That’s me being generous.
The misuse of Sam Neill… the misuse of John Carpenter… this should’ve been an all-timer, but instead, it just meanders between inspired moments and total misfires. The atmosphere is there, and I respect the ambition, but it never fully delivers on its promise. The practical effects? I don’t even wanna talk about it.
“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a fucking brutal, hilarious, heartbreaking masterpiece."
A coming-of-age story, but through the filthiest, bleakest, most self-destructive lens imaginable. Trainspotting doesn’t just avoid glamorizing drug abuse—it actively tears down any illusions about it, showing its brutal reality through a series of unforgettable, often grotesque allegories. The infamous “Worst Toilet in Scotland” scene? A perfect visualization of the sheer degradation addiction brings. The baby? The unshakable consequences. Even the film’s most euphoric moments are laced with…
When I was 11ish, this felt like the most badass movie ever. The style, the violence, the larger-than-life characters—it was mesmerizing. Watching it over the years, it always held up as a visual spectacle.
Now, it feels messier than I remembered. The stories don’t connect as well, and the pacing is rough, but the look and atmosphere still make it worth watching.
Some movies you just watch, and some movies completely sweep you away. Bram Stoker’s Dracula is the kind that pulls you under like a dream you don’t want to wake up from. Right from the start, I was hooked—the opening war scene is like watching shadows come to life, these eerie figures fighting under a blood-red sky. And then there’s that moment when Dracula renounces God, and the cross starts bleeding. You can feel the exact second he stops being…
