I was so busy organising a teen film festival last week that I completely forgot to mention what a bonkers clocks week it was for new teen movies. Young Adult, Martha Marcy May Marlene and Chronicle all more or less fit the profile, and two of them already feature in my Best Movies of 2012 list. Cinemas showing all three are few and far between, but if you happen to live near the West India Quay Cineworld then there’s a hell of a triple bill waiting for you one night this week.
The MPAA have given Sacha Baron Cohen’s Bruno the ‘kiss of death’ NC-17 rating in the United States, with a source stating that…
Among the objectionable scenes is one in which Bruno – a gay Austrian fashionista played by Baron Cohen – appears to have anal sex with a man on camera.
Firstly, amazing.
Secondly, let’s hope that whatever cuts get made in the states aren’t made over here. We can handle it etc.
Why is it that the Courier typewriter font has come to symbolise anything that’s gritty and violent? Applying the style to anything immediately gives it that all-important edgy realism look:
Job done. It works even better if you make it look like there’s been some kind of printing error:
There are so many things that are incredibly wrong with this poster that it’s tempting to do a big tedious list of them. It’s much quicker if I just circle them:
I’ve gotten into a bit of a routine lately when attending screenings:
Leave 20 minutes too late.
Stand at bus stop for half an hour.
End up getting on any bus just for the sake of moving.
Change bus twice.
Fall asleep on bus.
Forget to get off at the Royal Academy, meaning that I then have to stay on the bus while it goes up the SLOWEST 100 YARDS OF TRAFFIC ON THE PLANET leading up to Piccadilly Circus.
Sprint to the venue, stopping to buy the cheapest energy drink I can find so that I don’t fall asleep in the screening as well.
Arrive 1 minute late but manage to get in just as the studio logos are starting.
All of which can be a bit depressing if I then have to sit and watch Lesbian Vampire Killers, panting and drenched in sweat.
Luckily, the film I saw the other night was worth all the exertion.
Because Religulous is FUNN-E. The sort of funny that Morgan Spurlock dreams about when he’s chatting with his wife about how ‘cool’ it will be to have her in his next movie.
TRUE STORY: There’s a scene in the movie where Bill Maher interviews a street preacher on Oxford Street (not the sinner winner man FYI) and on my way home I saw the very same man practising his craft.