Sorry once again to my tens of readers, but everything is super hectic for me this week and there may or may not be an update for Clocks and Boxes. If there is, it will be tomorrow at the earliest, but may be as late as the weekend. Either way, I promise it will make as little sense as usual. If you're here for the In Search Of reviews, I hope to return to my previous production schedule shortly.
In the meantime, let me tide you over with reviews of the last three movies I saw:
'Pottersville' is a bad movie even though it has Bigfoot in it. As anyone who has seen 'The Curse of Bigfoot,' 'Boggy Creek 2: The Legend Continues,' or 'Snowbeast' will attest, it is extremely hard to make a bad Bigfoot movie. Somehow Pottersville manages to achieve this difficult goal. Pottersville has a cast of actors who I respect too much to name here. It is bad.
Justice League Review
'Justice League' (2017) was crap, unless you like extremely dull, repetitive fight scenes in a grey-brown colour palette. The filming is so horrible that it makes a scene of two people standing in a field of corn look fake. I only recommend watching this movie if you paid for a copy of 'Green Lantern' and you need a superhero movie that makes it look good by comparison.
Carry On Camping Review
'Carry on Camping' is sexist, dated and plotless. Some of the visual humour is quite fun, but the verbal jokes sound like they were written by a bunch of sniggering teenagers and are delivered by comedians who could do a lot better and knew perfectly well that they were slumming it. Nevertheless, it is about a ten times better than 'Pottersville' and a hundred times better than 'Justice League'. Recommended.
If Karl had learned nothing else during his time as a homeless fugitive, he had learned how to hide. After he slipped away from the police, he had ducked around the corner of the Pyramid and found the street beyond littered with an abundance of hiding place. There were cars, small trees and thick shrubs. On the Pyramid side, there was the remains of the lost Mega Centre's retaining wall. On the other was a motley selection of suburban fences.
Karl ignored all of these possibilities and slipped into a storm-water drain.
It was surprisingly easy. Months of living on garbage had slimmed him down so much that he didn't even need to remove his jacket. And with so many easily accessed and non-stupid hiding places, the cops were unlikely to pursue him here.
Even so, for a while he simply lay still -- waiting, observing. It was only when he was certain that the police were not coming that he took a battered flashlight from the pocket of his ragged jacket and began to look around. ...continue reading "Interlude — Underground"
Delia had never been in the back of a police car before, but nonetheless she made herself at home. She shared her seat with Alfred and Fanaka, who were the only others who had been arrested. Gwen had avoided arrest by knocking a policeman to the ground and fleeing with the protesting Christian thrown over one shoulder.
"Wait, I haven't committed a crime, yet," the young man had cried as his lover dragged him away.
Karl had disappeared in the confusion with Ron in hot pursuit. Once again law enforcement had proved meaningless to anybody who wasn't already law abiding.
Well, mostly law abiding. To Delia's exasperation, Alfred seemed to have had some sort of extremely quick identity crisis, and reinvented himself from 'aging shopkeeper' to 'teenage hooligan.
"Did you see that? Did you see Gwen take down that copper?" he laughed.
One of the constables in the front of the car turned around with a look that was meant to say 'imposing authority' but which Delia read as 'hurt feelings.' ...continue reading "Clocks and Boxes — Part 26: Drive"