About as much fun as you can have whilst feeling the imminent pangs of a panic attack creeping up on you, All My Friends Hate Me is a tightly wound dark comedy that sports a very British demeanor yet still manages to be all too universal in its psychological assessment of a generation in flux. This film is the whistle of a boiling kettle reverberating through an empty country manor, familiar and sinister and lonely all at once.
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The Protector! Very humorous title, given how bad Jackie Chan is at protecting people in this. Every character he shares a scene with seems to end up kidnapped, maimed or shot while he remains completely unscathed. His middling incompetence as a NYPD beat-cop somehow leads to him and his partner being promoted to foreign field agents in Hong Kong, because that’s just how things rolled in the 80s, and things only get more gonzo from there.
This is pretty early,…
A legend is born.
Spielberg had proven himself before this, but Raiders truly identifies him as intricate an artisan as a fine clockmaker. The moving parts, big and small, visible and invisible, all fit together exactly as they should, creating such a perfectly harmonious language of pop cinema that changing a single thing about it would be like removing a gear from a carefully wound pocketwatch.
I love the Indiana Jones sequels, but this original has such a beautiful 'whatever-works'…
Kinda hated this in its first half hour, but I eventually found it's groove and let it work it's blood demon art on me. By the end I was mesmerised.
The soundtrack and the visuals go so frigging hard in some scenes, it's the kind of sensory overload that can form an addiction.
Pacing is pretty rough; a side-effect of being originally a five episode arc of the show. And while it's somewhat excusable, even expected of the show, the…
