Steve Evans – Google

We wanted a pew-pew movie for Saturday night, landed on 'The Union' and hit play, I mean c'mon - Berry & Wahlberg, what could go wrong? Seconds in and Springsteen's most 'lost days of USA- centric whining sends me reaching for the vomit bag - but hey, can't blame the movie, anything Springsteen does gets me sprinting for the Off button. A full 2 minutes later Wahlberg and his fellow net-worth £400 million minions are working at their tough jobs, in a snide recreation of the famous photograph "Lunch atop a Skyscraper". Ok, I get it. He's down to earth, salt of the earth, anything earth. OK, I get it. Berry whizzes Mark off to London, 2 weeks training, lots of wise cracks, and a haircut so odd I found myself wondering if Halle needed the crash helmet at all as she (in black leather - why ask?) speeds Mark about on a motorbike at high speed, of course she does, silly me. Inexplicably, most of her full body shots involve a weird red wrap, around her, em, middle. I don't care at this point, I really don't, and read the News on my phone for a while. Lots of people get shot a lot, fairly tame car chase, inexplicable internet 'outings' (are they commenting on BT?) It all sort of merries along, depthless, soul-less blah blah blah. But hey! Lighten-up! It's just a movie eh? It's just . . . . . Em, what? So-so fodder for so-so viewers, everyone goes home all the richer, and the TV goes off none the wiser.

The best thing I've watched for some YEARS. Plot is excellent, story line a plain-sight metaphor for today's fight: IE: the giants = the multinational companies raping this planet. Dubbed into English yet retaing the Norwegian accent (perfect - others: LEARN THIS LESSON) Scenery superb, casting perfect, pacing - just slow enough, just fast enough. Effect used sparingly, to a greater effect, of cour. Excellent, truly exceptional.