Four people are stuck in an Irish shed after an unspecified end-times event. Starts of as something resembling an enforced camping trip, by the end it's all gone completely arse-shaped and the remaining survivors are a couple of wild potatoes short of cannibalism.
That's pretty much the plot in it's entirety. It's good though in a bleak kinda way.
Half way through this film, I went for a poo and a shower (not at the same time, I'm not German) and having missed 20 or 30 minutes of the film, I managed to entirely fill in everything I'd missed almost instantly.
The main thing I noticed, aside from the series' unrelenting fucking terribleness, is how big Liam Neeson's nose is:
Liam Nose-on more like.
Anyway, whoever writes these films should put away the crayons and have some Ribena or something.
TV historian goes a bit brain wonky and starts seeing ghosts in the big spooky house he's just bought.
We were surprised to see how old and bald Paul Kaye is looking. Definitely different to his Dennis Pennis days.
Told you. Most people prob know him now from Game Of Thrones as he's apparently in that. We seem to be the only people on earth who don't watch that shit. Watched the first episode, it was fucking balls.
Some zombie nonsense takes place on a ship. It reminded Perkin of the game Cold Fear. It's OK and some of the effects are pretty good but we enjoyed Rec 3 more. Also involves a person with this awesome name.
Kind of like a furry land-based Jaws, some people are pursued by a massive killer bear. Billy Bob Thornton plays the Robert Shaw character. It started ok but got more ridiculous as it went along, for example small actors being pinned under a giant bear and not popping like grapes.
Film about four struggling actors who decide to spend a long weekend in an isolated cabin writing a horror film that they can use as a showpiece for their magnificent skills. The Baghead of the title is the Vorhees like boogeyman they invent, who then turns up in the real world and acts like he wants to get all murdery and shiznit.
The two men (smug twat and chubby fuckwit) and the two women (self-centred has-been and childish, airhead moron) are all very believable, natural and well played.
The twist is very predictable.
The film is good enough, but definitely has a fume of forced indie hipsterism.
Silly but enjoyable twaddle about a chap in the 'near future' (probably, like 1990 or some other laser world, future land!) who tries to stop himself from dreaming as whatever happens when he dreams comes true in the real world.
I imagine the book it's based on would be able to portray the unlikelyness of the story with more credibility, but if you like cheap creative sci-fi from that era, you'll probably enjoy this.
"Full bonk-on. You?"
"Half a teacake at best."
Surprisingly, this film predicted flip-front mobile phones.
It didn't predict that we'd become a world of arseholes.
"How'd you like your cortical?"
I spent about five minutes pissing about to get that screencap. Twat.
"Damn it, Gary! I don't care what the lab says, design me the gayest car in the world"
"I'll try, Geoff. I'll try."
"Miriam! Look! He done it! That crazy fool pulled it off!"
Professor Robert Krugerland invents some kind of machine that lets him send people into a sort of lucid hypnotic dream where they can confront their fears. Predictably enough it goes bollock shaped and turns into some kind of spindly dream monster nonsense.
Shame as it has some people who can act in it and, in my humble, the magic mind-probe fear machine would've worked better as the basis for an anthology collection.
A film about the magic of the internet and how many people who use it are utter fuckbags.
Still, you only need to spend about thirty minutes online to realize that most people with access to the web are cunts. IMDB message boards and YouTube video comments are enough to make me wish a plague on humanity.
I'm probably missing something, might be a generational thing, but I've never understood the whole Humphrey Bogart 'thing'.
To me, his entire schtick appeared to be talking to a woman thirty years younger saying things like "Be quiet, you're a silly female, now do as I say and light me a woodbine".
This was made during that period when films had constant fucking violins playing.
Never believe any reviews apart from the ones you read here. Example: This film has loads of good reviews from some right fucking pricks. It's shit. I would take it back for a refund, but I don't wanna hold it in case it taints me with its rubbishness.
Comprised entirely of silent footage taken during the Mallory and Irvine expedition of 1924.
I doubt I'm revealing much of a spoiler when I say it didn't end well. Knowing the fate that befell the young men on the mountain, it makes the footage all the more poignant, particularly the early scenes featuring smiling, optimistic faces at the beginning of their challenge.
Although digitally remastered, it's hard to believe you're watching footage that is (almost) a century old. The skies, the mountain peaks, and the small, close details captured on film look almost as fresh as anything from the modern era.
There is a subtle ambient soundtrack played throughout the film that really adds to both the impressive, otherworldly landscape of wonder and the creeping, inescapable finality of how it will play out. A strangely disturbing mix of the ephemeral and the eternal. (Easily the most pretentious thing I've typed in years!)
Documentary about shady government types who fed false information to some of the better connected UFO conspiracists, (is that a word? Who cares, is now) knowing that it would pin-prick its way into the greater collective awareness. The plan, apparently, was to create enough suggestion of genuine alien activity to throw a veil over covert military experi-tech.
Sounds interesting but plays out rather boringly with absolutely nothing of interest revealed.
Can't remember what the exact dates are for the rest of the films so far this month, but who cares? Calendar accuracy probably isn't important when it comes to a piss-poor blog about films. Also, it's called Film Plop, not, like, 'Timothy's World Of Exact Timeline Events'.
Anyway, if you're familiar with Elvira, you're probably already a fan. Of tits.