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💊 ONCE UPON A TIME IN HÄLSINGLAND

Forming entire cogent thoughts ain’t always possible with a rampaging, completely mobile ten month old around.

So welcome to this unruly grab bag of whatever it is I’ve been listening to, reading, playing and watching delivered unto you via the wonder of embedded tweet threads.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: SNOWPIERCER

By all contemporary western metrics, it turns out, Captain America is a ruthless, merciless terrorist.

As Snowpiercer kicks off, our man Curtis — a cagey, brittle arsekicker played by Chris Evans (The First Avenger) — leads a desperate uprising against the privileged upper classes who tyrannise the have-nots.

The year is 2031 and it’s all gone tits up. Our last ditch efforts to thwart climate change have proved cataclysmically and ironically misguided, plunging the planet into another Ice Age. For all intents and purposes humanity has been rendered extinct.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: EX MACHINA

CAST your mind back to 2006.

The Australian twenty four hour news cycle was in its infancy - scuttlebutt, innuendo, hearsay, grossly ill-informed speculation and flat out bullshit travelled at much slower speeds.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: THE H8FUL EIGHT

Dubious, digit-inclusive title notwithstanding (don’t we usually reserve those for Fast & Furious-er?), Tarantino’s eighth directorial effort, The H8ful Eight, is a slow-burn, barking mad post Civil War whodunit. It’s a brash showcase for the auteur’s returning repertory players and a raw illustration of the man’s urgent engagement with the contemporary American political environment.

PATRONS ONLY - THOR RAGNAROK

At the collapsing core — the Devil’s Anus, if you will — of Thor: Ragnarok beats the amiably daggy heart of Kiwi director Taika Waititi.

Waititi’s previous flicks Boy, Eagle vs Shark, What We Do In the Shadows and Hunt for the Wilderpeople are all exercises in offbeat, low key charm.

BLUNT: BLADE RUNNER 2049

In 1981, Scott directed Blade Runner, a vexing, iconic work of noirish science fiction adapted from Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, a novel by author Philip K Dick.

BRAKING BAD: BABY DRIVER

AS recent Hollywood legend goes, Baby Driver director Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead) dreamt up his film’s high concept as a student in the mid ‘90s. Moved by the garage rock bombast of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion’s (JSBX) 1994 single ‘Bell Bottoms’, Wright envisioned a muscular, Bullitt-style car-chase scene set to the track’s primal thrust.

RETURN TICKET - TRAINSPOTTING 2

CINEMATIC history is rife, perhaps even founded on, explorations of white male solipsism.

From Citizen Kane to There Will Be Blood, from Taxi Driver and Midnight Cowboy to Requiem For A Dream and beyond, our movie screens have been littered with selfish bastards ruining their lives and others’ for well over a century.

UTTERLY WRETCHED: THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN

Black-out plonker and spurned, allegedly barren divorcee (red flag!) Rachel (Emily Blunt) wakes up from an average to medium sized night on the lash — blood-soaked, weedy lines of coke on a compact, potentially incriminating video-selfie rants, drained-thirst tanker of vodka (it was gin in the books, pedants!), nothing too confronting — convinced she’s done something heinous, potentially murderous.

LADIES & GENTLEMEN, PACK YOUR BONGS: SAUSAGE PARTY

Seth Rogen has gathered his usual gang of ripped-to-the-tits idiots (James Franco, Jonah Hill, Michael Cera, Paul Rudd, Danny McBride, Craig Robinson et al), augmented it with some sketch comedy thoroughbreds (Kristen Wiig, Nick Kroll, Bill Hader), thrown in a dash of Hollywood royalty (Edward Norton, Salma Hayek) and come up with Sausage Party,the filthiest R-rated (well, MA15+ here in the hard as fuck Antipodes) animated comedy about anthropomorphised grocery items ever exposed to celluloid.

WHINE TIME: BAD MOMS

If you’ve ever been to a preview screening of a (ahem) chick flick, you’ll have borne witness to the sordid, desperately contrived vision of contemporary femininity that is evidently vigorously espoused in first semester Public Relations.

WARCRAFT: THE BEGINNING

I was once on this flight, right?

We were swooping in over the bay (disturbingly peaceful) with a banshee tail-wind, about ten knots into the red.

As our 737 bellied up to the runway, the pilot took violent evasive action.

MAD MAX: FURY ROAD

visceral: adjective vis•cer•al \ˈvi-sə-rəl, ˈvis-rəl\

1 : felt in or as if in the internal organs of the body
 2 : dealing with crude or elemental emotions
 3 : of, relating to, or located on or among the viscera

Yeah, I’m the arsehole bringing the Webster’s to a Fury Road review.

UTTERLY WRETCHED: THE HUNTSMAN - WINTER'S WAR

You know, there was a time when a flick like The Huntsman: Winter’s War(directed by some poor man’s Alice In Wonderland spec Tim Burton) would have had me gleefully, lasciviously polishing up the ol’ Jones Bile Hammer, giddy with the prospect of laying into another turgid bilge-offering from the leaky khazi of mainstream Hollywood.