Another consequence of the Covid Pandemic was the cancellation of the Eurovision Song Contest and that’s super sad because it’s one of the best evening of the year.
Thanks to this movie, we had a taste of our favourite contest. It may not have filled the gap, but the duo Ferrell-McAdams made us laugh and brought a welcome Eurosong touch to this disastrous year.
Lately, we’ve seen contestants trying to adapt their act to the standards of nowadays pop music… But Fire Saga reflects what I think Eurovision is about: a celebration of individuality where people from all over Europe bring something different.
Friday was warm, so warm that our traditional pizza-gaming eve got replaced by a pizza-movie eve. But what movie to watch when there’s barely any air to breathe?
I don’t know why we decided to watch The King of Staten Island… To be honest, the trailer and the tattoos were probably the selling point. Anyway, we watched it with greater pleasure than we anticipated. The King of Staten Island created a nice chill vibe over our week-end and it still hasn’t left.
While not much happens, the ambiance is great and Scott is a very attaching character with an amazing t-shirt collection, his sense of humour was balancing perfectly the dramatic undertones of the movie.
Chris and I are huge horror fans, and since psychological dramas are taking over our beloved genre, we’ve decided to re-watch the good old classics for now. Nothing beats a slasher movie on Saturday night so, we’ve decided to start our re-run galore with “A Nightmare on Elm Street” series.
Yesterday evening we’ve watched the first one, released in 1984. Now that’s what I call real horror. How I’ve missed the simple plots of a slasher movie! No intricate dialogues, no psychological BS, and no violins… Just the simple life of teens, trying to outwit a creepy killer on cool 80’s tunes. The perfect recipe for a Saturday horror night.
While reading some trivia of “A Nightmare on Elm Street”, I’ve learned that the movie is actually inspired by real-life events. Apparently, Wes Craven decided to make this movie after reading some L.A. Times articles about a group of teenage immigrants who, after moving to the U.S., died in their sleep after suffering from disturbing nightmares.
Interesting… A great concept, perfectly translated. The last time that I had watched a NOES is so long ago that I barely remember any of it. I’m glad we decided to do some re-runs for now, I have the feeling that I’m watching most movies for the first time again. The perks of getting older… hehe…
Anyway, A Nightmare On Elm Street is, in my opinion, along with Halloween and Friday the 13th, one of the best slasher movies ever made.
Wicked witches are probably the best protagonist in fantasy. In cinema or on TV, the casting is often done right and correspond to the right image of the witches in fantasy. Unfortunately, sometimes, the casting is wrong and the result is, for me, a huge loss in quality.
Let me state first that it has nothing to do with skin tone, this isn’t a purist post about witches in fantasy. That’s why I posted a picture of the Weird Sisters from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Three different colors, all three perfect in their roles.
Witches spend their lives learning secret knowledge, hidden from the world. They are more powerful than kings and, as such, are often regarded as threats. They work as council for the rulers or as enemy of the free world. They have a scarred side, the price they pay for messing with the natural order of things and a beautiful side, the one they show to the world.
Among the actresses who were an absolute fit, there is Katie McGrath in the role of Morgana from the TV show Merlin. She is the perfect incarnation of anger, arrogance and elegance.
Another great cast was Jessica De Gouw in the role of the evil witch from Gretel & Hansel. She managed to transform the tension built during the movie into jaw dropping final scene.
On the other side, there is Anya Chalotra in the role of Yennefer from the TV show The Witcher. To me, she’s the perfect example of a witch miscast, she’s plump, inelegant and she really doesn’t inspire danger. She was good in the role of the hunchback, but certainly not in the role of Yennefer. I really enjoyed the first season of the show, but it almost seems that Yennefer and Tissala weren’t cast by the same people. MyAnna Buring makes a perfect witch, elegant and severe while Anya Chalotra seems to struggle walking in dressed up shoes.
TLDR: Wicked witches make a show when they are cast properly. They need to be arrogant, elegant and dangerous. Yennefer is a miscast.
I remember renting Child’s Play when I was a kid, I was disappointed and didn’t consider the franchise anymore… I’ve never been scared by dolls and puppets (except Anabelle, she’s creepy), and I like to be scared when I watch a scary movie or, at least, laugh, but Chucky didn’t do either of those.
The current state of horror cinema doesn’t allow me to be picky and, in this case, it was a good thing because I ended up having a great evening watching Child’s Play. The movie isn’t really scary but it has a good vibe and it made me laugh a few times.
