If you haven’t already, you should definitely check out the first episode of Husbands Season 2.
The episode opens on Brady and Cheeks waking up on the morning of their three week anniversary. Cheeks tweets a candid photo of them kissing, which instead of being a “nontraversy”, sparks outrage, phone calls from agents and a call for Cheeks to be “less gay”. Hmm.
As far as films go, I’m a pretty easy lay. I will go along with almost anything that a film dishes out, freely and willingly. The first ten minutes of V/H/S introduce a cacophony of idiotic characters that not only made me want to leave; they made me want to punch people on my way out. Call me old fashioned, but I just don’t think it’s necessary to have every single character bare the worst clichéd traits of Gen Y, for no reason other than to drown the audience with dislikeable characters so you cheer on the evil-doers.
Do not go in to Holy Motors asking questions like “who”, “what”, “where”, “when”, “why”, or “how” because to do so is to shoot yourself in the foot – or, in a more film-appropriate analogy, to chew your own fingers off.
Monsieur Oscar (Denis Lavant) is an important businessman. We see him leaving his large home as his wife and host of daughters wave him off and tell him to “work hard”. He passes a fleet of cars and walks down his winding driveway until he gets to a stretch limousine and greets his driver Céline (Edith Scob).* As they get on the road, Céline informs him they have nine appointments that day, and the file for the first is next to him. He makes some phone calls, arranges for guns to be bought for his bodyguards in response to a death threat, and then brings out a long, grey wig and starts brushing it. The next time we see him, he is stepping out of the limousine convincingly dressed as a wizened, hunched old woman.
Cosmopolis sits in an uncomfortable place in my mind. Before seeing it, the trailer made it look like a Sci Fi epic; full of action, suspense and dystopian visions of the future. When actually in the cinema I went from disappointment, to boredom, to entertaining myself with visions of a horribly taken aback gaggle of teenage girls in Twilight t-shirts there to innocently gaze upon Robert Pattinson – only to be met with visions of him having a prostate examination. My feelings towards the film have since softened, but that’s possibly due to Stockholm Syndrome. Cosmopolis held me hostage for close to two hours.
Latest news from Marvel-World is that The Avengers is being considered for a television series. A “high-concept cop show” will reportedly explore the mythology of the Marvel universe.
Before you get too excited and start running around the street in your Captain America underwear, be aware that this is being considered “Avengers lite”, which most likely means no Captain America, Thor or Iron Man.
Hawkeye will still probably make an appearance.
A short film is also set to be included on Blu-Ray, starring Lizzy Caplan and Jesse Bradford as thieves who get their hands one of the alien weapons from the movie and use it to rob a bank. No doubt some hijinks will ensue.
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