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Universal Soldier: Day of Reckoning (2012)




I have not been this profoundly touched by a film since Schindler's list. Adkins' heartfelt performance left me speechless. Van Damme pulled out all the stops and showed us that he is not only the "muscles from Brussels, but a dramatic leviathan in his own right. And there were times when Lundgren's soulful delivery of expertly-placed one liner emotion-grenades like "Hello, soldier." brought tears to my eyes. So little, yet so much was said.
Unfortunately, I am aware that most movie goers wont share my sublime experience of this motion picture. Such deep insight comes with years of practice and hundreds of hours of footage. Such is life. We can't all be talented, attractive, and possess a remarkable cinematic palette as well as a keen sense of where to use italics in a text to underline key words. But that is by no means a reason to deprive yourself of this gem. Let's start off with the bad. This instalment in the series takes itself far too seriously. It is full of long dramatic travel sequences with no dialogue and ominous music, laboured metaphors and plot devices, and an overall sense of being more than a simple action gore-fest. Which it simply is. No matter how many ideas you "borrow" from "Apocalypse Now". In my humble opinion there is a time for "Gone with the wind", a time for "The Pianist", and a time for "Brutal Blades 7: re-return of the dis-disemboweler". That last one I made up, but imagine if it were real! Oh the possibilities... But I digress. The fact that at times the film tries to be something it's so clearly not makes the experience that little bit more frustrating and tedious.
However, the fight sequences are brutal, well choreographed, inventive, enthralling, and at times hilarious. The token car chase leaves a lot to be desired, but, as always in this film, the ensuing fight scene makes you forgive all previous transgressions. If you are a fan of action, over the top brutality, and are willing to chuckle at the film's rather inflated opinion of itself rather than let it detract from your enjoyment of this epic. And if you don't see it for the violence, see it for the scene where a doctor decides that it would be an excellent idea to drill into the skull of a super-human soldier without anaesthetic. This understandably does not agree with the principal character, sending him into a slow motion Hulk-like rampage. But the detail that made the scene for me was a performance choice Adkins made when the drill bored into his character's skull. I will let you make your own mind up, but I myself found it hard to stop laughing.

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Stitches (2012)

Right... where to start describing this exercise in futility and procrasturbation. I guess a short plot summary is as good a place as any. "Stitches" follows the story of a foul mouthed clown (Noble) who, through a series of hilarious mishaps, ends up getting impaled on a knife at a child's birthday. Years pass, and the now teenage revelers are visited by good old Stitches one more time. Needless to say they are in for a very eventful night.
Ok. In the industry we call a plot like that a slam-dunk, that is to say that no matter how badly you fuck up in production and spend the entire advertising budget on blow, you're still gonna be left with a decent film. Let me start by saying that if you, like me, find unearthly delight in getting your hollow skull brutally eye-raped by an alcoholic clown, read no further. This is the movie for you. Just close this window in your browser, then close the porn that is running in the background, download the film, pour yourself a glass of Cool-Ade or whatever it is you drink on these lonely nights, and prepare to be fadazzled. For the more sophisticated movie goers (I've never met one but I've heard they exist), let me explain my overall rating of three shiny red stars.
This film more than satisfies the blood lust of any slasher fan with brains being scooped, cocks ripped off, and heads getting pulverised all over the goddamned place. Moreover, it's a 'comedy', so it doesn't take itself too seriously like so many of the B-movie crap coming out today where you can sense the director's sickening self-esteem telling him that he has just filmed this generation's "Psycho", when all he or she has really done is stolen an hour or two of my pathetic little life. However, I'm afraid that while there were laughs, at times they were few and far between. The problem was that in between the comic moments and with the lighthearted comedy atmosphere having been established, the film lacked the darkness and creepiness needed to sustain the viewers' excitement. Essentially, it was not funny enough to be called a 'laugh out loud' killer comedy, nor scary and unnerving enough to be deemed a true slasher. 
All that being said, there is no doubt that this flick deserves my three patriotic stars above, since there are funny moments, and it is a decent bit of gore-porn. However, those amongst you that have come to love Noble for his stand-up might want to slightly lower your expectations.

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The Hunger Games (2012)



Although I enjoy watching a bunch of teenagers kill the fuck out of each-other as much as, well, anyone; the plot and execution of “The Hunger Games” left me unsatisfied on a few important points. First of all, in order to have an action movie, one MUST have a car case. That DID NOT happen in the two and a half hours I spent perched in front of my TV waiting for a 69 Ford Mustang to burst through the thick layer of foliage and proceed to chase the principal characters through the jungle while spontaneously catching fire and drooling blood. The closest we got was a pack of what looked like overgrown bulldogs with learning difficulties clumsily stumbling after the  protagonists, as well as the two happy recruits from ‘District 12’ being set on fire, although they were wearing fire retardant suits which sort of defeats the point. If you ask me, the only thing retardant about the film was the overall look. I mean, who would dream that in a post apocalyptic big brother style society everyone except Woody Harrelson would dress like a pig in drag. After the first half hour I was so sick of fluorescent wigs, weird makeup, and clothes that look like they’ve been pried off the cold dead bones of MJ himself, I was ready to throw in the towel and concede that everything I had learned about life and movies up to that point was wrong and I should be fed to the bloodthirsty retard hounds depicted in the film immediately.
The ONLY redeeming feature of this otherwise tooth-grinding vomit-inducing faggotry was the always stellar performance of Woody. He played a depressed alcoholic showbiz promoter, and if a character like that doesn’t bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart, then you might go ahead and volunteer for some hunger games of your own and let us enjoy the burnt out husk that is left of this world in relative peace.


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