What made the movie greater than what I expected is the voice of Mark Hamill as Buddi, the homicidal toy doll. If you are not convinced, listen to Buddi’s song, written by Bear McCreary and performed by Mark Hamill, I find it awesome.
In the summer of ’94, I started hanging out with some school mates that apparently were into roleplaying. One day, a bunch of us had planned to hang out in the attic room of my best friends’ old house, where they surprised me with a campaign of Call of Cthulhu. I had never heard about H.P. Lovecraft and his universe before, but since that day I’m a huge fan.
When the movie “Color out of Space” came out, Chris and I wanted to keep it for a special occasion. This Easter holiday, I thought it would be a great idea to make it a Cthulhu inspired day.
We first opened a good bottle of wine and enjoyed the beautiful weather on our balcony. It was a great moment, and Chris even got a little sunburn.
After that we crashed in the couch, and started watching “Color out of Space”. To be honest, I had no idea what to expect of the movie, I was too afraid to watch the trailer and get disappointed. Never have I been this wrong, the movie was stunning! It was so great, I don’t even know where to begin. The direction and cinematography were meticulous, alongside with a screenplay written as it should be in honour of the work of Lovecraft.
The casting was perfect, no one can portray a man taken over by insanity like Nicolas Cage does. The man is craziness incarnate, just too bad for his overacting which grows tiresome at times. Also, props for the witchy elements which they made look darker than I initially expected. I actually love all about this movie, it was surreal, disturbing, visually pleasing, and the horrific creatures were beyond grotesque.
All I can say at this point is that I can’t wait to watch this movie again. A perfect tribute to H.P. Lovecraft. Just one question though: what’s up with the alpacas? I know they’re funny, but of all animals, alpacas?
To finish the day in beauty, we watched the H.P Lovecraft documentary “Fear of the Unknown” during the dinnertime. It’s a 1 hour and 29 minutes documentary on Youtube where writer Neil Gaiman, filmmaker John Carpenter and others discuss the life and legacy of Lovecraft. When I saw the time stamp of 2007, I was baffled that it took me 13 years before even hearing about this documentary. Nevertheless, it was highly interesting, and perfect to end this Lovecraftian Easter.
During the movie, Crystal (Betty Gilpin) tells Don the story of the turtle and the rabbit, but, in her version, the loser rabbit kills the turtle and his family in their home and eats their food, proud of his revenge. Isn’t it exactly what Crystal does in the movie?
I’ll be honest, I didn’t enjoy The Hunt much, until Betty Gilpin appears and saves the entire movie. She’s atypical and badass and she manages to get my sympathy enough to make me wanna see her survive.
I already liked her in Elementary and I hope to see her again in other movies.
Movies like this are the reason why I keep blogging about horror flicks, while they are entertaining, I don’t really wanna watch them twice. I was convinced that I hadn’t seen this one, until half-way through…
The plot is simple: people invade houses and broadcast murders on internet.
Instead of focusing on making the invasion terrifying, Keep Watching is constantly interrupted by slow scenes, like family drama. It doesn’t only break the rhythm, it also removes a lot of the terror.
The movie isn’t bad, it even lets itself watch, like any average horror b-movie.
I remember going to the cinema with my mom to watch Rambo II… I was 11 and I loved that movie so much, it made me wanna be a soldier.
My mom had to drive me to an american army supply shop to buy military equipment. I was spending all my pocket money on survival knives and pellet rifles. Rambo was my hero and I wanted to be him (not sure why I use the past tense here).
With the years passing, I got out of the badass soldier trip (and moved on to science-fiction). I don’t remember much about the third movie and I have never seen the fourth.
Probably because of all the COD Warzone I’ve been playing lately, I got in the mood for a Rambo movie. So, last Sunday, we watched Last Blood.
We loved it. In fact, it’s probably been one of our best evening of 2020. Stallone remains the original action hero: attaching, damaged and ruthless. The movie surprised us with a few scenes of ultra violence followed by an ultimate vengance rampage. I enjoyed every minute and found myself on the border of my coach screaming “go get them, John!”.
This final chapter is an amazing way to end the serie (if it’s really the end, you never know with Hollywood).
I’ll end this post with my favourite quote:
“I’ve lived in a world of death. I’ve watched people I’ve loved die. Some fast with a bullet, some not enough left to bury. All these years I’ve kept my secrets, but the time has come to face my past. And if they come looking for me, they will welcome death.”