Get Out review: by Rob Stoakes
UK certification: 15
Social horror is a dying genre, and no it’s not how I feel when I awkwardly try to interact with other human beings. No, horror where the scary aspect comes from or inspired by a societal issue. When communism was about there were tonnes of them, like The Thing, Invasion of the Bodysnatchers and any of George Romero’s films.
Now, though, it seems like when the Berlin Wall fell it took this subgenre with it, and now all we have is that rubbish Straw Dogs remake and A Serbian Film, where the commentary on nationalism and European film culture is kind of hard to focus on when the main character puts his <censored> in the <censored> drugged while his son’s <censored> with an eye socket. Also, really cool beards. However, the genre could rise again like the undead, at least if we get some more films as good as Get Out. Continue reading
By Rob Stoakes
If there’s something strange in the neighbourhood, who you gonna call? Outraged MRAs and disappointed movie fans, that’s who.
So, Ghostbusters is yet another film where the controversies surrounding it have significantly more ink on paper devoted to them than the film itself. Increasingly common, it seems, in this age of instant controversy and easy offense. Remember Mad Max Fury: Road? That had THREE gender-based controversies.
Standing on the outside looking in, all of the wailing and gnashing of teeth over Ghostbusters seems kind of dumb. It isn’t kind of dumb, though. It’s actually a ten-car pile up of idiocy. I struggle to think of a stupider thing, maybe Michael Palin making a documentary based entirely on Pokemon Go locations in Milton Keynes. Some of the cars in this pile-up are significantly more bashed up than others, however, so here are the four lowest points of the Ghostbusters debacle! Continue reading
THE HATEFUL EIGHT (UK Cert 18)
Director: Quentin Tarantino
Music: Ennio Morricone
Starring: Samuel L. Jackson, Kurt Russell, Jennifer Jason Leigh
By Rob Stoakes
It’s probably not controversial to say Quentin Tarantino is a very strange creature.
He so perfectly fits the mold of the director who creates work filled with blood, boobs and racial slurs and insists “no no no, it’s ok because it’s satire!” or “I’m just pushing your boundaries!” that of course you’d lump him in with the likes of Eli Roth and his other imitators. Especially when you hear him in interviews or see him try to act like a total badass to paparazzi. Watch that infamous 106 Spark interview again; Tarantino should never be allowed to speak to black people again after that. Continue reading