Rear Admiral affords Adelaideans a great little selection of local comedy, in a cozy little venue, for a reasonable price. And we’ll keep checking back on it, but I’m confident this comedian-run comedy show will continue to attract casual and dedicated audiences alike.
Despite the character and narrative problems, the comedy makes for pretty good fare.
Ashton Kutcher successfully carries the film with his lead performance, reproducing the idiosyncratic walk and speech affectations of the real Steve Jobs, but with Whiteley’s script he’s prone to repeating almost every conceivable Jobs quote.
City of Bones follows young Clary Fray as she attempts to find her abducted mother while learning the forgotten secrets of her past, coming face to face with demons, vampires and werewolves, and getting embroiled in a love affair or two. If all that sounds like a real thrill ride, you’ll be severely disappointed.
It’s all contrived gory nonsense. The plot twists are uninspired, none of it makes much sense, and this B-grade comedy is never more than one step away from being so-bad-it’s-terrible.
Jason Byrne is finishing up at the Ed Fringe and preparing to launch a comedy onslaught on Australia’s shores. Heckler asks him the important questions.
This is a worthy sequel to the original, which wisely focuses on character development rather than just upping the scales of spectacle… It was a given that [Chloe Grace Moretz] would feature more in the sequel. Her burgeoning sexuality, paired with grief for her late father, gives her depth and vulnerability unseen previously, and it’s played with aplomb by the talented star.
Stoker has a English manor, murder-mystery feel to it. High fashion, stately furniture and classic autos dominate the screen and reinforce the repressed, privileged and secretive nature of the Stoker family.
What makes Shane Carruth remarkable as a film-maker is the level of complexity he engages with in his world building. We’re only given the barest of insights into what’s actually happening, but you can’t but feel that it all makes sense if only you would just think about it long enough.
There is seriously something wrong with you if you don’t want to see two sexy scantily clad women with amazing pins and pipes singing smut.
Sweet, grounded and self deprecating, this show is for all those who, even out of their twenties, are a little shy and unsure of themselves.
Getting people out on a weeknight for a late-night gig ain’t that easy; no one wants to rock-out past midnight when they’ve got work in the morning, and especially not in Adelaide on a mid-winter night.
This is one of the few podcasts that will actually have me laughing out loud, in the middle of the street, while people give me weird looks, and for that alone it’s a solid recommendation.
Now You See Me… is a procedural thriller with a heavy dose of spectacle, a bankable cast, a dash of mysticism, and a solid case of the smarts.
Mostly, this is a film about things not happening: characters not hooking up, couples not getting married, spontaneity fizzling out in futility, plans ending in dissolution. It’s a deliberately unambitious film, and therein lies its charm.
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