John Landis’ big screen comeback is a strange one. Mixing serial killing, comedy and a glut of actors not speaking in their natural accents are risks that don’t quite pay off.
Thriller
Heaven
This unforgivably bad romantic ‘thriller’ gives a new meaning to waking up in a warm pool of your own urine.
Freight
Freight is notable mainly for the fact that it’s only the second ever film I’ve seen set in my unremarkable home town of Leeds. After getting over this shock I was just treated to clichés, a poorly thought out storyline and dialogue and a little bit of serviceable action.
Mr. Nice
This British druglord biopic gives Howard Marks the complete luvvy-duvvy treatment and offers absolutely nothing new but Mr. Nice has an interesting enough story to entertain throughout.
Buried
Who would have thought that watching Ryan Reynolds in a coffin for ninety minutes would be well-acted and tension-filled but Cortés manages it. Now for Adam Sandler in a coffin, minus the camera.
Devil
Not a bad little movie, even without the Shyamalan directing it feels like he was all over it, but it was probably better in its short story form.