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<span style="font-size: large;">On 15th September 2009, I started Cinehouse as an alternative to my main site The Peoples Movies. Giving me a chance to talk and review the alternative side of the mainstream film. From World Cinema, Arthouse, Indie film, Short film, the weird and wonderful. For about 6-7 the journey was great though bumpy one. Then came along some wonderful people who decided to help keep the site going and did a brilliant job. But even those great things must end and today Cinehouse 9 years, 6 days old I've Decided to put Cinehouse into Hiatus. Not the end but at the moment closed for now.</span><br />
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<b>I can hear the seagulls whirling and dipping and croaking at each other in the sky above my house as I write this. They come inland in search of all the food scraps we surfeited humans apparently leave lying around the place, tut tut.</b></div>
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<b>It's fitting, anyway, the sight of these magnificent birds </b><i><b>(but don't let 'em peck you while they're nicking your sambo, it really hurts!), </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>because the bird motif from </b></span><i><b>THE KRAYS </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>(1990) is repeated in </b></span><i><b>THE KRAYS: DEAD MAN WALKING, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>possibly as a tribute to the older film.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The Kemp brothers, Martin and Gary, turn in magnificent performances as Reggie and Ronnie Kray, but I especially loved Billie Whitelaw </b></span><i><b>(FRENZY, THE OMEN)</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> as their old Ma, Violet, who gave birth to these two little darlings in 1933 in Britain-Between-The-Wars.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Is </b></span><i><b>THE KRAYS: DEAD MAN WALKING </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>as good as or better than </b></span><i><b>THE KRAYS? </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Well, you know, I think it's nearly as good but it's just different, dealing not with the Kray twins' lives as a whole but with only one specific period in it, the time in December 1966 when they sprung a friend of theirs, Frank </b></span><i><b>'The Mad Axeman' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Mitchell, from Dartmoor High Security Prison.</b></span></div>
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<b>Why did they do it? The guy was an horrifically violent criminal with a terrible record of behaving badly, both in and out of the nick. Well, he and Ronnie were sort of mates, having once served time together in prison. Also, Frank hadn't been given a release date and was very frustrated about this. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Ronnie, whose idea the prison-break was, had this idea that the publicity attached to a break-out might help to secure the longed-for release date for Frank. Also, it was a chance to say </b></span><i><b>'fuck you' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>to the Establishment and it might even enhance the Krays' standing in the world of organised crime, as if they needed such a boost...!</b></span></div>
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<b>I like the fact that the whole film isn't taken up with the actual nitty-gritty of the escape, but gets more or less straight to the point by showing us Frank being taken to an empty flat by some of the Kray twins' minions after the escape has been successfully effected. </b><br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Mitchell has enormous physical strength and is a big hairy brute of a man but he has the mental capacity of a teenage boy. A dangerous child, so, and if you've seen </b></span><i><b>THE OMEN, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>lol, you'll know exactly how dangerous some children can be...</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The Krays arrange for three prostitutes to come to the flat so that Frank can choose one to have sex with. Frank chooses. The girl leaves in an ambulance. The Krays, menacingly played by Marc Pickering </b></span><i><b>(Reggie) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and Nathanjohn Carter </b></span><i><b>(Ronnie), </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>decide to call in a professional nightclub hostess who can </b></span><i><b>'handle'</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> a man like Frank Mitchell. Does such a woman exist? Yes, and her name is Lisa Prescott...</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Lisa is played by the gorgeous Rita Simons, who joined the cast of </b></span><i><b>EASTENDERS </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in 2007 as feisty bleached blonde Roxy Mitchell. She and her sister Ronnie </b></span><i><b>(played by Samantha Janus) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>were nieces or something to Peggy Mitchell, the </b></span><i><b>grande dame </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>of the show and the uncrowned Queen of the Queen Vic. I always preferred Roxy to Ronnie. She had balls, lol, and was beautiful with it.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>She's no less beautiful here as she carefully </b></span><i><b>'plays' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>the awful Frank Mitchell like he's a violin. </b></span><i><b>'I'm 'ere for you, right 'ere, I am 'ere 'cause I wanna be.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>She leads the brutish but strangely child-like Frank around by the nose, until he catches her out in a little white lie. Then poor Lisa, hardened nightclub hostess or no hardened nightclub hostess, finds out what the </b></span><i><b>real </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Frank Mitchell is like...</b></span></div>
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<b>Well, I'm sorry but I disagree, Mr. Nolan. I hope I'm not alone in saying that I need to know just a little bit, even, about a character before I can commit to caring about his safety and well-being. It's kind of the equivalent of jumping into bed with someone on only five minutes' acquaintance. </b><b>Fun, maybe, but how deep- excuse the pun- can you really be going?</b></div>
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<b>My favourite bits were the bits on the civilian yacht, as I said. I loved the character of Mister Dawson. When the call goes out in Britain for civilian boats to cross the channel to France to help evacuate as many soldiers as possible from Dunkirk- they're trapped there like sitting ducks while the German Army closes in around them- he and his teenage son Peter answer that call immediately.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>They're bringing with them a young Sea Cadet called George. George is played by Barry Keoghan, a young Irish actor whom I once met in person at a screening of his film </b></span><i><b>MAMMAL, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in which he co-stars with Australian actress Rachel Griffiths </b></span><i><b>(MURIEL'S WEDDING, BLOW).</b></i></div>
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<b>Anyway, George has always been told, or at least he feels, that he'll never amount to anything. He's proud as Punch to be accompanying the two Dawsons, father and son, on their mission, one of the bravest missions ever accomplished by civilians in wartime. Even by just coming this far with them, he's already achieved something major in my book.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Kenneth Branagh was quite nice and sympathetic as a posh naval officer called Commander Bolton. When the little civilian ships are coming and he's asked what he sees through the binoculars and a big cheesy grin spreads slowly over his face and he says just one word, </b></span><i><b>'Home,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>it's hard not to be pleased for him, for all of them. A few more moments like that and we might have gotten ourselves a decent little film. Take note, film-makers. Take note.</b></span><br />
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<b>One might easily be forgiven for thinking that Winston Churchill, from now on referred to here as Winnie to save my typing finger, lol, won the Second World War for the British on the power of speech alone. He was a great man for the old speeches.</b></div>
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<b>We'll fight 'em on the beaches, in the fields, in the streets, on the lavvy, in the pantry, down the shops, behind the bins, round the side of the Bingo hall, down past the British Legion and outside the Odeon on half-price for pensioners and schoolies days. Anywhere we've a bally well mind to, in fact, and the devil take the hindmost.</b></div>
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<b>He could speechify till the cows came home, could Winnie, and in </b><i><b>DARKEST HOUR </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>we get to study close-up this particular talent of his. It's the story of Churchill's early days as Prime Minister only, so if you're expecting the film to take you all the way to the end of the war to VE Day and maybe even beyond, you'll be disappointed.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's not a biopic of Winnie either. When we meet him, he's already fully formed as the bald-ish, white-haired, portly cigar-chomping pin-striped and watch-chained old Panzer tank so familiar to us by now. It wouldn't surprise us at all if he'd emerged from his mother's womb thus garbed and already barking orders and making speeches.</b></span></div>
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<b>The Opposition Labour party has just demanded the resignation of Prime Minister Neville <i>'Peace In Our Time'</i> Chamberlain, wonderfully played here by lovely old actor Ronald Pickup. He's not aggressive enough to take on the full might of the Nazi party. The only Prime Minister the Labour Opposition will accept in his place is Winnie, much to the disgust and alarm of the King and Winnie's fellow Conservative Party politicians. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>They all seem to uniformly loathe him as untrustworthy and a loose cannon with a bad reputation carried over from the First World War. </b></span><i><b>(He'd overseen the disastrous Gallipoli campaign.) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>He's also got a reputation for being brusque and shouty and he doesn't suffer fools lightly. Well, should he have to, lol...?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The King is, by his own admission, afraid of Winnie, who's said to have </b></span><i><b>'a hundred new ideas a day, only four of which are any good.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Well, I think four good new ideas a day is pretty bloody decent going actually. If I only had </b></span><i><b>one </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>good new idea in a day, or even in a </b></span><i><b>week, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I'd consider myself to be doing pretty well...!</b></span></div>
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<b>CIAO! MANHATTAN. (1972) WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY JOHN PALMER AND DAVID WEISMAN. STARRING EDIE SEDGWICK, PAUL AMERICA AND ROGER VADIM. </b>
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<i><b>'Wedged between dark comic tragedy and documentary, there is magic flowing throughout... captures the vibe of the early Warhol Factory days better than any other.'</b></i></div>
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<i><b>'A snapshot of the post-Woodstock pre-punk era and a document of one life that was swept up and shelled out by the massive cultural revolution of the '60s.'</b></i></div>
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<i><b>'I got hooked on speed at the Factory, and then I had my little interlude with heroin, you know, to get off speed.'</b></i></div>
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<b>The phrase </b><i><b>'troubled production' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>doesn't even begin to describe the making of this movie. Filming got underway in 1967 but the film didn't see the light of day- or the dark of a movie theatre- until 1972, after its gorgeous leading lady had passed away due to an accidental overdose of drugs.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Poor Edie Sedgwick had had problems with drugs for a long time. She was a beautiful- and, some say, talented- actress, model and rich socialite who was close friends with iconic artist, director and producer Andy Warhol in the 'Sixties. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Edie was one of a number of people whom Warhol, the King of Pop Art, regularly used in his movies and promoted as his </b></span><b><i>'superstars.' (Like John Waters and his stable of 'Dreamlanders,' innit?) </i></b><b>Edie starred in several of Andy's films, although his films often just had a limited release because they didn't particularly appeal to the mainstream masses. Limited appeal, limited release, I guess, if that's not too bitchy...!</b><br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Her story of drug addiction- lovingly nurtured at the Factory- and the terrible excesses of celebrity make her a sad figure to some, though. She's the perfect example of what it means to have- and </b></span><i><b>do- </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>too much, too soon. Too much, too young.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's not nice to see a beautiful young woman throw it all away like that, and for what? The thrill of taking a few stupid pills and washing them down with booze just to get off your face for a few hours. We all want to escape from our dreary lives but some of us </b></span><i><b>really </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>want to escape.</b></span></div>
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<b>The fragile Susan just wants someone to love her. The celebrity she attained as a model and glamour girl gave her what she needed for a while but it's an empty, hollow kind of adoration. It can't compare to having the backing of a loving family or a loving husband or partner or even the unconditional love of your own child.</b></div>
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<b>There's a yawning great hole inside Susan. It should be filled with love, contentment and self-esteem but it's not, so she fills it with drugs and booze instead, and also with sex, with men who desire her for her fabulous looks and body but they don't give a toss about her as a person. It's obvious that if Susan keeps going on the way she is, she'll be dead before she's thirty. </b>
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<b>THE GUERNSEY LITERARY AND POTATO PEEL PIE SOCIETY. (2018) BASED ON THE 2008 BOOK BY MARY ANN SHAFFER AND ANNIE BARROWS. DIRECTED BY MIKE NEWELL. </b>
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<b>There's an interesting but sad story behind the writing of the charming book on which this wartime film is based. The American author who penned it, Mary Ann Shaffer, fell ill before she could complete the book so she asked her niece Annie Barrows, a writer also, to help her to finish it. </b>
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<b>Mary Ann Shaffer passed away in 2008, but not before finding out that this, her only novel, was to be published in thirteen countries. Publishers loved this book. There was pretty much no way that it </b><i><b>wouldn't </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>get published, from the looks of it.</b></span></div>
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<b>Here's what happens in the film, which sadly Mary Ann Shaffer would never see but I think she'd like it. It's a little bit different to her book, which I'm mid-way through reading at the moment, but not in a way that would alter the basic storyline appreciably or anything.</b></div>
