Review – The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
Catching Fire, the long-awaited sequel to Hunger Games, is a startling film to come out of Hollywood. It is both spectacular and exhilarating… but it is also just so relentlessly fucking bleak.
Catching Fire, the long-awaited sequel to Hunger Games, is a startling film to come out of Hollywood. It is both spectacular and exhilarating… but it is also just so relentlessly fucking bleak.
At its best, Ender’s Game has some gorgeous visuals that are well integrated into the story… outside of that, though, there’s not a lot to recommend this film as a cinematic experience.
This film unfolds like a literary procedural, and here I mean literary as opposed to being cinematic.
The format is simple: six solid comedians doing longer, stronger sets, a cheap schnitty, home and tucked in by ten-thirty.
The Adelaide Fringe Festival … is for the punter that celebrates the misfit, likes a bit of grit in their culture, and is eager to engage with their art… This poster fails to capture what the fringe is all about: a festival for the different, marvellous, unconventional acts that don’t really belong anywhere else in the arts scene.
The name started out as a joke. Co-West founder Rob de Kok was doing video editing on a project, many years ago, when his colleague suggested to him that they retire for a desperately-needed...
The belle of the ball was visiting Melbourne comic Asher Treleaven: those who’ve seen him before know to expect something special, and he didn’t disappoint.
If this is what is coming through in the emerging designer space then there are exciting times ahead.
It is hard not to walk away from this film in awe of… home-grown SA talent in the field.
Steve Coogan brings his much loved character Alan Partridge to the big screen in an over-the-top and downright bizarre comedy that flirts brilliantly and hilariously with bad taste.
The breasts and violence are toned down to accommodate a more outrageous storyline and new characters that push this sequel closer to comedy than its predecessor.
Boy meets girl. Girl and boy fall in love. Bad thing happens. Love is tested. Audience rapidly loses interest in film.
Every Blessed Day is a love story, and a sweet little one at that, about the trials and melodrama of an ongoing relationship.
Whoever said that all high-school dramas ought to be damming, finger-jabbing films with moral outrage and deep-seeded messages? Is it really such a crime to make a simple film that tells a story, without trying to convince everyone to light up some torches, grab a few pitchforks and rage against the machine?
There’s a disarming ‘what were we thinking?’ nature to some of that interview footage, crisp and HD as it is against the grainy and immediate, unfiltered news footage of the time. But it is the latter, the incredible archive stuff spun towards us with a wild metal soundtrack at times, that is the real core of this work.
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