Russia. A quick interesting read.

President in the making

Finland's National Coalition party people doing a presidential campaign. The most uninteresting fucking topic imaginable. And, of course, piece of shit.

People learn to hate

Idris Elba portrays Nelson Mandela, a thoroughly fine and convincing job there. But as I reckon, Nelson, his family and his 30 million South African compadres suffered to hell and back and yet this movie offers only lukewarm thrills at best.

Washed-up damaged goods

Pro-cycling is a doped-up sport, rotten to the fucking core. Lance Armstrong used all the possible enhanching chemicals possible, was under suspicion throughout his career, got caught and lost all the titles. And yet, he still thinks he's the best. And you know what, he's right. Cycling is a doping sport, pure and simple, they all are drugged out of their fucking minds.