Film Review: Armageddon

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When I relaunched this blog, I wasn’t planning to restart writing film reviews. I haven’t put down my quill of opinion, but found previously, sharing my thoughts caused some of the love of film I hold to be lost. I reached a point where I was watching a film so I could write a review, rather than writing a review because I’d watched a film. It had become a job I felt obliged to do and taking a step back was the only way regaining the enjoyment.

Watching Armageddon, however, I felt I had to air my thoughts. It is a shockingly awful film, but at the same time, it is wonderfully brilliant. It sums up, exactly, the reason I started writing film reviews. I would joke that I was fed up of listening to critics, waxing lyrical about how a director had “invoked the imagery of a 4th century Rubicon painting, while combining the thinking and philosophy in a lexicon of hybrid ideas, with the left wing Neoplasmic tones of the 16th century French romanticist Dubois”. When, in fact, I’d really spent 2 hours watching animated cats! All I wanted to know was if I went to the cinema, and spent £10 on a ticket, would I enjoy it, or would I be wasting my money? Read more

Film Review: Enemy Of The State

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They say that you can tell an artist from their brush strokes, or a writer from the rhythm of their language. Well the same is true of movies, you can instantly recognise a director, a producer, an actor from the fingerprints they leave upon their work. And none more so than with Jerry Bruckheimer. A producer who sadly, now resides more in the world of the small screen than the big, but a producer to which I owe my love of films.

I was in my late teens and shaping my love of cinema and films when Bruckheimer was at the top of his game, offering action, adventure and copious amounts of exploding petrol in the likes of Con Air, The Rock, Gone In Sixty Seconds and Enemy Of The State to name but a few in a very, very long list. And in the same way that Cruel Intentions instantly drags me back to that era of my life, so does the work of Bruckheimer.

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