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<b>It's London in 1946, a London that's still recovering from the worst war in the history of the world. The book publishing business seems to be still thriving, however, as people desperately seek a bit of escapism in the aftermath of such a long and dreary war with so many privations and restrictions on things.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Author Juliet Ashton became a national heroine during the war with her regular newspaper column entitled </b></span><i><b>'IZZY BICKERSTAFF GOES TO WAR,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>which her publishers have now turned into a successful best-selling book. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Her publisher Sidney Stark naturally wants her to do a book tour and book signings and book readings and all things relating to the tedious business of promoting and selling a bloody book, which normally Juliet would be well up for but these days she's somewhat distracted. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Not so much by her dashing </b></span><i><b>fianc</b></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><i><b>é</b></i></span><i><b>, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>American millionaire Markham Reynolds, who keeps chucking the entire contents of a florist's shop at her, but by some letters she's been receiving from the people of Guernsey, one of the Channel Islands between the French and English coasts.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>A shared interest in the writings of essayist and poet Charles Lamb has caused Juliet and a pig-farmer called Dawsey Adams from the island of Guernsey to somehow find each other. He's a member of the titular </b></span><i><b>GUERNSEY LITERARY AND POTATO PEEL PIE SOCIETY, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>the name and concept of which enchants Juliet to the point where she wants to find out everything she can about the Society and its circle of eccentric members.</b></span></div>
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<b>The Society was formed during the Occupation of Guernsey by- guess who?!- the Germans in World War Two. What did the Germans want with the tiny island of Guernsey, you might ask? Well, it was kind of a two-fingers-up-to-England type of thing. It made the Nazis feel good that they'd manage to capture a little bit of England, even if they could never quite manage to enslave good old Blighty herself in the same way.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>They invaded Guernsey early on in the war, when things were still going their way and they thought they were the kings of the whole world. They pretty much made the lives of the inhabitants a misery, from what we hear in the film and read in the book, with their curfews, their confiscation of all the good food </b></span><b><i>(including the pigs!) </i>on the island </b><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>for themselves and their banning of all gatherings of people on the island except legitimate ones, say, if you had a bird-watching society or something. Even then, if you didn't register it on the Nazi list of </b></span><i><b>'legitimate gatherings</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>,' you'd be in big trouble. Jeez. Talk about tyranny.</b></span></div>
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<b>The book in particular really makes fun of the Nazi love of ridiculous, excessive bureaucracy. Every animal born on the island during this period of Occupation had to be registered with the occupying </b><b>German forces and birth certificates were issued to each individual piggy-wiggy that popped out of its mother's womb during this time.</b></div>
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<b>This was mostly so that the islanders couldn't keep any juicy succulent animals back for themselves, but I suppose that the certificates would come in handy too for when the pigs decided to settle down and get married. That way everything would be nice and legal, lol. You didn't want any pigs being born on the wrong side of the blanket, as it were, and as for pigs-in-blankets, well...!</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The Occupation years were cold, lonely hungry ones for the islanders, most of whose children had had to be evacuated to England in advance </b></span><i><b>(but not by much!) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>of the Germans landing on the Guernsey shores. </b></span></div>
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<b>The children were gone for five long years, and the islanders who wanted them shipped to safety received only about a day's notice of the actual evacuation procedure. How dreadful and yet how necessary at the same time, necessary to keep the young 'uns safe. </b></div>
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<b>Eben Ramsey says in the film that he'll <i>'never forgive the Germans for making him miss out on five years of his grandson Eli's childhood.' </i>You can hardly blame him. Imagine an island without children, just like that sad, too-quiet and joyless Kingdom in the movie <i>CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG.</i></b></div>
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<b>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society was born both out of the loneliness of the islanders under a strict curfew who were discouraged from meeting with each other socially, and also out of the actual physical hunger they experienced during the Occupation. </b>
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<b>There reached a point, in fact, when every animal on the island had been eaten and even the Germans themselves were starting to starve. I won't give away the exact details of the Society's birth but the story behind its exact conception is a warmly humorous and random one.</b></div>
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<b>Anyway, the writer in Juliet, a sassy, feisty bright-as-a-button brunette, decides to hotfoot it over to Guernsey to attend one of the meetings of the Society. She's immediately attracted to Dawsey Adams, the pig-farmer, and they share a love of the same books, which bodes ill for her husband-to-be Markham Reynolds, the dominant American millionaire, with whom she has little in common.</b></div>
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<b>Juliet meets Amelia Maugery, the Grande Dame of the Society, and Isola Pribby, an eccentric but warm-hearted and generous spinster of the parish who's never had any lover but Heathcliff. There's also the aforementioned Eben Ramsey, a lovely old gent who's been left to bring up his grandson Eli after both his parents died in the war.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Conspicuous by her absence is Elizabeth McKenna, the Society's founder and resident quick thinker and bright spark. She's </b></span><i><b>'off-island at the moment,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>says Amelia Maugery self-consciously when Juliet inquires about her. </b></span><i><b>'Off-island?' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>You can say that again. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Elizabeth's left behind a beautiful little four-year-old daughter called Kit, a tiny blonde cherub who calls Dawsey Adams </b></span><i><b>'Daddy' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>but she doesn't look anything like Dawsey. There's a mystery here that Juliet is anxious to get to the bottom of while she's on Guernsey.</b></span></div>
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<b>Will Juliet find out where the tragic Elizabeth has gone to and what happened to her? Will she discover Kit's true parentage? Will she write a book about the people of Guernsey who've opened their hearts and their homes to her? This is something she wants to do very much, now that the war is over and she's sick and tired of good old Izzy Bickerstaff.</b></div>
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<b>Will she fall head-over-heels in love with the handsome, self-effacing, tousle-haired pig farmer known locally as Dawsey Adams and, if she does, what the bloody blue blazes will it signify for Markham Reynolds, the Yankee millionaire? </b><b>Mark likes to party while Juliet likes a quiet night in with a mug of Horlicks and a good book. They'll never get on. </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>They're polar opposites but, on the other hand, don't opposites attract? I'm frightfully confused. </b><b>Personally, I feel that a combining of Dawsey's diamond-in-the-rough good looks with Mark's money would altogether make for one delightful man. Almost the perfect husband, if you will.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I liked Bronagh Gallagher as the terrifyingly po-faced Charlotte Stimple, Juliet's boarding-house landlady when she first arrives on the island of Guernsey. Charlotte is narrow-minded, judgemental and pious, and from her we learn a lot about what the islanders </b></span><i><b>(some of them anyway, the narrow-minded ones)</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> think of the women they call </b></span><i><b>'Jerry-bags,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>the Guernsey women who slept with or consorted with Nazis during the Occupation. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It seems like only the public stoning of these </b></span><i><b>'Jerry-bags'</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> would appease the likes of the pinched-faced Charlotte Stimple, in whom the milk of human kindness has clearly been cut off at the mains. And compassion, empathy and understanding too, by the looks of things.</b></span><br />
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<b>I forgot to tell you about the amazing network of security tunnels the Nazis built under the island which can still be seen today. Like everything else connected to the Nazis, however, they have a sad and troubling history. They were really built by the hundreds of <i>'Todt workers' </i>or <i>'Death workers' </i>the Nazis brought over from Germany to use as slave labour.</b><br />
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<b>These workers were appallingly treated and many of them would have died during the building work from starvation, exhaustion and the physical abuse they received at the hands of their German masters. They were literally worked to death. This method of execution/extermination was the particular brainchild of Hitler's Reichsfuhrer, the bespectacled <i>'Heini' </i>Himmler. A despicably nasty little plan from a nasty little man.</b><br />
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<b>By the way, I'm not sure why the film is billed as a romantic mystery. It's a romance all right, but the only mystery involved is the whereabouts of Elizabeth and, from what we now know about the Nazis, there's not much of a mystery involved, sadly, only a cold and terrible inevitability.</b><br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I loved this film anyway, which made me aware for the first time of Guernsey's World War Two history and the Occupation. Just like Mary Ann Shaffer first became fascinated by the Channel Isles after reading a book called <i>'JERSEY UNDER THE JACKBOOT,' </i>this film will probably be responsible for introducing a wealth of brand-new readers to Guernsey, its history and its distinctly promising possibilities as a touristy destination.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-style: normal;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><b><i>THE GUERNSEY LITERARY AND POTATO PEEL PIE SOCIETY </i>is out now on Digital Download, Blu-Ray and DVD from </b></span><i><b>STUDIOCANAL. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>There'll probably be loads of copies of the book floating around now as movie tie-ins as well. There's a deliciously romantic love story in there in addition to the fascinating history piece about the Occupation of Guernsey, so you could say that there's </b></span><b>something here for everyone. Oh, and there are also pigs. Let's not forget the pigs...!</b></div>
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<b>This Dutch/German/English-language World War Two film is a big hit with me, although I'm starting to wonder if there really </b><i><b>is </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>only one Dutch actress in the whole world and that actress is Carice Van Houten. She's in bloody everything, lol.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>She's in </b></span><i><b>GAME OF THRONES, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>still the hottest TV show on the planet, and I saw her recently in a film called </b></span><i><b>RACE </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>(2013) as well, the story of black runner Jesse Owens taking a phenomenal four gold medals at the 1936 Olympics in Nazi Germany.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>In </b></span><i><b>RACE,</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> she plays Leni Riefenstahl, Hitler's pet director who filmed the Olympics and released the resulting movie under the name </b></span><i><b>OLYMPIA. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>She also made a Nazi propaganda film called </b></span><i><b>TRIUMPH OF THE WILL, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in which she really captures the Nazi love of lavish, almost mystical spectacle as evidenced at the Nuremberg Rallies of 1933.</b></span></div>
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<b>Holland, in fact, was where famous young diarist Anne Frank and her family hid in an attic for two years before being eventually found out by the Nazis and dragged off to different concentration camps. Rachel is in hiding too, in a farmhouse in the countryside. When it's bombed and the family living there is killed, Rachel has to move on.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>An angry, hate-filled Rachel, fuelled by her desire for revenge against the men who killed her family, decides that there will be no more hiding or cowering in attics for her. She changes her name to Ellis de Vries and begins to work for the Dutch Resistance. Part of her job is to seduce a handsome senior Nazi officer, SS Hauptsturmfuhrer Ludwig Muntze. This is where the already compelling film gets </b></span><i><b>really </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>interesting.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Ellis dyes her hair blonde to disguise her Jewish heritage, and she even dyes her pubes to match, because she's apparently a </b></span><i><b>'perfectionist</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>.' Yes, we see that bit, lol. It's funny.</b></span><i><b> </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Muntze is a big burly devastatingly handsome mature man who is captivated by Ellis. She cleverly uses his love of stamp-collecting as </b></span><i><b>well </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>as her feminine wiles to get right under his skin and into his head.</b></span></div>
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<b>They have sex and it becomes obvious that Muntze knows that Ellis is Jewish and trying to hide it but he doesn't care. How likely to happen was this, I wonder. A high-ranking Nazi officer having an affair with a Jewish woman in almost full view of his colleagues, in a country where everyone at that time was spying on everyone else, often for their own material gain? </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Well, Muntze's wife and two children were killed by an Allied bomb so maybe he's lonely. </b></span><i><b>(He's</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> </b></span><i><b>actually legitimately single now too, which is good news for Ellis.)</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> Or maybe he's the one Nazi officer who didn't go along with Hitler's Final Solution. There might have been one, mightn't there?</b></span></div>
