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"The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man. I'm gonna blow steam out my head like a screaming kettle, I'm gonna talk cod shit to strangers all night, I'm gonna lose the plot on the dancefloor. The free radicals inside me are freakin', man! Tonight I'm Jip Travolta, I'm Peter Popper, I'm going to never-never land with my chosen family, man. We're gonna get more…
Despite the presence of then-rising star Anne Hathaway, this would-be gritty account of the "wigga" phenomenon (of rich young white folk aspiring to African-American gang culture) didn't even get a proper cinema release, and it's no mystery as to why that is the case. It's about as tone deaf and devoid of insight as a film can get.
Every character is an offensive stereotype, every line of dialogue sounds incredibly forced/unnatural and the lead character (played by Anne Hathaway) completely…
"Any normal girl would call the number, meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants."
How can you fail to adore this beautiful film?
It's the tale of a lonely demisexual who finds joy in life's simple pleasures, only to finally discover love. It's a fantastical ode to Paris, The City of Lights. It's funny. It's playful. It's touching. It's uplifting. It's filled to the brim…
Terror Train was the directorial debut of Roger Spottiswoode, a Canadian-born helmer who has become the very definition of "journeyman", to the point where I wouldn't be surprised if he walked around with a t-shirt bearing the words "For Hire".
As slasher pics go, it's competently enough made but mostly rather dull. There's little real tension, the shocks are very predictable, the characters aren't that interesting and the gore is mostly of the tame aftermath variety. In addition, too much…