A gruesome murderer is on the loose in Norway, leaving only a snowman as a calling card. There’s only one man out there who can catch him - Detective Harry Hole (Michael Fassbender). However, he’s a loner drunk and has to fight his own demons before he can fight crime. Hang on though, he’s been given a perky new sidekick who might just inspire him (Rebecca Ferguson) and oh god this is every cheap crime novel ever made isn’t it?
A young witch moves to a new town to find love. She cooks up potions to draw men in but they always get too attached, ultimately leading to their death.
Such a great screenplay, wonderfully executed. Just like a submarine must tread carefully through the ocean, McTiernan efficiently steers the audience around the twists and turns of the story without ever letting up on the tension.
Beats, Samsung, Starbucks, Pandora, Mercedes-Benz & Hilton: The Movie.
A young woman (Jessica Chastain) runs a very high-stakes poker game and fights hard to stay above the law, sometimes failing. Molly’s Game goes over the origins of the game along with the litigation that follows.
I attended a screening of Gladiator at the Royal Albert Hall, with a live orchestra providing Hans Zimmer’s score. Singer and co-composer Lisa Gerrard was on stage providing her signature vocals.
It was Peace in the Park again here in Sheffield at the weekend. Everyone’s favourite free lovin weed smokin festival, and it’s roughly 30 seconds from my doorstep so I went along.
Holds up quite well to a second viewing, which I wasn’t really expecting. Coco isn’t a particularly complicated film by Pixar standards but the themes of family, memory and tradition are weighty enough to make the ending have a real impact.
New York Times film critic A. O. Scott explains, defends and discusses the oft-maligned practice of criticism in its various forms.
After the dreary and pseudo-artsy Red Sparrow I wanted to go back to a female led spy thriller that is actually quite good.
A Russian ballet dancer (Jennifer Lawrence) gets recruited by an intelligence agency to get the name of a mole off a CIA spy (Joel Edgerton). She goes through a special training school where they teach people to seduce others for information.
Although the third entry into the xXx series was never going to be great, it’s refreshing to see this franchise finally put its tongue in its cheek. Stupid shit happens throughout but it never really asks the audience to buy what it’s selling.
The first film left us itching for more Deadpool and this sequel scratches that itch perfectly. It’s no masterpiece but it keeps the same irreverent tone without feeling too forced just yet.
A couples game night derails when a relative from out of town takes it over and plans a fake kidnapping/murder mystery party. It starts to go south when some real kidnappers show up at the door and everyone still thinks it’s a game.
You won’t believe me but this is better than the first film in almost every way. The bar wasn’t high, so it should also be said that it is still a load of bollocks.
This is one from my childhood (or early teens) that I remember mainly for the x-ray binoculars Vin Diesel uses to see through women’s clothes. What had escaped me was how spectacularly shite it is as a film in spite of this wonderful invention.
It’s easy to call this a redneck Ocean’s Eleven and as a fan of taking the low road that’s what I’m going to do. It’s the same director, it’s a heist movie and most importantly it’s every bit as good and funny.
Over the years actor Bill Murray has garnered a reputation for appearing in various places seemingly out of nowhere, then disappearing just as quickly. This book aims to collect some ‘Bill Murray’ stories from a number of sources and even turns to the man himself for some extra detail and explanation.
In this one, Liam plays an ex-mob hit man who ends up being the target of his former boss. The mob want to kill his son before they kill him so the two must Run All Night to try and escape.
Perhaps we should have watched these Neeson films in chronological order because this film is almost identical The Commuter yet it pre-dates it by four years.
For reasons Unknown we’ve decided to watch all of the Liam Neeson action films he’s been making with Spanish director Jaime Collet-Serra, Non-Stop in one day. We went in alphabetical order so it all kicked off with their most recent effort The Commuter.
One man’s take on life, death and everything in between. I can’t say this is the life changing work some have professed it to be and the book struggles to live up to its catchy title, but the world of self-help books is rife with bullshit so this straight talking take on the genre is refreshing and original.
A gay teenager struggling to work out how to come out of the closet finds someone from his school anonymously online who is in the same situation. They write to each other and fall in love over the internet.
Another entry into the Flashman papers - a series of bawdy, pulpy fictional memoirs underpinned by a surprising degree of historical accuracy. This time Flashy gets stuck on a slave vessel and has to dig his way out of trouble on numerous occasions.
It’s always a joy to come back to this one. Hitchcock puts you in the same uncomfortable seat as Jimmy Stewart, spying on his neighbours, constantly questioning whether he should look away while simultaneously being unable to.