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<b>By this time, late in 1944, it was becoming obvious to the Germans that they'd lost the war. Some of the major concentration camps, like Auschwitz, were wrapping up their Jew-killing programmes and attempting feebly to hide the evidence that such programmes had ever taken place there. </b>
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<b><i>Starring: Carice van Houten (Game of Thrones), Sebastian Koch (Bridge of Spies), Thom Hoffman (Dogville) and Halina Reijn (Valkyrie).</i></b></div>
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<b>Anton Chekhov</b> famously described his plays as comedies. But, as his work often features wealthy people languishing in rural Russia, suffering the tortures of unrequited love, it rather depends on your – and his – definition of comedy. The humour is there, certainly, but it’s not of the overt kind, more of a mixture of irony and tragi-comedy.<br />
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It’s a description that perfectly fits one of his most famous plays, <b><i>The Seagull</i></b>, which makes one of its few big screen appearances in a new adaptation under director <b>Michael Mayer</b>. Set on a country estate at the turn of the 20th century, it’s not so much a series of love – unrequited love, in the main – triangles as one big polygon d’amour. Successful, mature actress Irina (<b>Annette Bening</b>) arrives with her lover, author Boris (<b>Corey Stoll</b>) to visit her ailing brother, Sorin (<b>Brian Dennehy</b>). Her son, Konstantin (<b>Billy Howle</b>), also lives there, and is in love with local aspiring actress Nina (<b>Saoirse Ronan</b>). Except that the caretakers’ daughter, Masha (<b>Elizabeth Moss</b>) is in love with him and she’s the object of teacher Mikhail’s (<b>Michael Zegan</b>) constant affection. It all starts to unravel when Nina catches Boris’s eye and she falls passionately in love with him.<br />
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The cast is stellar and the performances are exactly as you would expect, sometimes more. They’re bookended by two of the finest screen actors of their generation, Bening and Ronan, yet they never share a scene together, more’s the pity. Bening’s actress is selfish, cruelly detached from a son who craves her attention and approval yet full of the insecurities that can afflict an older woman in relationship with a younger man. Ronan is as luminous as ever, fresh and irresistibly vibrant as the young Nina, shattered as the pitifully disillusioned older version of herself. And, as the man in between them, <b>Corey Stoll</b> shows he’s capable of much more than the tough action man roles he’s been saddled with of late.<br />
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As for the humour, it’s definitely there. It’s not necessarily of the laugh out loud variety, but the cast all capture the tone, that combination of world weary irony and the occasional word play that raises more than a few smiles. That’s not to overlook, however, the genuine pathos of those suffering the pangs of unrequited love, be it romantic or maternal. <b>Elizabeth Moss</b> in particular shines when it comes to this, a woman who knows that the object of her affection will never feel the same way and consoles herself in any way she can, even if it does nothing to ease her pain.<br />
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How you respond to <b><i>The Seagull</i></b>, however, is very much down to how you feel about Chekhov and, in truth, he’s not everybody’s cup of tea. If soul searching, ennui and romantic longings in a confined setting – and there are times, despite the expansive grounds of the estate, when the film looks very much stagebound – aren’t your thing, then you might find the verbal sparring and longing looks all a bit much. Nonetheless, Mayer keeps the film on the right side of the doldrums, thanks to brisk pacing and, of course, that wonderful cast.<br />
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Freda Cooper | <span class="stars red" style="color: red;">★★★ 1/2</span></h2>
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<b>TAKE SHELTER. (2011) DIRECTED BY JEFF NICHOLS. STARRING MICHAEL SHANNON, JESSICA CHASTAIN AND TOVA STEWART.</b></div>
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<i><b>'Hollywood favourites Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain star in the highly acclaimed, mesmerising psychological thriller TAKE SHELTER, which is set for a deluxe UK Limited Edition Blu-Ray release courtesy of SECOND SIGHT.'</b></i></div>
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<i><b>'There's a storm coming, and not a one-a-youse is prepared for it.'</b></i></div>
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<b>Every now and then a film comes along that is practically perfect in every way. You can't find fault with it. It has no visible flaws. </b><i><b>TAKE SHELTER </b></i><b>is one of these rarities. Although it was made in 2011, I only saw it for the first time recently and it totally blew me away.</b></div>
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<b>I've always had a soft spot for actor Michael Shannon anyway, ever since I saw him for the first time in 2002's Tom Cruise vehicle </b><i><b>VANILLA SKY, </b></i><b>in which he plays a security guard entrusted with the job of guarding a seemingly crazy Tom Cruise/David Aames who's been charged with the murder of his girlfriend.</b></div>
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<b>Michael Shannon was always very much a lead actor waiting to happen, though, and in </b><i><b>TAKE SHELTER </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>he delivers what is commonly known as a </b></span><i><b>'powerhouse' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>of a performance as Curtis LaForche, a family man from Ohio who, on the surface of things, appears to have the perfect life. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Families in the movies often </b></span><i><b>do </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>present this enviable image of perfection at first sight, however, like the family in </b></span><i><b>ONE HOUR PHOTO, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in which comedian actor Robin Williams turns in a career-best </b></span><i><b>straight </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>performance as the man who witnesses one such family's spectacular fall from grace, and the family in </b></span><i><b>FATAL ATTRACTION, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in which Michael Douglas as Dan Gallagher makes the terrible mistake of allowing his one </b></span><i><b>'mistake' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>to follow him home. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>There'd be great scope for a cinematic essay on this theme, wouldn't there, the theme of perfect-looking families that are anything but. I'm sure we could come up with a dozen more examples if we had more time.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Anyway, Curtis LaForche and his family live in a lovely house in Ohio. His well-paid job as the foreman at a drilling operation site allows his wife Samantha what we call the </b></span><i><b>'luxury' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>of being able to be a stay-at-home Mom to their deaf daughter Hannah. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>As the stay-at-home mother to a special needs child myself, I can assure you that it's anything but </b></span><i><b>'luxurious,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>lol. Unless you'd consider constantly leaving the house looking like a trash-pile because you're never allowed five minutes' peace to get ready </b></span><i><b>'luxurious.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Oh yeah, it's all high glamour, this job...!</b></span></div>
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<b>Still, I have my writing to keep me going and Samantha has her needlework. She produces gorgeous little items like embroidered cushions and pillows to sell at her booth at a craft fair every Saturday morning, to which she can take her daughter Hannah along.</b></div>
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<b>It's good that Samantha has something to do on Saturdays because her hubby Curtis has a weekend project to get busy with now too. He's building a storm shelter on their property or, more correctly, he's extending their existing storm shelter into a big old kick-ass tornado shelter with lighting and plumbing and a fully-stocked kitchen as well.</b></div>
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<b>What's the deal with going overboard on the storm shelter, you might ask? What was wrong with the old shelter, and why isn't it sufficient? You might well ask. Curtis has recently been witness to strange weather patterns and bizarre bird behaviour that no-one else around him seems to notice. Strange, that, and worrying too.</b><br />
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<b>When he wakes up from these nightmares, sweating and gasping for air, he always sits bolt upright in the bed to let us know that we've just been watching a dream sequence. I never do that myself when I wake up from a nightmare. I just lie in bed sniffling and snuffling under the covers, hoping fervently that the demons of my night-mind will go away soon so I can get back to sleep. It's nice and <i>safe </i>under the duvet. You lose that safety when you sit up.</b></div>
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<b>Mind you, people in films are weird. They're always doing stuff in films that wouldn't be practical in real life, such as arranging to meet someone without naming a time, a place or even a bloody day. People are just supposed to be mind-readers, are they?</b></div>
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<b>And people in films always slam down their laptops in a hurry without going through the specific process known as <i>'shutting down,' </i>say when they've been caught masturbating to porn or something. If I did that to my computer, just slamming it down like that without going through <i>'shutting down,' </i>it literally wouldn't talk to me again for a week.</b></div>
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<b>Anyway, Curtis forces himself to go to a counsellor to talk about the dreams, something you can tell is very hard for him to do because he's normally the strong silent type. He even gets out books on mental illness from the library and studies up on them. </b>
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<b>An over-reaction? You might think so, but Curtis has very strong reasons for doubting his sanity that are all tied up with his mother, who's still alive but fragile and residing in an assisted living facility. And in the meantime, he steps up his efforts to build the tornado shelter that serves as the only bulwark standing between Curtis's little family and the storm he's convinced is coming.</b></div>
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<b>He becomes obsessed with building the shelter. He takes out a bank loan to finance its building without consulting Samantha, who freaks out completely because they've already got loans out and bills to repay. </b></div>
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<b>I can certainly see her point. A loan like that that you can't repay could jeopardise the financial- and emotional- stability of the whole family. It's bad enough worrying about not being able to pay the mortgage repayments on your home without having to fret over home improvement loans as well. </b></div>
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<b>They've also got to pay for Hannah's upcoming cochlear implant surgery, which might enable the little girl to hear again. This surgery is the most important thing in the world to Samantha right now, not the stupid tornado shelter which she sees as a ridiculous waste of time, effort and money. The marriage is falling apart due to Curtis's seemingly bizarre actions and his stubborn unwillingness- or inability- to communicate.</b></div>
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<b>He borrows heavy machinery from his work to build his shelter, which costs him his job and his best friend Dewart. Everyone is worried about Curtis. His wife, his daughter, his boss, his best friend Dewart, Dewart's wife Nat, Curtis's doctor, everyone who knows him. </b>
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<b>If the town didn't think that Curtis was crazy before, well, they sure will after after a certain mortifying Lions' Club supper in the town hall. Then one night, a storm comes. Curtis hurries his frightened little family down into the shelter...</b></div>
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<b>So, is Curtis crazy as a loon or is there really an end-of-the-world type storm coming? Or is the whole thing all in his mind, the sypmtoms of a brain under severe stress? Is he showing signs of the terrible illness that claimed his mother's mind, or does he really have the gift of foresight that showed him the upcoming storm before it happened? Well, I'm not telling, but you'll love the answer.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The ending is just right. It's not a cop-out. It simply delivers, in a masterclass of pacing and understated acting, the pay-off it's been promising throughout the movie. This is the best movie I think I've seen all year. Y'all would be </b></span><i><b>nuts </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>not to watch it too.</b></span></div>
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• <span style="font-family: Calibri-Bold;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Limited Edition packaging (2000 units)</b></span></span></span></div>
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• <span style="font-family: Calibri-Bold;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Building The Shelter – A new interview with director Jeff Nichols</b></span></span></span></div>
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<i><b>'Directed by BAFTA Award Nominee Piotr Szkopiak, THE LAST WITNESS is a political thriller based on the harrowing true events of the Katyn Massacre in Spring 1940.'</b></i></div>
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<i><b>'THE LAST WITNESS is a fictional re-telling of a bloody and heart-breaking story by director Piotr Szkopiak, whose mother, Emilia Szkopiak, was deported to Siberia by the Soviets in 1940. In 1942, Emilia left the Soviet Union and eventually settled in England in 1947, where she continues to live to this day. Her father, Piotr Szkopiak's grandfather, Wojciech Stanislaw Wojcik, was executed in the Katyn Massacre.'</b></i></div>
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<i><b>'England, 1947. The fight for the truth begins.'</b></i></div>
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<b>The story of the Katyn Massacre, the basis for this film made by a man with a deeply personal connection to what happened, is a grim but fascinating one. You know the way that Poland was pretty much carved up, first by the Nazis and then by the Russisans, in World War Two? </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>They had their hated German overlords to contend with first </b></span><i><b>(Germany's illegal occupation of Poland was the incident that sparked off World War Two; Britain and France had each forged alliances with Poland stating that they'd go to war with Germany if Germany attacked Poland),</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> and then their equally loathed Soviet rulers, who invaded them about three weeks into the war. Poor Poland. I don't think anyone would deny that she had a really shitty time of it in that awful war.</b></span></div>
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<b>Anyway, in the Spring of 1940, Stalin and a number of his high-ranking Soviets ordered the gruesome murder of up to 22,000 Polish soldiers and prisoners-of-war. The operation was to be top-secret and it ended up taking its name, the Katyn Massacre, from the forest in which the terrible mass graves were first found.</b></div>
