Since starting my month-long movie marathon, have to admit,
the results have been a lot more positive than I was expecting. Sure, not all
of them have good but, at worst, we’ve only really touched the realms of lame
instead of outright bad. Well, time to change all that. I’ve talking before
about watching movies as a form of emotional therapy, and as masochistic as it
is, that involves bad movies as well. If there is one thing that cinema has
taught me when it comes to the emotional condition of humanity, it’s that even
anger has its place in the output. As such, it’s time for me to delve into
Fifty Shades territory again, which once again means that I’ll discuss
indulging in painful acts under my own volition, as well as revisiting the
spoof movie. Let the airing of grievances begin! This is Fifty Shades Of Black…
ugh, even the title of this thing makes me cringe.
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Showing posts with label zigrino. Show all posts
Wednesday, 7 December 2016
Fifty Shades Of Black (2016) - Movie Review
Since starting my month-long movie marathon, have to admit,
the results have been a lot more positive than I was expecting. Sure, not all
of them have good but, at worst, we’ve only really touched the realms of lame
instead of outright bad. Well, time to change all that. I’ve talking before
about watching movies as a form of emotional therapy, and as masochistic as it
is, that involves bad movies as well. If there is one thing that cinema has
taught me when it comes to the emotional condition of humanity, it’s that even
anger has its place in the output. As such, it’s time for me to delve into
Fifty Shades territory again, which once again means that I’ll discuss
indulging in painful acts under my own volition, as well as revisiting the
spoof movie. Let the airing of grievances begin! This is Fifty Shades Of Black…
ugh, even the title of this thing makes me cringe.
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Thursday, 1 December 2016
Bad Santa 2 (2016) - Movie Review
Over many decades of cynicism burrowing their way deeper
into the collective subconscious, what was once the most wonderful time of the
year is now incredibly demented. Yuletide cheer has given way to soaking those
festive colours in many darker shades, resulting in a time of year that is
joyous but for entirely different reasons and for entirely different people
than it was originally intended.It’s with this in mind that Terry Zwigoff’s Bad Santa might be the most perfect representation of our incredibly warped and yet still loving attitude towards Christmas. Dark and bitter with a foul-mouthed and violent demeanour, Billy Bob Thornton’s titular character brought a whole new kind of Christmas champion to mainstream attention, one that was more likely to smack the baby Jesus than bring it any gifts. It was delightfully demented without really sacrificing the sense of goodwill associated with the holiday (not entirely, at least) and made for a quite enjoyable watch, especially around this time of year. And then the guy who made Mr. Popper’s Penguins was brought on to make a sequel to the story thirteen years later. Insert your own joke about unlucky numbers here because, quite frankly, this film has had enough unnecessary derision laden on it already.
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