Karl O' Toole

The rarest of documentaries. Eno is endlessly inventive, optimistic and inspiring. A wonderfully upbeat examination of what it means to be creative created in the most creative manner. If you get any opportunity to see Eno grab it.

Where I enjoyed the two lead performances (for the most part), Strange Darling gets caught up in too much gimmickry. Everyone seems all up themselves because this was shot in 35mm. Whooopee Dooooody Doo! The film starts with a “this is a true crime and what you see is a reenactment” intro that is pretty pointless in the scheme of the film. The dialogue is clunky and the music grating. I suppose in what was a lousy year for film this would get high ratings. Much like the similarly over praised Skinnylegs, or whatever it’s called, Crazy Darlings will disappear from cine-memory quickly.

Of course Enter the Drsgon remains my favorite Martial Arts movie. But The Raid remains a very close second. Intense, exhausting and spectacular. Peak fight choreography. Just enough story to care about. Very rewatchable. Hollywood can spend tens upon tens of millions on their action turds and never reach the level of high octane excellence of The Raid.

I’m not sure what this movie wanted to be. It’s all a little too clean for a bike rider movie. The harder Jodie Comer tries to sound natural the more she clunks. Butler struggles with cool - he just is not. It’s really Hardy’s movie but even he suffers under this writing and direction. The “big” biker get togethers are small for lack of budget. For a movie about a gang they sure don’t feel like they gel. For a movie about bikers it sure don’t travel much in any direction. The Goodfellas influence is all too obvious and akward. The voice over lacks confidence. Every cigarette smoked is full and there’s a lot of smoking in an effort to set period. Not a lot of ash trays. There are a lot of great support actors wasted.

What a weak movie. A sixth sense? A plot that is complete nonsense. The Cage role is just silly. To describe the characters as one dimensional is an exaggeration . They don’t have any dimension. I’m not sure how this movie entered the conversation. It is truly awful. Save your 100 minutes for anything better. Stare at your area rug. More entertaining.

A movie for twelve year old boys with an R-Rating. This film was so irritating I almost left half way through. All performances function at a single level - either angry or smug. Blatently referring to and imitating other movie plots does not make the writing any less lazy, or funny. If you like self-satisfied & dumb you will love this. Much like most of the franchise fodder it will sink into the Marve Memory Swamp of “Which one was that again - the one with the shiny box and fights and explosions?” No … the other one.

The most viewing fun I’ve had cringing in an age. An astonishing mix of despicable , pathetic and ring kissers. Somehow everyone ends up with exactly what they deserve. I guess this is where Trumps interior decorator makes extra cash. King George and Emporer Donny Renaisssnce fairs look like the seventh circle of hell. Cringiest moment? The saddest failure singing along to the Shrek Musical

The movie starts with an interesting premise. Then devolves into a convoluted multi over layered plot mess by the finish. A kinda murder mystery, a kinda serial killer, a kinda missing mother, a kinda annoying flic.

Nothing I love more than an old Granny Hairball.

Seven episodes that should have been four. The series is at its best when Martha is on screen. Donny is a master of inaction - whines when he should act. And he whines a lot and for a long time. Episodes full. Is Donny a metaphor for a certain generation? He makes constant bad decisions, or no decisions but unclear how much he owns them. Based on this series - he certainly capitalized on them eventually. The dude cries more than Sarah Paulson. Martha shines in the lead but the series suffers from second rate secondary characters that all border on pastiche. I’m guessing the creators are big Trainspotting fans judging from the (in this case whinging) voice over and dropping to carpet drug scenes.