Dandelions & Tigers & Bears, Oh My!

Sometimes, when the office walls seem to be closing in on you, like the garbage compactor in Star Wars IV: A New Hope, you’ve got to make like Solo and shoot first… straight for the nearest piece of greenery, to clear your muddled mind.

This week I’ve been trying to get back into moving my arse as much as possible, forcing myself to go for a walk as soon as the clock strikes 1pm. Not just for fitness but to shake the cabin fever feeling.

Luckily, I have a good friend in Tatty, who is (mostly) willing to come with me and we’ve recently found a new oasis of calm amidst the hustle and bustle of Lewes Road. I love the juxtaposition of urban sprawl and gorgeous green corners hidden around Brighton.

With this in mind, on Thursday, Tatty and I; and our colleague, Chrissy took to the cemetery.

Let’s just say, frolicking in the woods is great for the soul. Look how bloody cute we are!

Thanks to Tatty for the image of me and the cemetery gate.

Incidentally, if you have an interest in the sartorial, Tatty’s blog is amazing, sharing gems from the high street and looking freaking awesome while doing so. She’s my fave, go check her out.

Happy weekend, all!

The Machine (Film) Review

machine_ver4This week was Jillian’s choice in the Sci-fi/Fantasy genre. I’m not that great with Sci-fi, truth be told, so I think the idea of trying films I would never pick up under my own steam, is a good one.

This film was quite topical for me as I’d already watched Ex Machina (2015) at the beginning of the week. Both films have very similar subject matter, but are executed in completely different ways. The fact I watched them in such close succession is both a good and bad thing. Though when it comes down to it, they don’t really compare at all.

Who would win in a fight between the two? Don’t worry, I shall tell you shortly.

*As always, Spoilers*

The Machine (2013)

Director: Caradog W. James
Stars: Toby Stephens, Caity Lotz, Denis Lawson

IMDB Synopsis: In efforts to construct perfect android killing machines in a war against China, UK scientists exceed their goal and create a sentient cyborg.

My Review:

Channel 4 have recently released an all-too realistic looking trailer for new TV show, Humans, placing it innocuously (and creepily) within the other adverts, so A.I. and the concept of robots passing for members of the family is current to say the least. Add this to my viewing of Ex Machina, a film I looked forward to seeing for ages, and you could say there’s been a lot of futuristic ponderment going on this week.

G and I often pose hypothetical questions about mortality and the like to one another (usually he to I) and we ended up having a decent debate about Artificial Intelligence. Specifically, whether it really matters if your loved one is human or not, if you love him/her and he/she simulates love back*. So I appreciate a film that makes me think about things from an unusual angle.

The Machine was similar to Ex Machina in topic, but stylistically very different. The opening credits tell us that there has been a cold war with China, sending the UK into a great depression. The arms race is focused on powerful, intelligent machinery as a result. In short, cyborgs, baby. (Love saying that word out loud: Cyborg. Cyborrrrgg. Cyyyyyborgggg.)

Vincent is a clever and handsome scientist who has worked out a way to implant artificial segments of brain into wounded (and brain damaged) soldiers, giving them a quality of life they could never have imagined possible. Unfortunately, during an experimental surgery with a solider named Paul Dawson, he is disappointed when his subject fails to show empathy. Right away you wonder what Vince’s motivation is as an employee of the Ministry of Defense, working on deadly human/robotic weapon people, hoping for signs of humanity. You will find out.

Sadly, Paul Dawson goes mental and kills everyone, except Vincent, who is badly wounded but lives to fight another day, being all handsome.


Soon, it becomes apparent that Vincent does have a driving force and it’s his daughter, who suffers from Rhett’s Syndrome. This will almost certainly come back to bite him on his tight bottom later in the film, mark my words. He is also haunted by nasty dreams and it doesn’t help that a woman who says she’s Paul Dawson’s mother is hanging around outside the M.O.D building, pushing for answers about what happened to her son.


When Ava, a promising young woman appears looking for funding for a project, involving computers she has taught to be convincing ‘humans’, Vincent snaps her up as an employee right away. Concerned about Mrs Dawson, who appears on Ava’s first day, and intrigued by a rumour surrounding ‘Area 6′ (where all the wounded test subjects are kept), she starts to snoop, despite Vincent’s insistence that she minds her own effing business.

