The air you breathe

Brutal shit. Driven by fucked-up childhood, a tour in Gulf War and inner demons, Joe (Joaquin Phoenix) is a feared hired gun who doesn't give a second thought when there's an oppurtunity to do bodily harm to evil people in this world. To rescue a girl and wipe out top New York politician's pedophile ring need extra dose of craziness. Joaquin Phoenix excels and a decent enough a flick, altho not particularly well written. Also, ended abrubtly, unexpectedly, unexplainably. 

Psychic political thriller comedy with a heart

Robert Altman's tremendous movie about film making. Stars playing either themselves or fictional characters step forth like there's no tomorrow, it's too much to mention because the number is ridiculously high. Tim Robbins as a Hollywood studio executive with a stalker to deal with. One of the best satires ever produced.

A higher justice than the rule of law

This is 3rd Murder on the Orient Express I've seen thus far this year. Kenneth Branagh's 2017 version, Sidney Lumet's 1974 version and, finally, this Philip Martin's take (2010) where David Suchet is the genious detective Hercule Poirot. Many consider David Suchet as the right man on the job and I'd easily agree, but I have to witness the Japanese adaptation Oriento kyuukou satsujin jiken (2015) first. A few others as well.

Too bad he's a wanker banker

At first it seems like a nice little party. Friends gather up to celebrate a promotion, but when the secrets are unravelling, ambience shattering to pieces, the party takes a sombre and farcical turn. Someone is dying of something terminal, there's adultery, abuse of friendship and even something close to murder. A lovely 71-minute movie with a wild twist in the end.

Nuclear holocaust

A small Finnish Lapland village go all excited because its only Heavy Metal band (Impaled Rektum) seems to be breaking it with a slot in Norway's biggest Heavy Metal festival. Trouble is the festival doesn't know it. In truth I expected this to be naive and exploiting the capitalization of the genre and, as a fan, I hate the commercialization and general approval of the music that should stay in the shadows. Surprisingly though, I cringed only little, they sort of knew what they were doing and it's quite an easy refreshing comedy.

From nods to nothing

And just like that I watched the season # 2 of Seinfeld. Brilliant episodes such as The Pony Remark, The Jacket, The Phone Message, The Heart Attack and The Chinese Restaurant. I know the episodes inside out therefore probably got more value from the Making Of -documentary where the cast, Larry David, Castle Rock and NBC executives shed light on the birth of Seinfeld phenomenon.

Dying ain't much of a living

The Union and Confederacy make peace in the American Civil War, but Josey Wales chooses not to surrender and make peace with anybody for his family was brutally murdered. Thus he becomes an outlaw and on his way to Mexico he rounds up his own loyal posse, even befriends Comanches, and together they fight against Bluecoats and bounty hunters. Outlaw Josey Wales is a bona fide Clint Eastwood classic, even though it probably ain't his best known pieces, it's definitely as brilliant as any.

Kessler and Bennett

For the heck of it I watched the season #1 of Seinfeld. Done it countless times already. Time will tell I stuck watching the other seasons as well. It is my favourite sitcom of all time, I laugh at the same old jokes all over again. They made nothingness and ordinariness into pure comedy cold.

Listening to the Beatles without earmuffs

The third James Bond film, directed by Guy Hamilton in 1964, starring Sean Connery as the agent 007, Honor Blackman as the Bond girl Pussy Galore, Bernard Lee as Bond's superior M (the head of MI6), Desmond Llewelyn as Q (the head of Q division), Lois Maxwell as Miss Moneypenny (MI6 secretary), Gert Fröbe as Goldfinger, the main antagonist, and Harold Sakata as Oddjob his sidekick. The evil businessman Goldfinger has a devious plan to nuke Fort Knox, pollute its gold inventory for years to come and thus increase the value of his own gold stock.

No pony show

Graboids are subterranean worm-like predators. When fully grown, a graboid can reach up to 10 meters in lenght and weigh up to 20 tons. They are daytime hunters and have no eyes. Graboids should be a desert phenomenon, so it struck everyone with bewilderment when incident occured in the Canadian arctic. Mr Gummer has hunted and killed graboids on two different continents before, so he's the perfect man to deal with the latest infestation. A few people appreciate this kind of nonsense.

Piss and vinegar

A black comedy splatter horror. Never really explained why, but all of a sudden all the mothers and fathers begin attacking and murdering their offspring. It's total brainless craziness with a few hysterically funny moments, but sadly fails to deliver a proper ending.

Enough degradation

The second - and final - season of Sledge Hammer. My finger was constantly on the pause button of the remote because I'm obsessed in writing Sledge's quotes down. And there's delicious material aplenty. The king of cops.

The crucified loser

I understand the reasons why this movie and the two others in Roy Andersson's 'human-trilogy' are considered semi-classics, but I don't necessarily need to like them. His utterly slow-tempo style with unfocused and stagnant cinematography is recognizable and it has a very laconic Scandinavian sense of humour surrounding the whole thing. I read Sånger från andra våningen uses the works of the Peruvian poet César Vallejo as a recurring motif and the movie certainly looks like a series of disconnected events. 

Aiming too high

Totally unaware of Tommy Wiseau and The Room (2003) before. They say he's the coolest cult film maker and The Room is the best worst movie out there. I'm from the Edward Wood school of bad film making myself, but I still wonder why Mr. Wiseau has escaped me. Or just maybe they are making a big fuzz of nothing, dunno. Decent movie of camp film making though.

War eternal

Bunch of gun-toting terrorists invade Ibiza killing dozens of innocent tourists. One of the survivors - empowered by grief and hatred - goes all gung-ho, trains himself to become a master killer and fighter, hoping to infiltrate a terrorist cell. He's become so good that a super secret counter-terrorism program lead by military legends want to hire him. They need him because bad guys are building a nuke! Wrapping all the terrorism clishes and paranoia in a one big waste of time.

Just like Crips and Bloods

It's rare these days to get excited about any new movies. It's like somehow they've lost their edge, everything's done already, they only produce generic shit. A few moments in of Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri and I knew I was in for a treat. First and foremost, the dialogue caught my attention, just superbly executed material (courtesy of director Martin McDonagh) that carry the weight of this wonderful movie. Easily one of the best contemporary films I have seen, the story is there, the dark humour, the actors, just a damn solid package. Will be seeing this again for years to come.

Smart but drunk

There's then and now. In then, a family living a very nomadic lifestyle pursue their dream of building a home made of glass. In now, how things didn't go as planned. An overlong boring family movie of shit parents with four children who suffer from the lack of education, comfort and everything adolescent needs.

It's a lovefuck

An adult fairytale of oppurtunity for people to shrink themselves and live in a makeshift world called Leisureland. Your carbon footprint is minuscule, it's cheap and careless life to live in a teeny-weeny world alongside the giant one. I kind of dug the concept, but once I saw how embarrassed the actors looked on their roles, I realized it wasn't thought through properly and the result looks somewhat stupid. With infinite oppurtunities, instead of seemingly thought-provoking hippie shit, they could have gone a different route and a little twist here and there would have made a huge difference.