Without futher ado…
Director – Guy Ritchie
Writers Guy Ritchie, Luc Besson
Runtime – 111 minutes
Jason Statham again heads the cast list; this combination has proved to be a winning team-up in the past so why spoil things now. He portrays Jake Green a man incarcerated for a seven-year solitary stretch who’s out to in one way or another embarrass Macha (Ray Liotta) a self-made casino kingpin and also the person responsible.
Let’s start out by stating that this isn’t your normal Guy Ritchie feature (forget the Madonna ass sucking fest for a moment) nor is it for that matter a film that reflects what Luc Besson is famous for; Transporter, Taken, Lockdown and Leon the list is mountainous and overflows with professionals, assassins, those with a very ‘specific set of skills’ and the occasional animated feature too (Arthur and the Invisibles just to name one) to pummel the ‘one trick pony’ crowd into submission.
Jason Statham proves with his performance why he’s continually utilized in films with gangster leanings and surprisingly portrays his character’s mannerisms and deviant nature with flair as the film plays out. Ray Liotta kills his part as a gangster that as the film nears its finale is forced to look under every rock and behind every curtain as his world comes tumbling down and his attempts at stopping it end in naught but frustration (poop! that might be a spoiler!)
For the most part though Revolver is a ‘slow burn’ revolving around unlocking the right combination for the ultimate con job and an all-consuming descent into utter madness for a couple of the characters with an emphasis on greed and the ego as the only tangible enemy one has to fear and do their damnedest to keep in check.
However, it still remains a strong contender based on acting prowess, an expansive storyline and striking performances. You have been warned.
Director - Terry Gilliam
Writers - Michael Palin, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam and John Cleese
Runtime – 110 minutes
Set in a future where shiny technological appliances are worshipped more than bearded fellows who may, or may not, reside in the clouds we are introduced to the film’s young hero, Kevin. Whisked away in the middle of the night into a fantasy landscape he cautiously joins several vertically challenged fellows who have huge plans in mind to ravage the treasures of history. Kevin’s company has a coveted map (‘the map’) ‘borrowed’ from the creator. With its use they are able to skip through history’s most memorable instances. However, all does not go according to plan as they have pursuers of the evilest kind and numerous circumstances that get out of control, turning stickier by the moment.
An absolute blast of an epic treat no matter how low on the kitchen doorway the ink markings read this is a delicious treat for the entire family.
I’m only surprised that lil Warwick Davis didn’t make it in the cast, he seems to be in every other film with midgets in them…Dammit I went there!
Incidentally his first feature was Return of the Ewok in 1982.
Director and Writer – Mark Jones
Runtime – 92 minutes
Daniel O’ Grady has suddenly come into money. In fact, he’s recently encountered and tricked an undersized jolly green clothed fellow into showing him where he keeps his stash and has procured it for himself. This wealth however comes at a devastating price as Danny soon discovers when his wife becomes intimate with the basement stairs after losing her balance on account of shock. Warwick Davis, the ‘Leprechaun’, is back to give Danny boy a visit, he wants what is his and cares not who gets in the way.
It’s not long until Tory, Jennifer Aniston, a wannabe high class (vegan) socialite, shows up on scene along alongside her father with hopes to renovate the (old) O’ Grady place. A motley painting crew is on hand to help. Ozzy, Mark Holton, by Alex’s considerations is a harmless simpleton who falls for the Imp’s trickery and lives to tell of his encounter though his companions do nothing but dismiss his claims they later start to reconsider as unlikely instances, strange circumstances and unexplainable events more often than not shrouded in prancing emerald cloth continue to mount up.
To be blunt and viciously honest Leprechaun will never be in the running for an award, barring an apocalyptic event in which every other film made falls into the abyss, though I’ll have to admit it was fun in part. Although a great many of the general fiction rules were adhered to; love interest- check, unlikely hero-check, ignorance of a disability-check, loathsome antagonist with a deplorable sense of humor– check. The writing, storyline and characters left a lot to be desired, hence the reasoning for the low audience and critic review scores. But I will admit it was delightful to see Jennifer’s tightly clad backside tumble in the dirt on a number of occasions, as it was hilarious to see Warwick scoot around on various modes of kiddie sized transport. If only the antagonist had more of a sinister edge it would have been a much more entertaining film IMO (for example the original Wishmaster which falls in the same category was more macabre and worth every penny of admission) rather than what I consider a family friendly ominous vibe which though effective to a certain extent, tended to drag on and become blatantly predictable as the movie wore on. On all accounts the Leprechaun’s previous vocation was shoe maker so it goes without saying that he would want to clean every shoe he sees, right. This, as one can only imagine, got tedious very quickly and was used to exhaustion very early on, pity really as the premise originally had legs (see what I did there!) and could have been utilized more effectively given a larger spark of creativity.
The effects are somewhat minimal at best. There’s lots of blood, for all you crimson fans out there, lacerations aplenty but it’s a severed animatronic hand and a miniscule hand that reaches through the telephone, an unmistakable nod to a similar scene in A Nightmare on Elm Street (many years before but with a tongue instead) that uses most of the FX budget.
In essence this is probably not a film I will revisit again unless I’m visited by a small group of friends bearing alcoholic gifts intent on consuming said devil’s liquid by way of a festively themed game.
“Hey Lep. Fuck you ’Lucky charms’