Jaws is by far one of my favourite films. I can proudly say it was the first DVD I ever bought with my own money, and since then I’ve gone on to watch it over 25 times and accumulated no end of Jaws related knick-knacks including an original framed poster and a model of the destruction of Quint’s boat.
The love I bare for it, however, is not unique, as it comes from the most commonly agreed upon attribute the film has, and that’s its ability to scare. Months after I first saw Jaws, I couldn’t get in the bath without expecting to be set upon by a ravenous shark, and even now I have some trust issues with the ocean. This effect has taken many in its hold and thus cemented Jaws as one of the greatest horror films of all time. Continue reading “Silly Shark Films”
The more I think about it, Father’s Day would perhaps be a better title for this film. While there certainly is some mutilation, it’s not the theme, nor the unique selling point, in fact aside from being one step away from the most generic horror title I’ve ever seen (I mean, it’s only one ring above calling a film ‘The Killer’ or ‘The Murderer’) even its alternate title, ‘Fall Break’ is much more fitting, even though that’s also generic as hell. Continue reading “Worst Father’s Day Ever: The Mutilator (1985)”
When a film has a legacy; solidified in cinema history forever based on the followings they managed to gain, it’s usually down to one of two reasons. The first, well is simply because the film is good. Now being ‘good’ I suppose is subjective to the viewer, but there is an overall consensus when it comes to certain pictures. Films like The Godfather, Jaws, 2001: A Space Odyssey & The Terminator are just a few of the films you’ll find on pretty much every top 100 best films of all time lists, as well as receiving a lot of recognition for being cultural significant.
Continue reading “When Two Films Collide: Spookies (1986)”
If you thought the Jaws franchise finished with Michael Caine joining up with Chief Brody’s wife to finally put an end to the Brody/Bruce(do sharks have last names? Bruce Jaws maybe? The Jaws’?) conflict, you’d be right, and that’s actually quite a good thing. After Jaws 4: The Revenge, the series slipped beneath the waves to be buried where it should of because, well it was just getting silly. The shit they make you swallow in number 4 is just so ridiculous, it’s laughable. What was once a film that awoke a dormant fear in everyone that saw it, turned into an interspecies blood feud that I guess can only be compared to something akin to a Jeremy Kyle episode? Continue reading “The real revenge of Jaws: Jaws 5”
Whenever Gordon Ramsay likes a dish, his go to saying is, ‘wowowow’. This trifecta of awe is a simply yet effective way of expressing, to me at least, that he approves of the ingredients, the way the food looks on the plate, and the way it tastes. The reason I bring this up is because I can think of no more fitting expression to summarise my thoughts on the new adaptation of, in my opinion, Stephen King’s best work – if I were to do it briefly that is. Continue reading “A love letter to IT (2017) part 1: From Book to Film”
When you’re a film lover, one of the best things is to love something you watch. You get to end credits and you feel like you’ve just had a big glass of some refreshing fruit juice that leaves an exquisite taste in your mouth. That said, it can also be really fun to hate things too. But then, there are other times, when hating on a film is fun wasteland, and that’s when you get to the end credits and feel bitterly disappointed. And that, I’m sad to say, is where I place my thoughts on Alien: Covenant. Continue reading “Bitter Bastard: Alien:Covenant”
If you’ve ever seen, or even heard of Eli Roth’s pretty notorious film series, Hostel, you know that they’re pretty simplistic films. A lot of critics and movie-goers alike believe these films to have pretty much single-handedly created the badge of shame on films that have followed their footsteps, in the term, ‘torture porn’. And while I don’t think that they really deserve such harsh finger pointing, it’s hard to find anything of real substance in such shallow films.
Continue reading “What Could’ve Been: Hostel”