Anger represents the enemy

Offers absolutely nothing emotionally. No entertainment. No bewilderment. No unbridled joy. No rage. No amusement. No thrills. No disappointment. It's just frivolous mumbo jumbo. Brainless Marvel crap that you watch because you have nothing better to do and you are thankful when it's finally over. You got nothing new, you learned nothing.

One man, and one man alone

This is by far the greatest movie about terrorism I've ever seen. Prophetically it was released just couple of years before 9/11, had they postponed the production it would have never seen the light of day. Damn cool thriller, borderline horror, with the intensive oppressive atmosphere embracing the story, taking paranoia to whole another level as well. And the ending is just mesmerizing in its hopelessness.

Bust into a silo and steal some corn

Wanted to see something that I had seen before and knew wasn't going to disappoint. Kind of a satisfaction guaranteed deal. Nebraska. Upfront family Grant's trip from Montana to Nebraska to claim a million-dollar Mega Sweepstakes Marketing prize. A beautiful and fun and outstandingly well written film.

Freeze the tits off a brass witch

Just the kind of indie crime thingy that sparks up my mood. It's nothing spectacular as such, but cool cast of not the most household names, snappy dialogue, crazy characters, frenzied yet fun action, a simple story of an illegal arms deal gone to shit. Basically 90 minutes of shooting ammo in a deserted warehouse, apt to its name Free Fire. 

Not worth more than my shoe

Zain and Rahil are outcasts in the Lebanese society. Zain was thrown away to the wolves because he defended his underage sister of being married for money. Rahil is an Ethiopian refugee struggling to make do in a new country. They both are kind-hearted people, but it all seems somewhat hopeless because the outward world is evil and heartless. Captivating, emotionally exhausting film that you dearly wish had a happy ending.

Catch a falling star

They are building a sugar coated story of a dad and his drug addict son. This sweet intelligent boy, a delicate poet, from a broken yet perfect family just don't have that sliver of willpower to stay away from hard drugs. Actually, he's a fucking scumbag. Parents didn't raise him wrong, the kid did everything - the drugs and the criminal shit within - by his own will. That's how things go sometimes, nothing out of ordinary, you don't necessarily need to film it. Reckon they were desperate to find a 'serious' film for Steve Carrell and, sure enough, made him mope a lot.

On the wrong side of the grass

The Norths are a happy family living in Los Angeles, the City of Angels. Until one day the father Chris and daughter Carly are murdered. Drive-by shooting. Gang-style. Ludicrously everyone in the city - including the judge and the prosecutor - are afraid of gangs, so there's no conviction of the death of Chris and sweet little Carly! It's preposterous! They even have the nerve the send the bereaving widow into a mental treatment program, the psycho ward! Luckily, Riley North has other ideas. She wants to avenge the death of her family. Shit for brains.

Not black and white enough

I was a little biased. More than that maybe. Thought that giving the best movie award Oscar to the racially aware Green Book was just a shallow transparent attempt to cover up past mistakes and controversies by the Academy. Luckily the director Peter Farrelly (known for goofy comedies in the past) and all the people here, wonderful actors Viggo Mortensen and Mahershala Ali and all the rest in the production proved me wrong. On the surface, Green Book is about the bromance between an elegant African-American concert pianist and his Bronx-born streetwise Italian-American chauffeur. But it cuts deep into the flesh of sheer racism of the Deep South states in the sixties. And yet, at times it's also thunderously funny.

The value of zero

On the one hand Ethan Hawke's Blaze captures the American hillbilly world perfectly and on the other, it's a smooth and stylish biobic of an unknown yet legendary country western musician Blaze Foley. Hawke builds up the story of the singer-songwriter and the whole Outlaw Country genre nicely. How Blaze develops from a gifted young star to a drunken, selfish and mean-spirited bar musician, eventually to barely a name on a tombstone.

Beautiful madness

Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, the iconic comic duo, warm up their career by touring Britain. People seem to have forgotten them, but the old goats have new tricks up their sleeves. Rigor mortis has not set in yet, they even may have a new movie in the making. However, it is a little more difficult to prove their talent once again. Steve Coogan and John C. Reilly excel in Stan and Ollie's sad and tragic comeback tour.

Death is nothing

It's going to be the fight of the century. The son of the infamous Ivan Drago, Viktor, against the son of Apollo Creed, Adonis. Adonis's mentor Rocky Balboa is obviously very worried because he knows how vicious blood runs in those Russian veins and history  - the daddy Drago killed the daddy Creed in the ring - may just repeat itself. Like in the rest few thousand boxing movies, hardly any surprises in the story.

From dust to rubble

Presumably someone thought that making Danny McBride a gun-toting maniac makes a great comedy. It doesn't. What a fucken bore.

A slutty Ebola virus

Bunch of stinking rich Asians gather up in Singapore to celebrate bachelor and wedding parties. Everything screams money, glamour and glitter. Just about everything is impersonal and lifeless as well. One girl, Rachel, from a different background, is like a fish out of water because the privileged people despise and ridicule her as a gold digging bitch. Even in movies, it sickens seeing ultra-rich people lavishly throwing away money for absolute nonsense, the same money that would make all the difference to the suffering in this world.

Cosmic reason to die

It's only two, but I truly enjoy the Happy Death Day series. They put Groundhog Day and Back to the Future into a blender and squeezed out a darkly comic horror adventure. People are literally killed to hell and back. There's one or several masked killers after Tree Gelbman (absolutely wonderful Jessica Rothe) and they continuously and effectively kill her unless, of course, she kills herself first. To find peace, Tree must find a perfect dimension and then close the loop. If only anyone knew how.

Northern lizards cry green

Bryan and Cassie take a trip to a Italy to rekindle their relationship. They need a proper vacation in the countryside, a fresh start, to bury tormenting and lingering thoughts of Cassie's infidelity. And if that wasn't enough, they meet a creepy Italian guy. It just makes a shit movie. 

A whole lot of shit to deal with in a hurry

They were so good, the actors that pulled this through. Otherwise, it's kind of wishywashy love story. Boy and girl fall in love, boy is thrown into jail, they're going to have a baby. Slow and lame and nothing overly exciting.

What an excellent day for an exorcism

I can't begin to fathom how many years it has been since I've seen The Exorcist, the undisputed horror classic from 1973. Haven't changed a bit, as impressive as I saw it back then. It has all the good stuff, from cross masturbation to spinning heads. Makes horror the greatest genre. Fucking love it.