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<b>Why did this happen? To deprive Poland of its best and brightest, is the most likely answer, so that she'd never rise again as a viable power with the resources to boot out the Russians and give 'em a collective what-for as payback for the invasion. </b>
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<b>Some of the murdered men had been college-educated and were amongst Poland's military and technical elite. Take these away, Stalin figured, and then Poland was much less likely to be a threat to the Soviet Union in the future. </b>
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<b>Such sickening, selfish reasoning. These men had families who loved them, mothers, fathers, siblings, wives, children, pets, hopes, dreams, hobbies, things they were passionate about. How dared anyone decide that their lives could be snuffed out? No-one has that right.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The Katyn Massacre handed Joseph Goebbels, the kingpin of Hitler's well-oiled propaganda machine, a real gift. </b></span><i><b>Look at what happens when the Russians really get going, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>he was able to tell people. </b></span><i><b>Look what dreadful atrocities they're capable of committing. Now don't you see how right we Nazis were to warn you all about the horrors of Bolshevism?' </b></i>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Good old Joey Goebbels. He must have been jizzing himself with excitement </b></span><i><b>(excuse my language) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>at this unexpected boon handed to him all perfumed and gift-wrapped by the Russians. He probably danced a jig around his office when he heard the news, his poor club</b></span></div>
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<b>It wasn't until 1990 that Russia, under President Mikhail Gorbachev, finally admitted openly that their own Secret Police were responsible for the mass killings. They expressed regret and declared a worldwide Katyn Massacre Memorial Day. Was this enough vindication for the still grieving Poles? I don't actually know but, speaking personally, I wouldn't have thought so.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>He encounters resistance to his efforts to research and write the story every which way he turns, however. No-one wants this story to come out, least of all the British military. It's one of those situations where people say that </b></span><i><b>'no good can come of this story getting out now.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's a story that's better off staying dead and buried, like the corpses of the murdered men, is what they're saying. </b></span>
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<b>Underwood meets only brick walls and dead ends in his endeavours to uncover the truth about this shamefully hidden episode of World War Two history. That's until his own brother John, a captain in the Army, reluctantly tips him off about where in their archives can be found the file on the Massacre. </b><br />
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<b>Why would the British military want this story pulled from the public eye? Well, they didn't seemingly want to antagonise the Russians, their eventual allies in World War Two. Hitler and Stalin were pals at first, of course, until Hitler had the unspeakable effrontery to invade the Soviet Union in 1941. </b>
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<b>Hitler at this time was busy feeding poison to his bow-wow Blondi and preparing to take his own life, after finally marrying his long-time mistress Eva Braun, of course. She'd waited long enough. She was <i>not </i>going into the piping hot hereafter with him without a ring on her finger at long last. I can't say I blame her, lol. It was the least he could do after all her years of being sidelined, watching Magda Goebbels taking her, Eva's, rightful place, beside Hitler at state functions.</b></div>
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<b>I loved Will Thorp as Colonel Janusz Pietrowski, the Liaison Officer responsible for helping the Polish troops under British command to be re-settled. He'd like nothing better than for the truth about the Katyn Massacre to come out and be broadcast across the world, but he feels like there are too many people against such revelations for it to ever happen.</b></div>
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<b>THE LAST MOVIE STAR. (2017) DIRECTED BY ADAM RIFKIN. LIL'S HORROR ARTWORK BY CLIVE BARKER. STARRING BURT REYNOLDS, CHEVY CHASE AND ARIEL WINTER. </b>
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<b>Burt Reynolds plays Vic Edwards, the titular ageing movie star and </b><i><b>'Box-office King of 1975</b></i><b>.' Burt's eighty-two in real life and now looks terribly frail. Vic made his name in Westerns and action movies after being a stuntman for a bit and we're shown several clips of Burt's actual old movies as if they're Vic's, films like </b><i><b>SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and </b></span><b>the excellent </b><i><b>DELIVERANCE, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in which Burt plays an action man who gets way more action than he can ultimately handle on an ill-fated boys' weekend away.</b></span></div>
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<b>The rest of his time he spends at the mall- such an old people place!- eyeing up the younger women in the yoga class and discussing the obituaries with his equally old pal Sonny, who's played by a still recognisable living legend, Chevy Chase from the <i>NATIONAL LAMPOON </i>movies.</b></div>
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<b>He flies to Nashville expecting the festival to be like Cannes. It isn't. It's being held in the back room of a downbeat bar. Vic's rude and obnoxious, not to mention ungrateful, to the organisers of the festival, a young lad and his mates who've saved their dollars and cents all year to put on this little festival.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>They're huge fans of Vic's films and he throws their love and loyalty back in their faces. He says the one thing that's pretty much guaranteed to hurt film fans badly. He calls them </b></span><i><b>'just a bunch-a losers watching movies in the basement,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>a sort of preconceived notion about us film nerds that's only </b></span><i><b>sometimes</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> true. And so what if we watch movies in the basement? Ya gotta watch 'em </b></span><b><i>somewhere. </i>What does it matter where and how dare Vic be so rude?</b></div>
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<i><b>I know, let's have her turn up at the airport in an old banger of a car wearing hardly any clothes, screeching 'you fucking asshole' repeatedly into her phone at some bloke who's jerking her around! This is gonna be sweet. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>And so the character of the dreadful, foul-mouthed, tattooed and pierced Lil, </b></span><b>with her goddamn ass-cheeks literally hanging out of her tight denim cut-offs like she's touting for some kinda business, </b><b>is born.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Well, that's the question we're all asking, lol. I should have been in floods of tears by now but I wasn't. Thinking there might be something badly wrong with my emotional reactors, I waited for the credits to roll and then I went straight onto YouTube and watched Johnny Cash singing </b></span><i><b>HURT. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The tears flowed like Niagara Falls. Now </b></span><i><b>that's </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>how you make people feel for an older person looking back on their lives. </b></span><i><b>That's </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>how you do it. </b></span>
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<b>I loved this film beyond words. It's billed as </b><i><b>'an unfaded snapshot of a bygone era,' </b></i><b>the era being early 'Eighties New York's East Village when New York's East Village was culturally still the coolest, hippest most happening place in the world to live in. </b></div>
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<b>So many people today are still desperately nostalgic for that era or else they wish they'd been around to live through it first-hand. Everything was just <i>way </i>cool back then, even poverty, homelessness and drug-use, if you can believe what you see in films like <i>SMITHEREENS</i>.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The lead character has the unlikely name of Wren, and she looks like she's just walked out of the pop music video for the Cyndi Lauper song, </b></span><i><b>'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Cheap </b></span><i><b>(stolen!) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>sunglasses, fishnet tights, leopard-print skirts and red converse trainers characterise Wren's fresh 'n' funky psychedelic look, under all of which she looks remarkably like a young Ruby Wax.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>She's the creation of Susan Seidelman the director's, who was just a wee film school graduate when she made the movie. On her own admission, Susan ran around the streets of New York with her camera, shooting places and people she thought looked cool, with nary a thought of a permit in mind, lol. </b></span> </div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Does she sing, dance, act, model, write, paint, compose music? She doesn't really do any of these things. She tries to hang around with guys who sing in bands in the hope that some of their </b></span><i><b>'fame' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>rubs off on her. Most of them recognise her for the hard-up hanger-on she is and so she doesn't have much luck in getting famous this way. It's pretty sad, all this, sad as in pitiful.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Wren has a poorly-paid job at a copy shop, where she no doubt printed off the flyers of her face while her boss's back was turned, lol. Early on in the film, she gets locked out of her apartment for the non-payment of her rent. She has a married white trash sister who's not much use to her and Wren's adamant that she's not going home to </b></span><i><b>'Mom.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>That's that then, so. </b></span> </div>
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<b>She's feisty and gobby and she puts a brave face on everything, but only to save face. She'd rather cut her own tongue out than admit that she's flat-broke and has nowhere to stay. She always tries to make out that she has a million places to be and a million people to see but it's all just an act.</b></div>
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<b>Everything with Wren is all bullshit, like, she's always <i>'just about' </i>to get paid or she's got some money coming <i>'tomorrow' </i>or <i>'real soon' </i>but she's not fooling anyone. Everyone can see that she's brassic and down on her luck and no-one wants to get 'infected' by her bad luck. People always seem to think that that kind of thing is contagious, don't they? They avoid people who are down on their luck like they've got the plague or something, as if bad luck is <i>'catching.'</i></b></div>
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<b>He's cute but he's as poor as a church mouse and he lives and sleeps in his van, his only possession worth any money. After meeting Wren on the subway the day she's putting up the flyers with her mugshot on them, he falls for her in a big way and is thrilled when she condescends to sleep in his van on the nights when she can't find anywhere else to kip. </b> </div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Imagine Wren on Instagram! She'd flood the Internet with daft piccies of herself. If she even had a talent she could try to capitalise on, but she doesn't even try to find out what her talent is. Being </b></span><i><b>'famous for being famous' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>is about the saddest thing I can think of. </b></span> </div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Am I being judgemental? Well, maybe. But I do feel deeply sorry for Wren and all the girls who would've gotten </b></span><i><b>'lost' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in the same way, getting swallowed up by the big city they thought was going to have the streets paved with gold just for their benefit, God bless 'em. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's a rude, cold awakening that Wren is in for, Wren and all the others like her. But Paul with the van's got a blanket she's welcome to share. Let's hope she makes the right choice.</b></span></div>
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<b>Cookie Mueller, who plays Karen, the horror movie character, and who sadly died of AIDS at the tragically young age of forty, was one of John Waters's '<i>Dreamlanders,' </i>or stable of regular characters. </b></div>
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<b>FEDERICO FELLINI'S 'I VITELLONI.' (1953) DIRECTED BY/SCREENPLAY AND STORY BY FEDERICO FELLINI.</b></div>
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<i><b>'The Godfather of such iconic films as MEAN STREETS, AMERICAN GRAFFITI and DINER, Fellini's masterpiece I VITELLONI arrives in Dual Format Edition, including its first ever UK Blu-Ray version alongside the DVD, and digitally on all UK platforms including Amazon, courtesy of CultFilms. Hard to find, this pivotal piece of cinema arrives in stunningly restored HD on 27</b></i><sup><i><b>th</b></i></sup><i><b> August 2018.</b></i></div>
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<i><b>The original slacker film that spawned an entire genre, I VITELLONI (loosely translated as 'The Young Bucks') is the story of a group of five long-time male friends who are still coming of age in their thirties. Mostly unemployed and too old to be kids, they struggle with their uncertainties about settling down in their Italian seaside town...'</b></i></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Our millenials move from temporary job to temporary job, unlike their parents and grandparents who tended to get </b></span><i><b>'jobs for life;' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>if you were educated, then you'd go into </b></span><i><b>'the Bank' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>or the civil service and, if you weren't, then maybe factory work or a labouring job.</b></span></div>
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<b>All that old way of life doesn't really exist any more. In a way, that's a good thing, as we've swept out a load of the old backwards way of thinking as well, but on the other hand it's sad for our millenials that they may never know the security that comes with owning your own home or being in a job that they can't sack you from, no matter how criminally inept you are at it, lol.</b></div>
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<b>EVER AFTER: A CINDERELLA STORY. (1998) DIRECTED BY ANDY TENNANT. BASED ON </b><i><b>'CINDERELLA' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>BY CHARLES PERRAULT. STARRING DREW BARRYMORE, DOUGRAY SCOTT, ANJELICA HUSTON, JUDY PARFITT, TIMOTHY WEST, MEGAN DODDS, MELANIE LYNSKEY, RICHARD O'BRIEN, PATRICK GODFREY AND JEANNE MOREAU.</b></span></div>
