A simple kind of sample

Something special. An intensified zombie movie withouth the horde of zombies. Actually, it's quite literally withouth any action, but it's written amazingly well with ever so surprising choice of words popping out at every doorway. Wonderful fresh horror.

Fight for eternity

Yeah, you could really attack the ludicrousness and biblical nonsense, laugh and ridicule the historical inaccuracies and plain shittiness. But what good would it do? Who has the time and energy, at least I don't. What is done, is done. Ridley Scott fucking backfired is all.

Life should be unpredictable

The father passes away and the middle-aged children gather up to pay respect at the funeral. They spend an entire week at the old neighbourhood and, unsurprisingly, turns out they have issues of their own. Nothing new under the sun, I probably witness two or three movies exactly like this each year.

Somewhere far away

There's no other way to describe this garbage than 'painfully boring'. A prisoner on the loose thing and Casey Affleck struggles with his acting as he always does.

Tidy the hell up

A French Canadian film of a difficult mom and son relationship. A highly praised and reviewed drama and I can see why even though not exactly my bowl of soup.

Constant stream of humiliations

Four Londoners are about to jump to their very death at the same time. But don't, so they bond, make a pact and befriend. Naturally, they all have issues and that what's this movie is about, and it's spiked up with a bit unnecessary comic relief. Pierce Brosnan, Toni Collette, Imogen Poots and Aaron Paul as the suiciders.

The lost boys of Sudan

Sudanese child refugees of war are stationed to Kansas City, Missouri, and the film - oftentimes underlining it too much - makes entertainment of the cultural differences. But they got it dead on that the first satans the new world produce to the immigrants are Christ, drugs and McDonalds.

Brave the crowds

In case of an avalance, grab your gloves and iphone, leave the wife and kids behind, and run as fast as you can. Swedish man obeys the unwritten rule to the word and, as a momentum, sets things in motion. In no time, it causes quite a few disquieting and uncomfortable moments to the viewers as well.

Most hygienic of beverages

Well, I love wine. I had to drink wine while watching this (Italian was all I had). This movie is mostly about French Bordeaux. It's a quick study of the region, how the wine fluctuates in the business market, what one bad year can do to the sales etcetera. Educational in many ways and changed my perspective on French wine.

Devastation in mind

The novel was cool but I found the movie annoying. Sometimes the words don't turn into images.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

I don't follow any music competitions on the telly or otherwise, but they persist this is a true story, so there. Harmless, albeit typical, from rags to riches story of a Welsh lad who loves his opera and wants to be a singer. Having said all that, the outcome of the movie is perfectly predictable.

Kick up the jams

I reckon this guy has never gotten the respect he deserves. He's more often ridiculed and it's quite likely because he's associated with riding the coattails of famous artists in Finland and he seems so happy. There's always something creepy and suspicious in a guy who's happy in Finland. But it's a fact that he's a stonecold professional manager and his stories are great.

Cat playing a piano

I enjoy watching food programs, but fictional food movie is completely another deal. I'd rather watch any episode of anything Gordon Ramsey, Anthony Bourdain or Keith Floyd - or whoever professional chef - has ever done.

No stranger to misery

Quite wonderful. Never cared much for Mark Ruffalo, but he's on his element as a disheveled New York record producer and label honcho who finds a new talent (Knightley) and things build up. Cool stuff, a true feel-good movie done with passion, although the last 30 minutes of the movie turn into clichéd mush.

They ride their cousins

Extremely mixed feelings. I'm currently reading the American Sniper book by Chris Kyle. And then I read somewhere that it's bunch of blatant exaggeration his confirmed kills and whatnot. It was news to me also that he got killed, by fellow marine no less. And here's Brad Cooper portraying the hero [sic], doesn't quite add up. It's a decent enough a movie, for them American patriots in particular. The shit, that Bush jr. Iraq war, it's based on false fucking pretense, so Clint Eastwood didn't make it easy for the rest of us to like the movie.

One of the thieves was damned

Sligo is a small town somewhere in Ireland and slightly eccentric citizens roam about its moors and seek help and spiritual guidance from its priest (Brendan Gleeson). Some seek illwill. Nothing much happening but well written shit.

The ass of an angel

I usually try to finish the movie I'm set off to see. I hate to leave them unfinished and sometimes I think why I bother. I contemplated throwing this fucker out the window several times, eventually kept my cool, but, shit, time moved motherfucking slow with this boring excuse of a carefree thriller set in Bucharest, Romania.

The beast will follow

Dwayne Johnson as Hercules. I know, sounds shit. And the truth is, after Ridley Scott's Gladiator, all them sword-wielding myth-bound flicks are rather pale in comparison. Maybe because this dares to have fun with the rigid ancient legends, it escapes some criticism. It was quite watchable, methinks.

Skool allihopa

A young woman who was bullied at school takes her revenge 20 years later in a fictive class reunion. Apparently a small sensation in Sweden when it was released. But I, thank heatens, am not a Swede.

Watch the children prey

Cheating and stealing in number of ways in the movie that simultaneously and interlockingly follows the lifes of Pulitzer winner author (Neeson), his mistress (Wilde) and wife (Basinger), a fraud costume designer (Brody) and his sweetheart (Atias), a painter (Franco) and his ex (Kunis) who can't keep a job. Despite the notion that I was sometimes lost in New York, Paris and Rome, I quite enjoyed it all. And when I read the explanation to the story (that I didn't catch in the viewing), it makes it even more interesting.

A dirty little village in the middle of nowhere

I tried to read the novel, but couldn't go further than a few chapters. The movie follows suit. I watched it through though, but with distress. Like before in the Finnish detective Vares series, couple of things in particular annoyed me. First off, the characters they all are weird and wacky (intentionally built that way), and they are plenty. Add that to the worst one-liners known to mankind, and you are good to go.

Never run from a big cat

Another one (3rd) of those Museum adventures with the colourful bunch of people (Roosevelt, Attila the Hun, sir Lancelot, etc.) and, sadly, the last one for Robin Williams and Dick van Dyke.

Times before cell phones and stereoids

There's something amiss when you laugh at 10% of the jokes and sketches, and the rest 90% goes by more or less unnoticed. I mean, you seriously laugh at some of that shit, guts out style, but with the rest of the stuff you feel either cheated or strange satisfaction that you have a superior sense of humour.