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Botched (2007) Stephen Dorff plays a petty criminal enlisted by Russian mafioso Sean Pertwee, to steal an ancient gold cross from the penthouse floor of a Moscow skyscraper. Botched is a film i've enjoyed several times over the years. Straddling that fine horror comedy line this works brilliantly thanks to a good cast who largely play it all deadpan rather than acting up, and some equally bloody murders. The first half is almost Tarantino-esq in it's set up - the heist gone wrong with some crazy characters including Jamie Foreman's gangster who works well with the straight up Dorff. One or two of the characters, such as Geoff Bell's mad as a hatter 'typical' Russian soldier and Bronagh Gallagher's ever so slightly odd Sonya, work because of their almost parody like performances. As the film plays out events become even more bizarre and even more grizzly, at times you won't know whether to laugh or cry and the revelation as to who actually owns the penthouse is frankly, nuts. One of the best horror comedies from this century, Botched is well worth investigating. |
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Just picked up Botched for 10p funnily enough ... along with the REAL worst best worst film ... 2012 (on blu ...10p!! ) AANYway ... Space Rage (1985, Conrad A Palmsimo) Micheal Pare looks like what I always imagined Sick Boy fae Trainspotting to resemble. This has nae bearing on the rest o'the review .... just a peek into my cranny MP is a desperate man.Saddled with a macho veneer in a film where even the bints are hard boiled, he seeks respite from society's bonds by merely being himself. Equally sadly this lands him in the stocks so to speak. Being a selfcontained kind of fellow, he struggles to find his place in a new and exciting enviroment .... but nae for long OR Shit bloweth uppest in space prison romp.
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Mr. Turner (2014) Mike Leigh's biopic of the later life of JMW Turner, probably Britain's greatest ever artist, is a sumptuously photographed and beautifully acted film which is let down by it's fractured structure. The film doesn't flow smoothly, scenes never connect and it's fragmented nature means it never properly involved me, although i was at times watching in awe at the immense beauty of the cinematography and Leigh's insistence on keeping it Grittish by having Timothy Spall's Turner shagging his housekeeper at random moments, a housekeeper who came across equally as grizzled as the grunting Turner. Interesting, but a one watch experience as far as i'm concerned. |
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Now perusing Danny Draven's stodgy yet threadbare reality TV "parody" Hell Asylum. A film that I hold in high regard for all that The dialogue parroted by the cast to a community theatre standard is just the icing on a dry yet fetid cake. Plus one of the characters is called Ambrosia.
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