Or, Jack Ryan v. bits of the IRA. Awkwardly-conceived thriller which tries to have ‘good’ and ‘bad’ terrorists (this was pre-9/11; the IRA tended to be romanticised in US popculture). Some decent set-pieces, and a picture-postcard view of the UK.
Documentary offering a career retrospective of writer/director Larry Cohen. And an utterly splendid thing it is too; Cohen is engaging and forthright, and a blend of clips, archive footage, and interviews underlines Cohen’s significance to genre. Well worth your time.
An origin story, tenuously linked to Chainsaw 3D. And not a very good one. Clumsy scripting, awkward directorial choices, continuity errors, and an inconsistent tone mar this prequel. Veterans Dorff and Taylor do what they can to add a little class.
A man with memory loss finds that anything that comes close to him dies. A splendidly Stephen King-ish premise is generally effectively handled in this modest and character-focused flick, though unnecessary relationship twists takes it into awkward territory.
A shy video game repair shop worker finds a strange circuit board containing a mesmerising new game. A homage to Cronenberg/Tsukamoto-ish body horror which doesn’t quite know what do do with its premise, and so goes the freakout route.
An estate agent’s flat has a secret lodger, who shifts from a subsistence existence to a campaign of psychological warfare. The first hour is great, but the lack of an ending and a clunky coda undermine some of the movie’s earlier successes. Worth watching tho.
Confusing, incoherent mess of a film. Occasional one liners from Schumer playing to an expression-disabled Hawn who seems uncomfortable throughout while trying to navigate a weird kidnap plot. Schumer is funnier than this. 😡