Posts Tagged ‘Ray Winstone’
Author: James
Taken to the edge
Troy Kennedy-Martin’s original BBC TV series, way back in 1985, was groundbreaking, both in the darkness of its subject matter, and its willingness to take risks. Director Martin Campbell (Casino Royale (2006)), then as now, revealed an all-encompassing conspiracy lurking at the edge of everything, and the price that one man must pay to bring those responsible for the death of his daughter to book.
Author: James
‘You want it? You want it with me?’
A warning to the squeamish – foul language (in context) ahead.
It was based on his own childhood, was Gary Oldman’s feature debut – Jesus wept. You’ve never seen anything like Nil by Mouth (1997) – there hasn’t been another film made that deals so unflinchingly with what is still very much a problem for many women, namely domestic violence.
Author: Colin
Beast at bay? Er, no…
Jesus Christ! What got Ghandi in such a bad mood? Sexy Beast (2000) was a film I came to very late (eight years late, in fact) and only watched on the insistence of James, who would ideally like me to see every film in the world, as he seems to have, but sometimes I do heed his recommendations, if only to stop him banging on about them. It turns out he was right about this one, though. (Thank you, Colin – J).
Author: James
So long, Doctor Jones…
You’re all expecting a rave, aren’t you? Shades of ‘your reviewer arrived flushed and breathless, gentle reader, after thrilling once more to the exploits of Indiana Jones in the latest action-packed installment, and couldn’t wait to share his joy with world’. Sorry, but think again, and prepare yourself for a rude awakening. The magic is over, and all we’re left with, in chapter four, is an historical artefact of bygone glories.
Author: James
Game for anything
Tom Ripley (John Malkovich): You’re not planning on singing me through the door, are you?
Reeves (Ray Winstone): I’ve got the Carregio in here.
Tom Ripley: Well, you’re not coming in.
Reeves: I’m fucking coming in.
Tom Ripley: No, because it’s not a Carregio, it’s a Correggio. Just like it’s not tacco but ta-a-cco. Not pasto but pasta, see? Your entire education comes from classic car magazine and you dress like you’re on a condom run for the mob. By the way, it isn’t a Correggio, it’s a fake Rembrandt and until you know that, you’re not coming in with me.
Reeves: Don’t fuck me over here, pratt.
Tom Ripley: Don’t threaten me. I’m not the one wearing an earring.
- Colin: Mike: the Matrix was utter toss. Don’t go there. Anyhow, I’m right with you on Aliens –...
- Colin: James: Why not do ten more and see if you can avoid putting the god-awful travesty that is Independence Day in...
- CD: The Day the Earth Stood Still (it’s about an alien who is Jesus…but better than ET) Soylent Green...
- James: Hello Chris, and welcome to Picturenose!
Many thanks for your comment – I thought, in fact, that... - James: Colin, good points, both on Westworld (which should really have been included, I know, I know) and otters.