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<b>This is a ballsier re-telling of the famous Cinderella fairytale story than some others you might have seen. Drew Barrymore plays the central Cinderella character, known here as Danielle de Barbarac, as more of a feminist and would-be social reformer than other Cinderellas, and she's actually quite spirited and good at it.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The story is set in sixteenth-century France instead of in some mythical faraway Kingdom, and some of the characters are named after various Kings, Queens and Princes of France, but they've been proven to be inaccurate as historical characters and are therefore just characters who happen to have the names of some long-dead members of French royalty, if you get me.</b></span></div>
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<b>A word about Charles Perrault (1628-1703), the French author who wrote <i>CINDERELLA. </i>Apparently he was the Daddy of the fairytale genre with his <i>oeuvres (d'you like that, it's French!) </i>derived from folk tales. He was a huge influence on the Brothers Grimm, who came along about a century later.</b></div>
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<b>Although I didn't know this until today, he actually wrote not only <i>CINDERELLA </i>but also <i>LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, PUSS IN BOOTS, BLUEBEARD </i>and my favourite of all the fairytales, <i>SLEEPING BEAUTY, </i>which was adapted into a gorgeous ballet by Tchaikovsky.</b></div>
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<b>Danielle is a pretty little eight-year-old when her widowed Pops Auguste marries the haughty and cold-hearted Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent, marvellously played by Angelica Huston. Her facial expressions are wonderful. She has more acting talent in one eyebrow, lol, than some actresses do in their entire repertoires.</b></div>
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<b>She has a cold nature and only gives affection, although it seems more like savage criticism disguised as motherly concern, to her own daughters, Marguerite and Jacqueline. Marguerite is a proper little bitch-in-the-making who's never done a hand's turn for anyone other than herself in her entire life, while Jacqueline is much nicer, although she has to keep this side of her nature mostly a secret from her mother, who would take it as a sign of weakness.</b></div>
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<b>Rodmilla comes out with a couple of great lines. <i>'Nothing is final until you're dead and, even then, I'm sure God negotiates.' </i>And I love when, at one stage, it looks like she's actually going to <i>comfort </i>Danielle, she instead comes out with: <i>'Don't worry, dear. When things are bad, they can always get worse...!' </i>Rodmilla is brilliant. Brilliantly <i>bitchy. </i>She's my favourite character here by miles.</b></div>
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<b>Auguste, the idiot, pops his clogs almost immediately after marrying Rodmilla. This leaves Danielle in the care of her cold, self-serving Step-mother and the two sisters. A decade elapses and we see that Auguste's estate has fallen into decline and disrepair and Danielle has spent the last ten years slaving for Rodmilla & Co. Auguste would turn over in his grave if he could see what Danielle's been reduced to by her Awful Step-mother. Serves him right for dying, lol.</b></div>
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<b>Rodmilla and Marguerite are the ultimate social climbers. Just because the dozey Prince, led by his royal Wee-Willy-Winkie like most of these so-called Handsome Fairytale Princes, has reacted favourably to Marguerite's appearance in the past has made both women think that Marguerite is a shoo-in to be the next Queen of France. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>When they find out what's been going on clandestinely between the Prince and this mystery woman Nicole de Lancret, the shit will hit the fan royally. Will Cinderella/Danielle be compensated for her years of slavery under Rodmilla's </b></span><i><b>r</b></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><i><b>é</b></i></span><i><b>gime, </b></i><b>or will Marguerite pip her to the post? Ah come on, guys. You all know how the story ends. It's a <i>fairytale, </i>for Chrissakes.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>When Dolores confides in the supercilious Vera that her no-good husband has been sexually molesting their daughter Selena, Vera gives Dolores the kind of advice that makes the other woman's jaw drop. </b></span><i><b>'Sometimes husbands die, Dolores, and leave their wives all their money.'</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> But Dolores takes Vera's advice nonetheless, on one very special day when there's a total eclipse of the sun...</b></span></div>
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<b>If all that way of thinking <i>is </i>going to change, then maybe the new fairytales should teach us that women can be their <i>own </i>rescuer from bad situations. Maybe I'll write that bloody book myself. <i>'BE YOUR OWN KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR.' </i>Rescue <i>yourself </i>from whatever lousy goddamn prison life's got you chained up in. Don't steal my idea now. I'm putting you guys on your honour. Patent pending...</b></div>
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Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, film blogger, poet and book-and-movie reviewer. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, womens' fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra's books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:</div>
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If one considers some of the absolute dreck released recently by<b> Sony Pictures</b> recently: T<b>he Emoji Movie, Jack and Jill, Pixels, Sausage Party</b>, plus any of the recent, risible <b>Adam Sandler</b> vehicles, it’s actually something of a small miracle that <i><b>Alpha</b></i> exists. A relatively small-scale, quaint even, story about a cave boy and his dog, playing out in a fictional language, with what would seem like very little widespread commercial appeal. It’s not a balls-to-the-wall action piece or a comic book movie, it’s an attempt to do something a little bit different and Sony should be commended for that.<br />
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Set in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paleolithic_Europe" target="_blank">Paleolithic Europe</a>, a tribe of hunter-gatherers embark on their annual bison hunt, traversing across miles of inhospitable wilderness to track down the herd. While out on his first hunt, the son of the tribe chief becomes separated, lost and left, presumed dead. Attacked by a pack of wolves, the boy is forced to team up with an initially-hostile wolf to survive the elements and make it back to his tribe.<br />
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The chief concern here is that it’s a bit narratively obvious. Early lectures about the need to find inner courage seem to act as a prediction for the path of the protagonist, so watching it feels a little like joining the dots. Plot-wise there are no curve-balls or surprises worth a mention and everything seems to unfold in exactly the manner you’d predict, or fear, from about the first fifteen minutes.<br />
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<b>TOM JONES. (1963) BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HENRY FIELDING. </b>
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<b>STARRING ALBERT FINNEY, SUSANNAH YORK, HUGH GRIFFITH, DAME EDITH EVANS, GEORGE DEVINE, JOAN GREENWOOD, DIANE CILENTO, GEORGE A. COOPER, ROSALIND KNIGHT, JOYCE REDMAN, DAVID WARNER, JOHN MOFFATT AND PETER BULL.</b></div>
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<b>FILM NOT REMOTELY SUITABLE FOR VEGETARIANS. SORRY!</b></div>
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<i><b>'Tom, thou art as hearty a cock as any in the kingdom.' </b></i>
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<b>What a glorious romp this is! It's like a Jilly Cooper bonkbuster set in the eighteenth century and committed to celluloid, and not a curly-headed Welsh crooner in sight. It has sex, dogs, horses, pigs, lusty serving wenches with heaving bosoms, fabulous costumes, settings and scenery and poor old Tom being caught </b><i><b>in flagrante delicto </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>every time he takes a woman</b></span><b> into the scratcher. He's plagued with bad luck like that, is our Tom.</b></div>
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<i><b>TOM JONES </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>was m</b></span><b>ade by the iconic Woodfall Film Productions </b><i><b>(1959-1984)</b></i><b>, the company that produced such films as </b><i><b>KES </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>(1969), </b></span><i><b>THE LONELINESS OF THE LONG-DISTANCE RUNNER </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>(1962), </b></span><i><b>A TASTE OF HONEY </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>(1961) and </b></span><i><b>LOOK BACK IN ANGER </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>(1959).</b></span></div>
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<i><b>TOM JONES </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>is quite an important picture, not to mention portentous, because it heralded, not exactly the end of the black-and-white kitchen sink dramas that preceded it but, shall we say, a cessation of same for a bit. And what did it usher in instead? Why, the Swinging Sixties, of course, and in fantabulous Technicolor as well. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The films mentioned above can be found on the BFI Blu-Ray and DVD box-sets entitled </b></span><i><b>WOODFALL: A REVOLUTION IN BRITISH CINEMA, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>which came out in June 2018. </b></span><i><b>TOM JONES </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>is on there too, but the BFI is releasing this particular film now as a stand-alone Blu-Ray film, complete with a ton of extra features. </b></span>
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<i><b>TOM JONES </b></i><b>was big budget, full colour and a period piece or costume drama rather than the contemporary films we've noted above, based as it was on the whopping great novel of one Henry Fielding, <i>THE HISTORY OF TOM JONES: A FOUNDLING</i>. </b></div>
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<b>Published in 1749- I think!- it's considered to be one of the first great English novels, along with the likes of Samuel Richardson's </b><i><b>PAMELA </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and other similar works. It's so long it makes the Bible and the thickest Harry Potter tomes look like a couple of pamphlets, lol. You probably wouldn't get it read in one setting, unless you're accustomed to sit for three months at a time.</b></span></div>
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<i><b>TOM JONES </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>was therefore a bit of a departure from its norm for Woodfall Film Productions, and many of the people involved with it were terribly afraid that it would fail spectacularly. </b></span>
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<b>Far from becoming a flop, however, it succeeded probably beyond the wildest dreams of the cast and crew and made a millionaire overnight of its star Albert Finney, who'd been given shares in it. Lucky Albert Finney, lol.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It also garnered no less than four Academy Awards, including Best Director for Tony Richardson, the co-founder of Woodfall Film Productions alongside playwright John Osborne, the writer of </b></span><b><i>LOOK BACK IN ANGER, </i>and another chap called Harry Saltzman</b><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I think you all are well informed enough now, however, and we can safely move onto the plot of </b></span><i><b>TOM JONES, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>a filthy dirty bed-hopping sex romp with added hoops and crinolines. You guys will love it...</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Tom himself, played by the handsome Albert Finney </b></span><i><b>(I used to confuse him with Richard Burton) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>of </b></span><i><b>ERIN BROCKOVICH </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and </b></span><i><b>ANNIE: THE MUSICAL </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>fame, is a colourful character. A foundling left in the bed of the kindly Squire</b></span><i><b> </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Allworthy, a man possessed of quite a sizeable endowment, Tom was brought up by the Squire as if he were that man's own son.</b></span></div>
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<b>Tom grows up to be a ladies' man, a swordsman extraordinaire to whom the wimmins all flock because of his handsome face and well-put-together body. Disliked intensely by his father's toadies Square and Thwackum and also by his Aunt Bridget's son, a weed with the unlikely name of Blifil, Tom bears this dislike manfully and tries to forget his woes by having as much sex as he can manage, and that's a fair lot of sex.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>We first see him with Molly Seagrim, an impoverished slut who tries to lay the blame for her scandalous unwed pregnancy at Tom's door. She's marvellously played by Diane Cilento </b></span><i><b>(Miss Rose in THE WICKER MAN, wife to Sean JAMES BOND Connery and WICKER MAN scriptwriter Anthony Shaffer) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>who, with her long dark brown tresses, is a dead ringer for Hammer beauty Kate O'Mara. Now there's another sexy wench with a delightfully rounded bosom in a saucy, low-cut period costume.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Squire Western </b></span><i><b>(played by Hugh Griffith with absolute joyful gusto)</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> thinks only of hunting, horses, dogs, booze and a bit of slap-and-tickle in the hay and, though he loves Sophie as his only child, he has no qualms about marrying her off to whomever he deems suitable at the time. He loves Tom almost as a son and wouldn't mind at all Tom's being his son-in-law, but Tom is perpetually in disgrace with Sophie for his shenani-goats with other women.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Watch out for the following highlights: the slightly stomach-turning meat-and-fruit-eating </b></span><i><b>'foreplay' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>scene, the magnificent interiors, the divine harpsichord music and character actor George A. Cooper </b></span><i><b>(DRACULA HAS RISEN FROM THE GRAVE, SOME MOTHERS DO 'AVE 'EM) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>donning a flaming red wig and a ridiculous Oirish accent to play- guess what?- a drunken violent Oirishman, to be sure to be sure. Sure that's not a thundering great </b></span><i><b>clich</b></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><i><b>é</b></i></span><i><b> </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>at all at all, sure 'tisn't. Stroke me clover say me name and kiss me I'm Oirish...</b></span></div>
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<b>The Fourth Wall between viewer and film is broken numerous times as well. See if you can spot the breaches. I said breaches, not britches, lol, although there're plenty of nice snug-fitting britches on display here too. Tom himself has a mighty fine pair of pins.</b></div>
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<i><b>'EUREKA ENTERTAINMENT to release JACKIE CHAN'S POLICE STORY & POLICE STORY 2, two of the finest action films ever made from cinema's reigning martial arts king, for the first time on Blu-Ray in the UK on 20</b></i><sup><i><b>th</b></i></sup><i><b> August 2018, in a Limited Edition (3,000 copies) Hard-Cased Box-set.' </b></i>
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<b>Aw, this is an absolute treat. This is Jackie Chan at his finest and most legendary, this is. I don't normally care much for action films myself- the word 'action' itself puts me to sleep- but when it's good slick martial arts mixed with genuinely funny comedy, then I'll sit up and pay attention. </b><i><b>POLICE STORY </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>is vintage Chan and a cracking good watch to boot.</b></span></div>
