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Movie Review: We Need To Talk About Kevin

August 5th, 2012 By hecklerspray staff

We Need To Talk About Kevin is one of those films where everybody says they loved it for its gritty portrayal of a mother coming to terms with the fact her misunderstood son killed a load of people at school for no apparent reason, making everyone throw their hands in the air and scream ?WHY GOD???, even those who haven't seen the bloody film.

The truth is that it's as tedious as a GCSE drama piece about growing up in North Wales.

The translucent skinned, Tilda Swinton, was the only woman that could have played the part of Eva, Kevin?s mother, as she plodded about town looking like somebody with Dutch Elm disease.

The Reviews Are Wrong: Drive, A Lesson In Absolute Tedium

August 5th, 2012 By Mof Gimmers

At the 2011 Cannes Film Festival, Drive was loved so much that, when the movie finally finished, everyone leapt to their feet to give it a standing ovation. A film. A standing ovation.

One can only assume that this ovation must have been like the tears cried by a hostage when they receive a rare moment of kindness. That’s because Drive is one of the most overrated films on Earth right now.

Only a complete, dithering simpleton would dare disagree.

Movie Review: Transformers: Dark Of The Moon (Or, We Went To Watch Transformers 3 And Things Went Kaboom!)

August 5th, 2012 By hecklerspray staff

Right lets cut to the chase, Transformers: Dark of the Moon has a crap script and the acting is, for lack of a better word, shit. Sorry Michael, but bear with us because you come off good in the end?

It's still got those bloody parents in it, it's rife with dodgy racial stereotyping, the irritating shitty robots who do nothing but make lame jokes, penis references and Patrick Dempsey. Trust us – the list goes on!

Frankly it's difficult to understand why scriptwriter Ehren Kruger is even working on Transformers still, having failed so miserably with the last film. Worst still, despite getting rid of Megan Fox, director Michael Bay has seemingly opted for yet another hottie with zero acting skills in the form of Rosie Huntington-Whitley who seems to spend more time pouting and looking dead to the world than actually contributing to the bloody film. For a director with such a skill at creating visual feasts for the eyes, he sure is ignorant when it comes to the storytelling behind a film… but this is an brilliant film, right?

Belated Easter Film Review ? Hop

August 5th, 2012 By Paul Pencott

We hope you all enjoyed Easter. But if you had to sit through the massively dispiriting ?Hop? you probably haven’t.

We here at hecklerspray hate Russell Brand as much as the next man. We despise the huge gummy gap between his teeth and his top lip, we hate his misguided belief that ex-junkies are interesting (they aren't, no matter how much they go on about it, as they always do) and we hate his hair and the way he currently smells.

But what sickens us most is that he has lent his charmless presence to an Easter-themed film that this writer has been forced to watch.

Blu-ray Review – The Social Network

August 5th, 2012 By David Scarborough

The internet is full of dicks (hecklerspray excluded, of course). Just take a look around: there's that kid over there, blogging about his pathetic existence; that tweeting celebrity, moaning about their insufferable riches; and what about Justin Bieber? Ergh.

The internet is a horrible cesspit of words and pictures, never more aptly demonstrated than in social hub Facebook.

It's also appropriate then that the story behind the invention of the 21^st Century?s most dominating stalker tool, The Social Network, is as full of nauseating idiots as its millions of inhabitants.

DVD Review: Buried

August 5th, 2012 By David Scarborough

Plenty of the rich and fabulous have been buried in recent memory: Diff’rent Strokes actor, Gary Coleman, stroking kids musician, Michael Jackson and one of those Corey kids from the ?80s.

Yet, it's hard to imagine anyone whose managed to do it in such a captivating way as Ryan Reynolds in the suffocating thriller, Buried.

Hitchcockian in its nature, Buried has a premise that can't help but intrigue, as one truck driver, Paul Conroy (Reynolds), finds himself waking up in a coffin buried six-feet under in the Iraqi desert. What ensures is a taut, gripping and, needless to say, claustrophobic film, that ensnares the audience up until its breathtaking climax.

Film Review: Paul (That’s The One With Simon Pegg And The New Jar Jar Binks In It)

August 5th, 2012 By hecklerspray staff

Everyone knows who Simon Pegg and Nick Frost are right? You know, there the guys who beat the crap out of zombies with pool cues to Queen’s ?Don't stop me now? and then had a shootout in a supermarket with Timothy Dalton. You know, Timothy Dalton! Him out of that James Bo- nevermind.

Ahh, so now you remember. That's okay though we?ll forgive you, after all it's a pretty reasonable response given the pairs somewhat floundering careers since 2007’s pant-stainingly funny ‘Hot Fuzz’.

The only difference here however is that Edgar Wright, their long time chum and directorial muse is no where insight; replaced instead by that bloke who gave us Superbad and Adventureland (the one where Kristen Stewart isn't dying for a good vampire romp).

Film Review: Just Go With It

August 5th, 2012 By Limara Salt

What is the point of Adam Sandler? Sure, there was a time when his mongrel-like face, annoying laugh and humour as subtle as getting diarrhoea in a library was kind-of-okay and sorta charming, but now he’s officially gone too far.

That manchild routine may have been acceptable in the ’90s, but it’s 2011 and mass audiences will not put up with his crap anymore.

OK that’s a lie; his films always gross an obscene amount of money which convince people to finance his future films and leave those with any sort of taste weeping in the corner while trying to understand why the world is such a depressing place.

DVD Review: Eat Pray Love

August 5th, 2012 By Justrestingmyeyes

Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman. There’s all that mucking about with howling at the moon once a month, either unsupported or badly scorched boobs, the constant struggle to be heard within an oppresive patriarchal society, and to quote Bernard Black, oh, the dancing!

But then again, sometimes it’s hard to be a thunderously self-obsessed, overpriveleged jackanape as well. So you’ve really got to feel for poor old Julia Roberts in Eat Pray Love, drowning prettily in an exotic blend of both of these maladies. My goodness, it’s a wonder she can move her puny bones under the weight of her first world problems. So, is it worth 140 minutes of our time watching her fret and eat and ponder and pray and laugh and love?

Seriously? Eat Pray Love? Well, let us put it this way. Puke Scream Die.

Film Review: True Grit

August 5th, 2012 By Limara Salt

Oh no! Here comes another Hollywood hack remaking a classic that doesn’t need to be made. Whatever happened to the original stories that used to litter our cinemas? John Wayne must be rolling in his grave blah blah blah…etc etc.

If this is the dim view you take on The Coen Brothers’ adaptation of Charles Portis’ 1968 novel of the same name, congratulations, you are an idiot. And not just any idiot, the kind of idiot who’s looking forward to Transformers: Dark of the Moon, and that’s some thundering idiothole.

Anyway, True Grit stars 14 year old Hailee Steinfeld as Mattie Ross on a mission to hunt, find and kill Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin), the man who double crossed her father before kicking him off. Her mother is crippled by grief and the burden of looking after her young children so the wheelings and dealings are left to the scarily headstrong and efficient Mattie. She enquires about who can help her track down the elusive Chaney and chooses the gruff, drunken, awesomely named and not at all hygienic Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges) from a short list.