There’s a spark between them, and Ava agrees to help Vincent scan and ‘fix’ his daughter’s brain. Unfortunately, some things aren’t meant to be and Ava is murdered by a disgruntled Chinese man outside the base, not long afterwards.


Meanwhile, there’s a girl called Suri (not Tom Cruise’s kid, sadly) creeping about recording things people are saying and communicating with the other soliders/security in a non-human way. (The security guards roaming the base are all former patients with brain implants). Vincent is convinced that the implant causes patients to lose the power of speech as a side effect, rendering all the guards mute, though it is obvious that he’s tripping because they’re all thick as ruddy thieves, transmitting thoughts between them.

Vincent goes above and beyond his remit by replicating the deceased Ava in cyborg form. He uses scans he’s made of her face previously and thus, The Machine is born. She is blonde, beautiful (but of course) and unlike Ava (presumably) has completely smooth parts.

Right away it appears she is not the killing machine Vincent’s boss, Thompson is keen for her to be. She’s sweet and trusting, so Thompson begins to manipulate her, stoking the fire of her inner rage with a big pokey stick.


Handsome Vince is on a completely different page and gets pissed when The Machine accidentally kills an assistant dressed as a clown (I don’t blame you, Machine, KILL KILL KILL!), so she promises it won’t happen again. She is powerless against the manipulation of Thompson though and eventually unleashes her inner arse kicker.


The questions: Is The Machine really as human as she’ll have Vincent believe? Can Thompson remove her empathetic side and get her onside as the world’s greatest killing machine? What’s with the Flashdance (1983) tribute scene? What are those naughty robot brained soldiers plotting; and finally, can Vincent save his daughter before all his resources are taken away?

Oh, and, are they romantically connected? I couldn’t quite determine it from the ending. I think not re: sexual organs, but sex ain’t always the main event so you never know.

My Thoughts:

Well, it wasn’t half bad, I’ll say that. It’s definitely not the closest thing to Blade Runner (1982) since Blade Runner, as the poster would have us believe but on its own merits, it’s not bad at all.

I don’t think I’m a Caity Lotz fan, though I haven’t seen her in anything else (her CV says Arrow (TV Series) and Mad Men, as well as The Flash (TV Series) and another DC project, so I’m guessing she’s big in the comic world). I just found her a bit hammy. Still, as a cyborg with a heart (or does she?), I don’t know what I’m expecting.

Toby is handsome and his scenes with his daughter are sweet enough, but it’s all a bit clinical for my taste. There’s not much heart or soul to this film which I think is where it falls down.That said, I enjoyed the climax, which all went a bit Superman III (1983) as the subjects, led by The Machine, clamber to destroy the quantum computer.

Compared to Ex Machina, though, which I loved, it doesn’t hold up as well. Perhaps it’s Oscar Issac that does it (another handsome scientist), or maybe it’s the bigger budget, the more visually stunning sets, the better actors – but to me it’s like comparing a ballet to a rock video. I like them both, but artistically, the ballet takes it, easily.

My Rating: 


Pop over to Jill’s shortly for her take.

*The answer, I believe, is a little bit yes and a little bit no. Conversation for a whole post!

Giving F**ks and Other Stories


The other day I read a refreshing article about giving a fuck about things. I can’t find it now to reference but the gist of it was, in a world full of people giving zero fucks, wouldn’t it be a good thing if we, the people, gave a bit of a fuck?

I read it and I thought, you know what? I do give a fuck. Most of the time I give too many fucks. I can’t relate to Maria swirling around the Alps showing off how many fucks she doesn’t give AT ALL. I cry and get anxious and stressed because of all the fucks I give.

I wish I was more of a zero fucks diva but it’s just not in my make-up.

I realise that the whole ZF thing isn’t about not caring about people or things, it’s more of an unapologetic attitude and that should be applauded too. Of course. Being who you are and loving yourself and not giving a flying fuck what people think is a good thing. Wearing a pair of trousers that look like pajamas in public and not minding that you’re obviously too fashion forward for your local high street because people are looking* is a great thing. And not entertaining the negative attitudes of others, in anything you care about, is the very best thing, for your own sanity and self-esteem. Fuck them!