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<b>Tough luck to all the peasants living there, huh? You can apply to the local police department for compensation but, um, it'll take months, if not years, to go through so to be honest, well, of course, it's up to the individual but all I'm saying is, well, I wouldn't bother. Ahem. Clears throat self-consciously and leaves...</b></div>
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<b>The magnificent and extremely dangerous set-pieces culminate in the trashing of a shopping mall that will leave you breathless. They even show one particularly good bit- Jackie Chan descending a rope of exploding electrical lights- from three different angles just to get the most out of it. These are some of the most spectacular action scenes you'll ever see. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>No, it's mostly shooting here and </b></span><i><b>'Pew pew! Pew pew!' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and car chases and people crashing through doors and windows and things, but it's all still done with love and style and panache, not to mention Jackie Chan's trademark self-deprecatory humour. He's got a terrifically mobile, expressive face that lends itself perfectly to this kind of slapstick, knockabout humour.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Don't get me wrong, like, he's handsome too. I wouldn't kick him out of bed for boiling the kettle, peeling the foil lid off of the noodles carton, pouring in the boiled water, mixing it with the contents and then allowing it to stand for a few minutes before consuming. For eating noodles, I mean. I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating noodles. Lol. My bad.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Jimmy, aka </b></span><i><b>Spaghetti Dick (don't ask!), </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>is put in a cell with gigantic Russian Mafia hit-man Victor, who shows him the ropes as he's- Jimmy- a newbie to prison life. Victor's advice re staying safe in the nick is not exactly new advice. Single out the biggest, toughest-looking inmate in the canteen and punch him good and hard in the kisser. We've all heard this before, haven't we?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It all ended disastrously between the two of them so Katie's not exactly </b></span><i><b>'frilled,' (pronounced as the Londoners pronounce it!) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>to see the randy Jimmy, who's always trying to- how to put this delicately- </b></span><i><b>'get some.'</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> She might be glad of him before the movie's out, though. I mean for the moral support now, not for the sex, lol. Curb your filthy minds, you lot.</b></span></div>
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<b>Katie is secretly working undercover to find out what happened to the previous doctor who worked in the prison. Apparently, this Dr. Wallace fella just disappeared into thin air, and doctors don't do that normally. Except on the days they have the old golf, that is. Katie, and now Jimmy as well, whom she takes into her confidence, also wonder why inmates who are invited to Governor Payne's office after dinner, supposedly for a <i>'sorbet,' </i>never return.</b></div>
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<b>And why do all the inmates, without exception and Jimmy included, have the same blood type and no next-of-kin whatsoever, so that no-one will miss them if they suddenly do a Dr. Wallace? Ms. Renfield the warden looks like she's been dug up and some of the guards and prisoners are going around with staring eyes and fangs with blood dripping down their stubbly chins.</b></div>
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<b>It looks to Jimmy and Katie that there might be an outbreak of vampirism taking place in Stokeville Prison <i>(no shit, Sherlock!)</i> and that the situation might be coming to some sort of a head. A mysterious cloaked figure by the name of Reeves agrees with them and the intrepid quintet- Jimmy, Katie, Victor, Shifty and now Reeves- set off in some trepidation to get to the nub of things.</b></div>
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<b>There might just be time for love after they sort out the vampires that are marauding through the prison, determined to feast on the weak and turn the strong into vampires themselves. There just might, might <i>might </i>be time for love. That's if the rather butch and terrifying Ms. Renfield and her boss, the </b><b>eccentric and vampyric</b><b> Governor Payne, don't get to Jimmy and Katie first, and it's a big </b><i><b>'if...'</b></i></div>
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<b>AMERICAN MARY. (2012) WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY JEN AND SYLVIA SOSKA. STARRING KATHERINE ISABELLE, JEN AND SYLVIA SOSKA AND THEIR FATHER MARIUS, TRISTAN RISK, ANTONIO CUPO, DAVID LOVGREN AND JOHN EMMET TRACY.</b></div>
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<b>This is a steamy, slinky, sexy, sassy, slutty stylish piece of horror work from the Soska Sisters, a pair of Canadian film-maker twin sisters often known as the Twisted Twins. Although I haven't yet seen their film </b><i><b>DEAD HOOKER IN A TRUNK, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I certainly hope that the catchy title earned for the Sisters the plaudits they deserved.</b></span></div>
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<b>Like most students, Mary is stoney-broke and hasn't a clue how she's going to make the rent on her flat or pay the phone bill to get her phone switched back on by the stingy phone people. Like a lot of female students are doing these days to make ends meet, Mary considers working in the sex industry. Not as a prostitute, though. Things aren't that bad. </b><i><b>Yet.</b></i></div>
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<b>She dresses in her sexiest undies- she has a figure to die for- and wraps the whole package in her little black PVC coat and takes it to a nearby sleazy club, intending to try for work as a stripper/dancer. The club-owner is enchanted by Mary's appearance, but in the end Mary doesn't start work there as a stripper. Something else crops up instead. </b><b>Something more lucrative and a million times bloodier...</b></div>
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<b>Her illegal but successful surgery at the club attracts the attention of what's known as the body modification community, people who have elective cosmetic surgeries performed on themselves that sometimes regular doctors won't condone, sanction or perform. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>For this reason, it's a partially underground community and a </b></span><i><b>'surgeon' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>like Mary, who'll perform any surgical procedure at all for money with no questions asked, is worth her weight in gold. Tristan Risk as Beatress Johnson, a stripper who's had her face altered to look like sexy cartoon figure Betty Boop, is Mary's </b></span><i><b>'in' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>to the community, which is positively </b></span><i><b>clamouring </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>for her hush-hush services.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I nearly died of fright when I did a bit of research into body modification. Did you know that you can have devil horns </b></span><i><b>'implanted' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>into your head so that it looks like you have real horns growing out of your head? When I discovered that you cut a piece of skin in your forehead, </b></span><i><b>'pop' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>the </b></span><i><b>'implants' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in under the skin and then just stitch up the lot, I turned cold and tried very hard not to vomit.</b></span></div>
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<b>Just because I personally wouldn't be able to stomach body modification surgery for myself doesn't mean that it's not okay for the people who want it or feel they need it for themselves. I'm a wuss who doesn't even have her ears pierced so I'm obviously not the kind of person who'd be up for what sometimes amounts to the mutilation of the human body.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>For example, the woman who wants Mary to remove her nipples and sew up her vulva so that she looks like a human doll kind of gave me the willies a bit. The woman's boyfriend wasn't exactly thrilled about it either. Maybe he </b></span><i><b>liked </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>her nipples and her vulva the way they were, lol...!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Anyway, Mary needs some </b></span><i><b>'examples' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>of her </b></span><i><b>'work' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>to show the body modification people, </b></span><b>all prospective customers after all, </b><b>that she can do the kind of jobs they want. After Mary is brutally raped by her horrible and abusive college professor at a party, it looks to Mary like this asshole has just </b><i><b>'volunteered' </b></i><b>his </b><b>services as Mary's guinea-pig and </b><i><b>'model.' </b></i><b>He's going to have a whole lot of </b><i><b>'work' </b></i><b>done to him in the near future. Let's hope he's happy with his new </b><b><i>'look' </i>because he's going to be stuck with it...</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The DVD I have of </b></span><i><b>AMERICAN MARY, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>sometimes known as </b></span><i><b>BLOODY MARY (wrongly, I think!), </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>has extra features on it which show the Soska Sisters being very popular with the audience at the launch of the film at the Film Four </b></span><i><b>FRIGHTEST </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in the UK.</b></span><br />
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<b>LA BELLE ET LA B</b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Ê</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><b>TE</b></span><b>/BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. (1946) DIRECTED BY JEAN COCTEAU. SCREENPLAY BY JEAN COCTEAU. BASED ON </b><i><b>'BEAUTY AND THE BEAST' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>BY JEAN-MARIE LE PRINCE DE BEAUMONT. STARRING JEAN MARAIS AND JOSETTE DAY.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>This French language drama is the most gorgeous of films. It's been likened to a magical, beautiful dream, a fabulous collection of unforgettable visual imagery in which Beauty's tears even turn to sparkly diamonds, like Lady Gaga's when she appears in an episode of </b></span><i><b>THE SIMPSONS. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Show-off, lol.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's a re-telling of the old fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast, in which a beautiful but impoverished young woman, who is also pure of heart, becomes the reluctant object of affection of the titular Beast. You guys probably know the story already, but we'll recap it briefly for the benefit of those who don't.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It was one of my favourite of all the fairy tales. I always particularly loved the ones with beautiful princesses in them, like </b></span><i><b>CINDERELLA </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>or </b></span><i><b>RAPUNZEL, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>in which young women fair of face but short in spondoolicks were rescued from their shitty lives by handsome rich princes who owned castles and riches and shit.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Wishful thinking, much? You could keep your Little Red Riding Hoods and your Little Red Hens and even your Enormous Turnips, I was that princess with the ridiculously long hair trapped in the tower by the evil old witch, waiting for my knight in shining armour to come along on his snowy-white charger and take me away from it all.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's hardly very pro-feminist, is it? Women should be encouraged to be their </b></span><i><b>own </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>knight in shining armour, to rescue </b></span><i><b>themselves </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>from the shit situations they find themselves in. Still, maybe we all need a little escapism in our dreary lives and that's where fairy tales come in.</b></span></div>
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<b>Okay, so Beauty's father in the film- and in the fairy tale also, this is more or less a straightforward adaptation of the fairy tale- is a merchant who's gone from rich to poor, then back to rich again briefly and finally back to poor again. That'll teach him to dream big, snigger. Anyway, let's not trouble our romantic minds with piffling matters of economics and trade and such-like.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's when he's coming home from a failed business trip that a storm compels the Dad to spend the night at what he thinks is an empty mansion. He's served delicious food and drink by invisible servants </b></span><i><b>(spooky!)</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> and is made comfortable for the night in front of a roaring fire.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The Beast threatens to kill the merchant for the theft of the rose. The only way the merchant can get out of being killed is to send one of his daughters to the Beast's mansion in his place to live as the Beast's Queen. Beauty is the only one of his three daughters to actually give a shit about her old man, so she's the one who comes to live </b></span><i><b>chez Beast, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>albeit with some trepidation.</b></span></div>
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<b>She needn't have worried. The big hairy Beast treats her with the utmost respect. He's head-over-heels in love with Beauty, who wasn't called Beauty for being ugly. The ravishing young blonde woman is lavished with jewels and all sorts of finery by the Beast, who proposes </b><b>marriage to her every night as well and gets refused each time because Beauty is still holding out hope that, one day, her Prince will come. Little does she know, heh-heh-heh.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>All your mean old exes boiled in oil, haha, and all you had to do was say the word. Hang on. Let me just fantasise about that for one blissful minute. Ah yes, that's the stuff. All right, I'm okay again. Let's press on.</b></span></div>
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<b>The notion of a beautiful but loving woman being held captive by a hideous monster who worships her, or professes to, is not a new one. The Phantom of the Opera imprisons Christine in his underground cavern many fathoms beneath the Paris Opera House. </b>
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<b>Likewise anyway, Lucy Harker gives herself to Nosferatu, who's not exactly a looker with his bald skull and sticky-out bat-ears, only to save the town from the evil doings of the Vampyre. She doesn't do it out of love or even a fondness for Nosferatu and surely he knows that, but as long as he's getting what he wants, he doesn't care. He just keeps on worshipping at the shrine of that long, swan-like white neck.</b></div>
