Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Magic Mike

OMG - THE BEST FILM I HAVE SEEN IN AGES. Something which I must sincerely mean because I went all caps lock on yo' ass. Oh yeah I did.

Brilliant scenes. I'd seen Bret Easton Ellis twitterising about it the other day. He was harping on about it being quite dark under its fun exterior. Strip (geddit, cos it's about strippers, ha) back the outer layers and he was bloody right. While I spent a lot of the time laughing at the strippy bits, they were so cringeworthy, and some of the time swooning, let's not forget that I am a woman, I also spent a little bit of time feeling touched (oo er) by the story of Magic Mike. All he wanted to do was set up his customised furniture business. He went to the bank with a $13k downpayment for a loan or something but it got rejected because he had bad credit. He was stripping so that he could get some cash and also in the hope that mean Mr McConaughy would give him equity in the "male dance revue" club, which he didn't. And then to top it all off, he has to pay off some little shit's drug debt to the tune of $10k. BANG, there goes all his hard-earned cash. It was really heartbreaking because he's a good guy and he only wants to do good and do well for himself. 

Channing Tatum has never really been on my radar before. I don't think he's on it now particularly for his body but rather for his dancing. The man has got some serious moves. Ooph!! And, you should see what he can do with his hips. His wife is blessed. Fact. Watch this teaser trailer and you'll see what I mean!!

One bad thing about this. Matt Bomer. I had settled on him in mind for Christian Grey when the film comes out (yes I've read it, yes I recognise that it's a shit book, get over it). I'd even come to terms with the fact that he was gay. However, following this, I just don't buy him as a heterosexual. He had a few stripping scenes and a scene with a lady - could totally tell he wasn't into it. The search continues...

Saturday, 14 July 2012

The Woman In Black

First and foremost I would like to question what the hell has happened to Ciaran Hinds. Man alive he has let himself go. But four or five years ago I was lusting after him in Above Suspicion as the brooding DCI Langton, a tortured soul with a haunted past. Ooph. Now he's positively squidgy and completely sans ooph factor. Shame.

I went to see this with work, which meant another trip to the picture house. Let me tell you something about the picture house, it gets its films about three or four months after the rest of the world has had them. This means that for the big ones (like this appeared to be) the world and her civil partner descend like locusts. For this particular showing, it was the female teenage population and what a bunch of little oiks they were. Screaming at everything. Screaming at nothing!!!!! Daniel Radcliffe appears - AAAAAAHHH. The woman in black appears - AAAHHHHHHH. The camera cuts to a vase on a table - AAHHHHHHH. They were fucking annoying. They'd even brought blankets with them to cower under for crying out loud!! If being annoying was a crime they'd have been charged with going equipped to fuck people off.

So with that off my chest I would like to say that this left me a little bit juddery. I don't tend to buy into the whole ghosty paranormal type thing. It doesn't do anything for me because simply put, I don't believe in ghosts and can't connect with it. Things that could happen like human serial killers, anaesthetic awareness (I'm about to watch Awake) or Steve Martin freak me out. I don't think I was scared particularly about the floating around or the wild shrieking but I didn't like the looming shadow of her. I also didn't like it at the beginning when the children suddenly got up and jumped out of the window. Chilling. As I was walking back from the bus stop there were no lights on in any of the building and my eyes immediately flitted to our windows expecting there to be something or someone there. Alas, there wasn't. But that doesn't mean there couldn't have been. My fear was completely rational. Cough.

On a final note - Daniel Radcliffe... bleurgh.