PLOT: It’s Christmas Eve and Black Mask and his mutant sledge hammer Killer Croc have orchestrated a breakout from Arkham Asylum with one intention; unleashing eight assassins to kill Batman. …
I was able to firmly smash my Korean cinema cherry once and for all.
Andy Buckle gives us “Some MIFF recommendations, with blurbs, and some choice films I would see were I attending.”
In the words of Ringo Star – “Please forgive the lateness, of this 2nd Diary Entry.”
There have been many incarnations of the Superman on the big screen and the last son of Krypton is back in cinemas with Man of Steel. The fictional character is still as popular as ever…
The question for this week’s GWP roundtable is: What’s your favourite movie monster? Vampires, killer dolls and Amanda Bynes are all acceptable.
Here’s some very informal, experiential musings of the 60th Sydney Film Festival – my 3rd.
Baz Luhrmann’s version of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby has been released in Australia and it’s going to be a tough sell with fans of the novel, and the same goes with all adaptations. …
As my alarm jolted me awake this morning, five thoughts went through my head in quick succession. One: Have they done studies on how little sleep can a person survive on? Two: Am I the case study?? Three: When I get back to LA, I’m so doing a juice cleanse. Four: Oh god, that sounded really LA. Five: I wonder how early the crepe place opens?
That’s the question for this week’s GWP Roundtable: Which film deserves a sequel?
Waking up from a nap I opened my eyes and discovered… I felt better. Hurrah! No more headache, or shakes, and I smiled as I thought Cannes, you haven’t beaten me yet!
“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats, the screening is about to begin. Please turn off your mobile telephones for the duration of the performance.” That recorded message plays first in French, then English, about…
“And too much of your butt? Impossible!” I said [to Matt Damon], because I’m shameless.
As my friend’s alarm clock signalled the start of another Cannes day, I tentatively opened my eyes, scared to feel the presence of a hangover. There was none, and I was relieved that I had enough sense to stop after a few glasses of champagne last night, which was flowing freely at the Weinstein party.
It’s amazing how the weather can affect your mood. Walking out into the sun this morning, seeing the rain cleaned streets sparkle in the sun, I almost wanted to kick up my heels, pull out some jazz hands and possibly break into song. If only I could sing.
After yet another pain au chocolat for breakfast, I walked through some relentless rain, cursing my giant umbrella. Here in Cannes, the smartest guys are the umbrella sellers posted on every corner.
Waking with a start, my tired eyes struggled to focus. Wait, where am I? I asked myself, and… am I late for something?
Given all the traveling I do, you’d think I’d be good at it. This month, by the time I get back to LA after Cannes, I will have sat in a plane seat for about…
Why didn’t The Cabin In The Woods show at my local cinema but Andre Rieu’s Maastricht Concert is? I mean, Mama and Evil Dead (2013) are barely getting a release over here yet did fairly well in the US.
Film geek ladies and gentleman, I am once again thrilled to announce the addition of another fantastic contributor to the ranks of Graffiti with Punctuation.