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<b>It's also not the first time in a fairy tale that a parent has to forfeit his daughter to a hideous creature with supernatural powers, just for committing some trifling offence. Rapunzel's Pops has to offer up his first-born child, which turns out to be Rapunzel, to a cruel old witch just because he nicks a few of her mouldy old lettuces for his preggers wife. Jeez. I wonder what she'd have demanded for a whole bleedin' cabbage.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Anyway, do you wonder what happens to Beauty and the Beast at the end of their story? Jean Cocteau (1889-1963) doesn't deviate from the traditional ending of the fairy tale so the </b></span><i><b>'happy ever after' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>finale won't exactly come as a huge surprise to y'all. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's still well worth watching the film to see how he does it, though. Diana's Pavilion is the setting for the final scenes of the movie and I defy you not to be moved by the grand climax. Rather perversely, we women always cry at happy endings. I love a good bawl followed by a really good blow. Into a tissue, that is. Blowing my schnozz. I blow my nose into a Kleenex. Don't be so mucky-minded, you lot...!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Again, I'm not entirely sure that the moral of the story is a good message to be imparting to the women of today. Put up with your ugly bloke and he'll turn into a handsome Prince and set you up for life in his castle? Whatever happened to independent women? And Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves? Don't you make a liar out of The Eurythmics, Jean Cocteau. Just don't you do it.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The film is seventy-two years young this year and it still has the power to leave you feeling like you've just woken up from a beautiful dream when the credits roll. Stupid alarm clock. Ruin my sleep, would you? Just give me five more minutes, I beg you. </b></span><i><b>Just five more minutes...</b></i></div>
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<b>I've watched the </b><i><b>JURASSIC PARK </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>movies and loved them since 1993 when they first exploded onto the big screen in a massacre of torn flesh and amputated limbs. I'll never forget Laura Dern in the first film grabbing gratefully onto some bloke's arm when she's being pursued by the dinos, only to discover that the arm is literally all that's left of the guy, whoever he was. </b></span>
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<b>And remember when she turns Sam Neill's head around when he's in the car, so that he can see the Brontosauruses roaming free in John Hammond's Park, just like they did a bazillion years ago? Then there was Sam Neill freaking out old Mr. Hammond's snotty little grandkids by pretending to be getting fried by the electric fence. Serves 'em right, heh-heh-heh.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>In </b></span><i><b>JURASSIC PARK 2, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>there's the little boy who tells his sleepy, disbelieving parents that </b></span><i><b>'there's a dinosaur in the garden' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and, in </b></span><i><b>JURASSIC PARK 3, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I always remember that scene where the boy who's been missing is crossing the fog-wreathed bridge and hears a rattly kind of noise. </b></span><i><b>'Mom?' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>he says hesitantly, just before the biggest, freakiest pterydactyl comes out of the mist. It may not be his Mom, but it's one big mutha just the same...</b></span></div>
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<i><b>JURASSIC WORLD, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>which came out in 2015,</b></span><i><b> </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>was perfectly worthy of joining the canon of superb movies. It was a welcome return to the big screen of the franchise that reminded us all of exactly why we all love dinosaurs so much as kids and are fascinated by them even as adults.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Do you remember the story of the first </b></span><i><b>JURASSIC WORLD </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>movie? In a nutshell, the career-driven Claire Dearing, Auntie to two young lads she barely knows because she's so busy breaking through the glass ceiling, invites her nephews to her place of work, billionaire Simon Masrani's Dinosaur Park, much developed since old Mr. Hammond's time.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Is it a bad time to be finally inviting the nephews to her workplace? You could say that, as the park's newest attraction, the gigantic mutant Indominus Rex, has just escaped and is chowing down on the staff of </b></span><b><i>JURASSIC WORLD </i>as if they're snacks at a free buffet<i>. </i></b></div>
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<b>Naughty Indominus Rex, lol, forgetting your manners like that. Use a <i>napkin </i>to wipe your mouth when you eat the staff at <i>JURASSIC WORLD. </i>It's not nice to be dribbling bits of Park Ranger down your chin in front of company...!</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Sadly, the mopey, cellphone-checking nephews remain uneaten, thanks to the manly efforts of Chris Pratt's </b></span><i><b>'velociraptor-whisperer,' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>a hunk-and-a-half called Owen Grady whom Aunt Claire dated once but they broke up because he was an unambitious slob. By the end of </b></span><i><b>JURASSIC WORLD, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>though, they're back in each others' arms, for good this time.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Or is it? For good, I mean. Well, the start of </b></span><i><b>JURASSIC WORLD 2: FALLEN KINGDOM </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>sees them broken up once more. Guess why? Go on, you'll never guess. It's because Owen is an unambitious slob, tsk tsk, content to live in his trailer and going from trailer-to-pub and back again, shooting some pool and drinking some beer along the way.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Okay, so they may no longer be a couple in the romantic sense but they </b></span><i><b>do </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>need to team up once more in this film for the sake of the dinos they both love. They're hired to oversee the removal of the dinosaurs from the ill-fated Isla Nublar- the dormant volcano on the island is dormant no more- to a place of sanctuary owned by a billionaire called Sir Benjamin Lockwood.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>This utterly dreary and boring Lockwood fella is completely new to us, but the film-makers expect us to believe that he's been old John Hammond's partner in the dino business from the get-go. Hmmmmm.</b></span></div>
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<b>The dinosaurs are top-notch once more and the dino action as flawless as always. It's the humans who kind of let the side down this time around. There's not as much chemistry between Aunt Claire and Owen this time as there was before, and Chris Pratt somehow isn't as cool as he is in the first film. He's a bit more of a bumbling oaf this time around, unlike in the first film when he was coolness personified. A little softer and mushier round the edges this time, somehow. </b><b>Still gorgeous, though.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>There's not much humour in this second film either and there's a real shortage of funny one-liners like we've had in the other films. Remember Jeff </b></span><i><b>THE FLY </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Goldblum commenting in the first film while gazing spellbound at a mountain of dino excrement: </b></span><b><i>'That's one big heap of shit...?' </i>I still remember how the whole cinema laughed at that line. It was the bemusement in his delivery that did it.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>There's nothing like that in </b></span><i><b>JURASSIC WORLD 2: FALLEN KINGDOM. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>It's a much darker film, with some distressing scenes involving the dinosaurs that will depress the hell out of you if you're in any way sensitive to the plight of animals, even ones that have been extinct for a trillion years.</b></span></div>
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<b>A silver-haired Jeff Goldblum as Ian Malcolm, the sexy scientist from the previous films, bookends the film with his dire pronouncements of doom upon the human race if something isn't done about the dinosaur population. He was never too keen on being eaten by a dinosaur, if you'll remember, any more than Sam Neill was. </b>
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<b>Now, the dinosaurs are off Isla Nublar <i>(I still get a nostalgia thrill</i> <i>whenever I see these words come up on the bottom left-hand corner of the screen) </i>and roaming free on the mainland. Containing them will be a major problem. </b></div>
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<b>Jeff Goldblum's character, Ian Malcolm, foresees chaos and carnage, fierce and bloody carnage. I just want to know if they can mate and reproduce, the dinos, that is. That'd be wild, wouldn't it? If they do, Ian Malcolm will be the first in the queue to say I told you so.</b></div>
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<b>I'll tell you what should happen in the next film. Aunt Claire and Owen should stay together this time and have a child of two or three by the time we meet them again. If they're to stay true to the plot of this 2018 film, they should have adopted Maisie, grand-daughter to the billionaire Benjamin Lockwood, by then, but I rather hope they don't. </b>
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<b>Send Maisie and her dull grandfather Benjamin Lockwood back to the murky underworld from which they've come, please. If every film in the franchise is required by law to have a billionaire in it, bring back Simon Masrani from the dead. Now there was a billionaire who knew how to enjoy his dough.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>What else </b></span><i><b>could </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>it be but the monster that deliberately bumped into his own craft five years ago? Dr. Heller doesn't believe there </b></span><i><b>was </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>a monster, and Jonas is not exactly thrilled skinny to see his old enemy once more here on Mana One. Dr. Heller, I mean. Dr. Heller is his old enemy.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>And what about Meg? She's the one we've all </b></span><i><b>really </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>come to see. Well, she's big all right, bigger than the shark in </b></span><i><b>JAWS </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>but nowhere near as well-defined. That's a </b></span><i><b>real</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> fake shark, if you get me, whereas the Meg, short for Megalodon, the biggest shark- the biggest </b></span><i><b>anything- </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>to ever live on Earth, is naturally computer-generated and a little blurry around the edges. </b></span><br />
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<b>It's not the best shark I've ever seen but it's not the worst either. The worst was the one in <i>SHARK EXORCIST, </i>which I reviewed here recently for the Fourth of July. The best sharks, of course, are Bruce the Shark from <i>JAWS </i>and also the shark in <i>JAWS 2. </i>Was he called Bruce as well? Answers on a postcard, please!</b></div>
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<b>So, does Jonas get to redeem himself by saving a shitload of people in the world's deepest oceanic trench? Does he find love again with the smart-as-paint but deadly dull Su-yin? <i>(Her acting is as wooden as a book-case made in shop class as a Father's Day gift.) </i></b></div>
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<b>There were a few rather lame one-liners in the film that the audience, lazy lot that they were, failed utterly to react to. I liked the bit with the kids in the banana-boats. It seemed to me to be a loving tribute to <i>JAWS 4, </i>my favourite <i>JAWS </i>after the original <i>JAWS </i>and <i>JAWS 2. </i>People who don't know any better are always saying that <i>JAWS 4 </i>isn't worthy of being included in the <i>JAWS </i>canon but I love it. It's <i>JAWS 3 </i>that stinks to high heaven...!</b></div>
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<b>There are a couple of funny lines about the film's plot on Wikipedia that I thought you might like to hear about. Firstly, it says that Jack Morris the billionaire drops the bombs on the Meg <i>'to avoid any lawsuits the shark might bring against him...!' </i>Can you imagine it? <i>'The Meg versus Jack Morris and the state of wherever will now come to order...!'</i></b></div>
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<b>And as for the Meg herself, the toothsome star of the show, will she survive to see a sequel? Well, I hope so. As long as Jason Statham, bald, stubbly, well-built and oh-so-virile-looking, can return as the guy who saves everyone and gets the girl. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>And even if the Meg gets blown to pieces </b></span><i><b>('Smile, you son of a bitch!'), </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>well, the Mariannas Trench is good and deep. Powerfully deep. If they dig a little deeper, these film-makers, you never know what they might find.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-style: normal;"><b><br /></b></span> <b><i>PS, my son has just informed me that Jason Statham is the star of a film called THE TRANSPORTER, obviously the story of the trials and tribulations of a bus conductor. I'm off now to see if I can find it anywhere. It sounds utterly riveting.</i></b><br />
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<b>OMG, do you guys remember </b><i><b>THE INCREDIBLE HULK, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>the television series from the 'Eighties? Sure ya do! Bill Bixby plays mild-mannered scientist David Banner who transforms into this gigantic and ferocious green creature every time he loses his temper, and it's all because a lousy scientific experiment he's doing goes tits-up in a bad way, lol.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I </b></span><i><b>knew </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>there was no point to my doing stupid Science in secondary school. I </b></span><i><b>knew </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>stupid Science would only lead to trouble for someone someday unless it was abolished, haha. And it leads to more than his fair share of trouble for poor old David Banner. </b></span>
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<b>He might be minding his own business in a bar, drinking a beer while wearing a lovely mild-mannered sweater and tight beige or cream 'Eighties slacks, and some asshole would spill a drink over him and then start chatting up some broad who doesn't want to be chatted up. </b>
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<b>Then the fun would start. A seriously pissed-off David Banner would start to change into the Hulk, magnificently played by the uber-muscly Lou Ferrigno. His eyes would change colour and start madly staring and then there'd be this mad intense music and suddenly David Banner's nice shirt or sweater and jeans would start bursting off of his now green skin. 'Cause the Hulk is green, see.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Then it'd be all </b></span><i><b>'Rarr! Rarr! Rarr!' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>as the Incredible Hulk, bare-chested and wearing the remnants of David Banner's tattered pants, would pick up the offending asshole and throw him across the bar and out into the car park where he'd shit himself copiously in fright, excuse my French, before scrambling away to some kind of safety. </b></span>
