So a couple of movies crossed of my list.
Casino Royale, for one. You see, I absolutely loved Skyfall, so I made it my business to become obsessed with Daniel Craig and James Bond. But because of exams and stuff, I hadn’t the time to watch Casino Royale (let’s not mention Quantum of Solace).
Well, not anymore.
People, I have been blessed with the rare close-to-perfect action movie. All the elements needed were present: the whirl-wind romance, the fighting scenes, the tension, the sarcasm, the drink – shaken, but not stirred – and yes, the car. Now, I don’t know much about cars, but I know that the Aston Martin that features in the movie is a genuinely beautiful car. I am never going to get a driving license – I barely trust myself with a bicycle – but if I ever get money from writing, I’ll get one, just to park it on the drive way and say ‘Yes, yes that is the car from James Bond, specifically Casino Royale and no, I have never driven it.’
So yes, watch Casino Royale and fall in love with Daniel Craig.
I dare you.
Super 8 is movie number two that I am going to discuss today.
J.J. Abrams and Steven Spielberg? Working on the same movie? Can the world handle that?
Well, I feel that the world needed it.
And they gave to us on a silver platter.
Please allow me to introduce to you, the perfect destruction scene in the form of a train crash.
You’ve got everything you could want: drama, suspense, explosions, noise, shit-a-brick, a close-to-dead black guy. And obviously, the movie is based on that crash, so it had to be dramatic.
Then everything after it, the whole mystery of the situation was played out excellently by young actors Joel Courtney, Elle Fanning and Riley Griffith, to name a few.
Only a couple of pointers that annoyed me slightly.
It is very predictable, story wise. You can guess what is going to happen, you can guess the conclusion; you can guess most of the storyline. Yes, there were a couple of surprise deaths that I didn’t see coming, but that is about it. The only thing that Abrams could maintain was the element of surprise. And boy, did he abuse it. Every other second made me shit a brick until I couldn’t. Then the “surprising” kind of got to the stage were you could go, ‘Yep, he’s going to die, and so is he, and her as well, and they are not going to die, obviously…’
But apart from that, it is totally watchable.
And last, but not least, Derek Landy.
My friends, I have been blessed. One of my favourite writers of all time has tweeted me. But not only has he tweeted me.
We had a conversation.
But not just one.
We talked about all sorts, like Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, and the fact that he won’t follow me, and the fact that my not-so-legal wife-friend Sinead got tweeted first.
I think we have started something here.
This, my friends, is the start of something beautiful.
Shit, I should probably sleep.
Until next time,