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The Hills Have Eyes 2 | September 23, 2007 at 09:06 AM

Piece of shite, avoid.

Liberian Infantry Tactics - Urban Warfare. | September 20, 2007 at 10:09 PM

I thought the British Army was the best at FISH and CHIPS (Fighting In Someone's House and Causing Havoc In People's Streets), but I was wrong.

I present you with the ultimate force in urban warfare. Overlapping lines of fire, skill-at-arms, tactical movement, aimed and suppressing fire, these blokes can't do any of it.


As an addendum, for those who have not encountered his august personage before, I give you General Butt Naked:


Children Of Men | September 20, 2007 at 10:04 PM

My miscreanic status is well established. The double post is the only recourse when I have put off every forum member from replying.

You should experiment, Pete. Get scientific. Start another website, and I won't post on it. See how it goes.

Kiss of death, me.

Children Of Men | September 18, 2007 at 09:28 PM

Bloody good film, this. Good soundtrack apart from a dodgy rendition of Ruby Tuesday, Clive Owen proves himself well tasty with a car door, some nice action and tension, and no gratuitous Yankery.

4/5 miscarriages.

Short Film | September 17, 2007 at 04:03 AM

Loved the overacting when he sees the plane in the rearview. Great stuff.

Zodiac | September 12, 2007 at 04:07 AM

Fincher occasionally goes a bit flat (Panic Room, anyone?) but he's done a good one here. Robert Downey Jr. does another good semi-comedic turn (can he ever be wholly serious?) and Donnie Darko is quietly obsessed as cartoonist-next-door-turned-investigator. Small but excellent performance by Brian Cox.

The film keeps skipping forward so much I initially thought it was about time travel, but it shows that police work isn't all taking bribes and gunfights, consisting mainly of investigating, fact checking and a total lack of shooting people in the head. Despite it clocking in at 2.5 hours and change, it's never boring. Well, almost. However, the case the film is about dragged on a bit, so it's fitting, I suppose.

Perhaps some other directors could learn that people talking isn't automatically boring, and you don't need a car chase to bookend or interrupt every conversation?

Sunshine | September 10, 2007 at 02:48 AM

I've seen much worse!

Boyle likes to play with the camera too much, the science is ramshackle, and quite frankly so many fucking things went wrong I was wondering why the crew didn't quit halfway through and just kill themselves, but aside from that, an entertaining ennough film.

Can't quite understand why they assembled an international cast, only to have them all put on American accents where possible. Oh, wait, yes I can, disregard.

Boyle and Garland seem to be something of a good team, I know Sanada well from Twilight Samurai, and Murphy is okay (yet to top his performance in 28DL, though).

"We should split up."

"That's not a good idea."

"You're probably right. Might get picked off one at a time by aliens."

Hard Wearing Hardware | September 8, 2007 at 06:06 PM

Looking back now, it's ridiculous.

I must have had, literally, a thousand games for my Commodore, and only about 10 of them ever fucking worked. Admittedly, most of them were copied off my mates, so they'd actually work for the first level or so and then pack in.

Pissing about with the volume level just to get the tape to load. Wasting whole days of your summer hols just trying to get the game to work so you could have one go. After excruciating hours getting it to work, playing it and getting on to the second tape, only to find it was fucking broken.

Would the shops take the cunting things back? Would they fook. Had it for weeks by then, they didn't want and couldn't sell a tear-stained tape stinking of desperation and hope.

Mind you, saying that, they were incredibly robust. My little brother dumped an entire bottle of talcum powder onto my C64, and the tape player. Carried on working regardless. Fucking tank! Couldn't do that with a PS3!

Best Webcomic | August 29, 2007 at 03:07 PM

A work of sheer genius. Enough said.

300 | August 28, 2007 at 01:14 PM

Enjoyable film, but I wouldn't go so far as to say good. Certainly, you'll enjoy it more if you don't know what happened at Thermopylae (or even that it happened) and can turn a blind eye to some rather black and white racial and social stereotyping. It's quite obvious it was never intended as a satire or commentary on Europe versus the Middle East, and it has lots of gory action and limbs getting severed.

Don't really know what the American problem is with homosexuality is, either. Can they not accept that men who liked bumming were also good warriors?

Gerard Butler needs to rein his Scots accent in a bit, and the narrator is too sinister/kiddy-fiddlerish, but a decent flick all the same.

Are Friends Electric? On Ukulele And Synth They Are! | August 28, 2007 at 01:06 PM

I've heard alot worse! Fuck, I've paid to hear a lot worse!

Favourite Brown Sauce? | August 28, 2007 at 07:24 AM

I thought women loved kinky vegetable play?

All strapping the radish down and whipping it...

The Death Of Little Things | August 27, 2007 at 04:44 PM

Fucking good article.

I've worked in pubs, as waiter and barman, and decided I didn't have the temprament for it. Much prefer the other side.

Nothing like a good pub and a table of mates. Some of the best and worst times I've ever had have been alcofrolics.

Favourite Brown Sauce? | August 26, 2007 at 05:02 PM

Perhaps I should pat myself dry with a naan bread?

"Fancy a midnight snack, dear?"

Favourite Brown Sauce? | August 26, 2007 at 03:07 PM

That happens with curry, too. You sweat it out later. This is probably the most accountable factor in my girlfriend turnover rate.

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