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<b>The tattered pants are actually sentient, believe it or not, imbued with the power to always know where exactly to stop ripping. As in, the Hulk is never left with his crucial bits immodestly uncovered. The pants tear only so far and then they stop. What do you take them for, mere pants or something? These pants know when enough is enough, by Jove.</b></div>
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<b>Anyone, the broad-slash-damsel-in-distress would stand there in the bar, wide-eyed in fear but also admiration for the giant green man with the fantastic big diddies on him that bounce up and down once the Hulk starts running, which he always does when he hears the inevitable police sirens. Away he runs, the Incredible Hulk, away from the scene of justice-having-been-done, so that the cops don't rumble his <i>'incredible' </i>secret. See what I did there...?</b></div>
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<b>Then you'd see a half-nekkid David Banner, back to himself once more, sneaking a checked shirt in his exact size off some lady's washing-line but, get this! He's an honest bloke, see, and he always pins a couple-a five-dollar bills on the clothes-line as payment so that Mary-Beth or whoever it is can buy a replacement shirt for Harvey or Harv Junior, who's getting to be near as big and ungrateful as his alcoholic Pa, the little cuss.</b></div>
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<b>So, he might be David Bannion, see, or David Barrington or David Bellamy. Anything so long as it's a B. It's a wonder that they didn't run out of surnames beginning with B on the show. I do like the sound of that David Bellamy chap, he sounds lovely and cultured. I could go to an art exhibition at a fancy gallery with a guy like that. He might even call me after we had all the sex.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Of course, Michael Landon </b></span><i><b>(Pa Ingalls from LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>used to walk sadly away too in his bulky leather jacket at the end of each episode of his show </b></span><i><b>HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN, </b></i><b>but for sadly-walking-away-forever, I'm telling you, no-one does it like David Banner. </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>He's got that market cornered so y'all might as well not even try it. If you want to do something different, you could try walking <i>towards </i>something in an <i>upbeat </i>manner at the <i>beginning </i>of a TV show. I don't know if that's ever been tried on a TV series.</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>The films are entitled </b></span><i><b>THE INCREDIBLE HULK RETURNS, THE TRIAL OF THE INCREDIBLE HULK (featuring a cameo from the MARVEL-lous Stan Lee!) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and </b></span><i><b>THE DEATH OF THE INCREDIBLE HULK. </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>They'd better be kidding us with that last one there...</b></span></div>
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<i><b>THE INCREDIBLE HULK RETURNS </b></i><b>sees David Banner's alter-ego teaming up with none other than the mighty Thor, hammer and all, from Norse mythology, to fight a bunch of really mean bad guys. </b></div>
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<b>The baddies have kidnapped David's girlfriend-du-jour <i>(she owns a big fancy beach house, he should keep this one for a bit!)</i> and a giant Gamma Transponder </b><i><b>(wasn't Chandler from FRIENDS in the transponding business?) </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>that might have been the key to curing David of his affliction. </b></span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>All the stuff we love from the TV series are present and correct here in this film. </b></span><i><b>'Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Some asshole yanking David's chain. Funny stare-y eyes and mad intense </b></span><i><b>'changing into the Hulk' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>music then it's </b></span><i><b>'Rarr! Rarr!' </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>and the Incredible Hulk tearing up the place and putting manners on the riff-raff while his pants remain impeccably in place, just like good pants should. </b></span>
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<b>THE TRUTH ABOUT CATS AND DOGS. (1996) DIRECTED BY MICHAEL LEHMANN. STARRING JANEANE GAROFALO, UMA THURMAN, JAMIE FOXX AND BEN CHAPLIN.</b></div>
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<b>THE TRUTH ABOUT CATS AND DOGS </b><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>is a film I'd be deeply ashamed for if it came out today. Even its main star Janeane Garofalo says it's anti-feminist. The film started life as a low-budget independent film but when the by-then big star Uma Thurman hopped on board, it became a big studio project with knobs on. And she ruins the film really, giving a genuinely uncomfortable-looking performance as a ditzy blonde who's so stupid, you can't even laugh at her. I was shocked by how awful her character is.</b></span></div>
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<b>I would sincerely hope that the women of today would realise that Uma Thurman's character Noelle is not a good role-model. For one thing, she allows her horrible boyfriend Roy to physically and verbally abuse her, calling her a dumb bitch all the time and ridiculing and sabotaging her efforts to better herself, like when she tries and fails to become a newsreader.</b></div>
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<b>THE NUN. (1966) DIRECTED BY JACQUES RIVETTE. BASED ON THE NOVEL 'LA RELIGIEUSE' BY DENIS DIDEROT. STARRING ANNA KARINA, MICHELINE PRESLE, FRANCINE BERGE, LISELOTTE PULVER AND CHRISTIANE LENIER.</b></div>
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<b>This French language film by French New Wave director Jacques Rivette has a lot of back-story. It's based on the novel by prolific French philosopher, art critic and writer Denis Diderot, who was a prominent figure in the Enlightenment. <i>(Note to self: google 'the Enlightenment...!')</i></b></div>
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<b>Rivette first directed the story as a three-hour-long play, with Anna Karina, the wife of his contemporary and friend Jean-Luc Godard, as his leading lady. It ran for a month in 1963, was a financial flop but received good reviews, if you can understand how that works, the good reviews being especially for the beautiful leading lady. </b></div>
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<b>In 1966, Rivette finally got to make his movie, which got itself banned for a time because of its unflattering depiction of religious life. Not to mention his portrayal of nuns themselves, from the lowliest novice to the Mother Superior, as superstitious, judgemental sex-mad harpies who aren't fit to flagellate themselves raw in the name of The Man Upstairs, as my dear old granny used to call him. She'd only ever talk in terrified whispers of The Man Below, lol.</b></div>
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<b>Recently in UK cinemas for the first time since its original release in 1966, the film is two-and-a-quarter hours long- not much shorter than the play, so!- and it still watches somewhat like a play, albeit a gorgeous, sumptuous-looking one. </b>
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<b>You can almost imagine the locations as being beautifully-decorated sets and the actors as reciting their lines on a stage. It's a bit stilted, yes, and, doesn't seem terribly realistic or believable at times </b><i><b>(just like a play, lol!), </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>but I still enjoyed it well enough, despite my initial disappointment on discovering exactly why it was banned.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Yes readers, when I realised I was watching a once-banned French film called </b></span><i><b>THE NUN, </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I was expecting sexy lesbian nuns cavorting naked with each other and the visiting priests as if there were no tomorrow. Sex and whipping and sado-masochism and blasphemy and self-pleasuring with crucifixes to beat the band, in other words. Alas, except for some mild </b></span><i><b>implied </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>lesbianism, it's not that kind of film. </b></span></div>
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<b>Neither is it in any way affiliated, I believe, with the James Wan film of the same name which is due for its cinematic release on September 7th of this year. It'll be a spin-off of <i>THE CONJURING 2 </i>and will be the fifth instalment overall of <i>THE CONJURING </i>franchise. I don't even care if it's good, bad or indifferent, I just really need to see another new one of these films!</b></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Anyway, the 1966 film is the story of a beautiful young woman called Suzanne Simonin living in France in about the mid-1700s, who essentially has four mothers and no daddy. </b></span><i><b>FOUR MOTHERS AND NO DADDY; </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>couldn't you just imagine there being a shit romantic comedy in there somewhere starring Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston?</b></span></div>
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<b>Let me explain. When we first meet Suzanne, she is being forced to enter the local convent to become a nun against her will. She causes such a public scene that her outraged, coldly furious parents are obliged to take her home, where she is locked up for several months until she agrees to join the convent as arranged, and for real this time. No messing about.</b></div>
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<b>I don't blame Suzanne at all for not wanting to join the convent. She's adamant that she has no vocation whatsoever, and even the religious folks themselves agree that it's a mistake to enter this life unless you have one of these. </b>
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<b style="font-style: normal;">Suzanne presumably wants to laugh and love and live her life as a wife and mother like other girls her age get to do. She doesn't want to be walled up alive in the convent, devoting </b><b>the next maybe seventy years of her life- nuns live really long, probably because they don't have any kids to give 'em prematurely grey hairs!- to a God she believes in but doesn't want to spend every minute of every day thinking about. </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>That seems totally fair to me. I mean, being forced into marriage is bad enough but at least most women do <i>want </i>to marry at some point and have children. Being forced into a convent, where you live for all time without sex or the love of a man or the joy- and hard work!- of having kiddies would be almost like a death sentence for some women. That's what it's like for Suzanne Simonin. </b></div>
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<b>So why is it so all-fired imperative that Suzanne take the hated vows? Well, her parents have already married off two daughters with dowries and now they can't afford to give Suzanne the same treatment. Well, that's pretty shit but there's even more to it than that. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Suzanne's mother has a really nasty, unfair reason for wanting Suzanne locked away behind the convent walls but I won't let that slip, I think. It can be a surprise for you guys but just let me say that I think that Suzanne's mother is a cold, selfish unfeeling </b></span><i><b>bitch </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>who has no right to take it out on Suzanne for something Suzanne's not even bloody well responsible for.</b></span></div>
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<b>A small dowry is cobbled together to give to the convent <i>(oh, they have enough dosh for THAT then, do they, the tight feckers!)</i> and, Bob's your Uncle, Suzanne is a nun for life. She will never stop railing against the unfairness of her incarceration and this will cause her many problems in the convent. If you're not there willingly, how could you possibly be expected to settle into the life?</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Over the course of her enforced religious life, she will have three Mother Superiors, three of the mothers referred to in my little earlier description of the film. </b><b>One will be kind and loving but unfortunately short-lived. One will be cold, cruel and punitive just like Suzanne's birth-mother and one will be oddly frivolous, mercurial in temperament and relentlessly horny for Suzanne's nubile young form. Don't get excited, lol, the most bare female flesh you get to see in the film is one glimpse of shoulder and that's that.</b></div>
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<b>Suzanne will also encounter a horny-under-his-stern-exterior Father Confessor and a brothel madam, neither of whom would probably bother with Suzanne if she weren't drop-dead gorgeous and wearing a full face of make-up in every scene, lol. </b>
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<b>I find it interesting that all the men to whom Suzanne appeals for help to get her out from under her hateful enforced vows give her a more than fair hearing and the benefit of the doubt on every occasion, despite the film's being set in an era when women were pretty much less than dirt beneath men's feet. </b>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Those were the awful days, after all, when men in different countries were burning witches and torturing those females believed to be possessed by the devil. </b></span><i><b>(Suzanne is believed by her nasty Mother Superior to be in need of a good exorcist at one point.) </b></i>
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<b>I can only put Suzanne's extraordinary success in winning over the minds and hearts of the men in power in the film down to her fabulous beauty. These guys mightn't have been so quick to save a hideous old crone from the pointy instruments of the Inquisitor or Exorcist, that's all I'm saying. There aren't any Inquisitors in the film, by the way, so don't get your hopes up. I'm just saying that it was the <i>era </i>for that type of thing.</b></div>
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<b>This is a bad era for women, though. A young girl at the mercy of and in the care of her parents, older brother, Uncle and Aunt or even husband could be deemed mad at any time and put away in an asylum for life or, as in Suzanne's case, the local convent, where her guardians would never have to be bothered by her again. It's a chilling, saddening thought. Ah well. Not to be a Debbie Downer or anything but such was ever woman's lot.</b></div>
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<b>The film is lovely to look at, a good picture of the religious life in France at the time, if a bit slow-moving and frustrating at times. I was constantly wondering when we were gonna get to the good stuff, the banned bits, lol. If I'd known not to expect anything spectacular in that direction, I might have enjoyed the film a bit more. </b>
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<b>As it is, I've done you guys a big favour by telling ye not to expect any naked raging orgies or whatnot. Now ye can relax into the film like I wasn't really able to. Don't say I never do anything for ye...!</b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><u><b>About Independent Cinema Office (ICO)</b></u></span></span></span></div>
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Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, film blogger, poet and book-and-movie reviewer. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, womens' fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra's books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:</div>
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