After her sister’s murder, a reporter finds someone is buying murder rooms to make their own house. Ingenious and promising premise aside, Abbatoir soon gets bogged down in padded and clumsy storytelling, some daft production design, and a pretty ropey reveal. Disappointing.
An over-performing cop is sent to a rural backwater; and then the killings start. Affectionate spoof of US buddy action movies with a touch of Midsomer Murders. Slightly overstays its welcome with a never-ending third act, but very solid and entertaining nevertheless.
A deep-space vessel malfunctions; a passenger wakes from cryosleep 90 years early. Odd SF flick which initially plays interestingly with The Shining in space, only to default to creepy romance mode which doesn’t work at all; Act 3 shows evidence of much surgery.
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This film makes no sense. It’s like a film made by people who had a film described to them, but have never actually seen one, and a script written by an alien AI who read a dictionary. Baffling how this was released in this shape. A true turd of a film.
Superlative thriller-cum-crime caper, masterfully told with an ensemble cast at the top of their game. An audacious plot wrapped around noir trappings mark this as one of the best films of its generation. A true classic that still shines bright today.
A political attempt to neuter M16 is found to be the work of an enemy organisation. The first two acts work well, but the last hour falls apart through trying to stitch the Craig-era Bond films into a single narrative with an awkwardly-revealed Blofeld at its centre.
Bond investigates stolen spacecraft so he can avert a nuclear war. Fifth in the franchise and the cracks are starting to show. Connery is jaded, and the Roald Dahl script is awkwardly dated at best. Impressive production design and a couple of neat directorial moments lift some of the tiredness.