Category archives: Film
On the Reading of Very Bad Books (or, “Please put down that thesaurus, Mr. Torro”)
I’m rarely happier, rarely more blissfully content, rarely more the spitting image of a gurning pig in the gooiest shit, than when watching a “bad” film. I don’t, of course, mean bad “bad” films. You know the ones. Mainstream, bombastic,… continue reading »
Titanic II: Looks Like History’s Repeating Itself
Countless bits of pop-apocrypha cling (like wailing, frost-bitten, doomed wretches) to the myth and meaning of the RMS Titanic. Vengeful Egyptian mummies in the cargo hold. Captain Smith saving a baby before floating off into the night. Stiff-upper-lippy musicians stoically… continue reading »
The 9th Circle Film Club: Rocky IV (1985)
Ah, Rocky IV…how much do I love thee? Let me (randomly) number the ways. 1) You’re an intoxicating potpourri of muscle fetishism, bloody violence, revenge and cloying sentimentality that is so 1985 it actually hurts (see Commando for even more… continue reading »
The 9th Circle Film Club: CyberTracker (1994)
So listen, you wretched bunch of phoneys, I know you pretend to like prestige transcendo-flicks like The Hours, or triumph-of-the-yadda-cocksplat rubbish like A Beautiful Mind – but I also know what you’d rather be doing. Sprawled out on the couch… continue reading »
Songs for the Bewildered: Hungry Eyes
So there we were tonight watching (like the cool cats we are) the extras on the Dirty Dancing 20th Anniversary Special Edition DVD (I know, I know…) when on comes the video for “Hungry Eyes”. Three minutes and forty-five seconds… continue reading »
Every Day is a Gif(t): Tumbley Hole Man
Formative experience recollection time. It’s a summer evening in, oh, 1979 (or thenabouts), and I’m standing – gob-smacked and wonder-filled – in the lobby of the (no-longer-existent) prom-side cinema in Lahinch, Co. Clare. I’ve just seen Disney’s Snow White &… continue reading »
The Campaign Poster Debaffler: 2 – John Cronin
The “Campaign Poster Debaffler” next focuses its critical gaze on the kindly physog of Cllr. John Cronin. Here he be: First impressions suggest a zero-tolerance approach to nonsense. A plain white background free of fireworks, fluffy clouds, chortling babies, or… continue reading »