But can there be a balance somewhere? It’s okay to not be cool sometimes, isn’t it? To cry in public, laugh until you snort, fall over – to give great big swirling fucks about the future, inequality, puppies, people you really like, bad customer service, rudeness, awful politicians and the current government, alpacas, good grammar and terrible puns? I think so.

We can’t all be hipsters with poker faces, hash tagging #zerofucks over pictures of craft beer on Instagram. Which I guess in itself goes back to giving zero fucks about being cool.

All roads lead to zero fucks and I’m tired now and I’m going to bed. Goodnight.

*True story.

The Brass Teapot (Film) Review

Jillian and I haven’t had the best luck over the last fortnight with our films.TheBrassTeapot_FINAL-POSTER--The-Playlist-exclusive

I’ve quite enjoyed them admittedly but we both feel, I think, that we need to mix things up a little, after a few duds. This joint collaboration was always going to be fun but the rules were never set in stone, which means we have the luxury of working out what works best for us.

I’m also going to change my style of reviewing. I love Jill’s blog and I think somewhere along the line I started to mimic her style, or if not style, then the structure of her reviews. Hey, highest form of flattery, non?

I’m not a very good reviewer myself, but I love doing it. I’m going to try out a more opaque method this week, which is what I do outside of this series and with my mini-reviews.

I hope you’re all enjoying the reviews, anyway. I just hope that this film has broken the bad bad movie spell.

Onward! (*Spoilers*)

The Brass Teapot (2012)

Director: Ramaa Mosley
Stars: Juno Temple, Michael Angarano, Alexis Bledel

IMDB Synopsis: When a couple discovers that a brass teapot makes them money whenever they hurt themselves, they must come to terms with how far they are willing to go.

My Review:

I didn’t want to over-think the selection of my next film so I scrolled gormlessly through Netflix until something jumped out. I chose this film because a) Juno Temple and b) what a nuts premise!

Juno Temple impressed me back in Atonement (2007) and has really, I feel, upped the ante in flicks such as Killer Joe (2011) and the more recent, Horns (2013). Thankfully her CV is full of great and quirky roles, and long may that continue.

In The Brass Teapot, Temple plays Alice, one half of a loving but fiscally precarious couple. Her husband, John (Argarano) is doing his best in an uninspiring telemarketing role while Alice tries to find work. Despite her $40K degree in Art History, Alice is struggling to find a job she aspires to, what with the economic climate the way it is. So she spends most of her days at home, chilling out maxing, relaxing all cool. Or, applying for jobs and waiting for John to come home.


The couple are solid, or so it appears, and they seem happy, though they seldom have food in the fridge or money to burn on nights out on the town. As their landlord reminds Alice one day, “Weren’t you voted ‘Most Likely to Succeed’?”.

Things start to look up however when one day the couple have a minor car accident. They’re fine but as they assess the damage outside an old antiques shop, Alice is inexplicably drawn inside. There she spots a beautiful brass teapot which she steals.

John is later fired from his job because he’s pretty crap at it. While he’s been gone, however, Alice has figured out that the teapot has something unique about it. When she burns herself on hair curlers, the tea pot fills with cash. Enough cash to lead her to do what any sane person would do in the same situation: beat the shit out of herself.

Once John has gotten over his initial skepticism, and the shock of coming home to a battered wife, the pair have a field day hurting themselves in imaginative and innovative ways while stockpiling the moolah. With a view to making a million bucks and then getting out of town, the couple are well aware that this could, and probably will, end badly.


But as with all good things, it’s easy to get carried away; and John and Alice decide to treat themselves to a few things they’ve been doing without. Alice’s family is a little suspicious of how the couple are living but nobody else questions them much, least of all the tax man. When they buy a big house and move in next door to the popular couple they knew from high school, everybody assumes that Alice has scored her dream job.

Meanwhile, thanks to John’s appearance on the Antiques Roadshow, several people now know the tea pot is in their possession, including Doctor Ling, who has been tailing the teapot across the world for the best part of his life.

John and Alice have also been acquainted with a pair of Jewish brothers, who claim their grandmother smuggled the tea pot out of a Nazi concentration camp at great personal risk. They first of all beat up John (which proves lucrative), then later return to rob the couple of all their material possessions, telling them to keep the pot as they only want to reap its offerings.

Doctor Ling tries to warn the couple of the very real danger they are exposing themselves to but predictably, they don’t want to listen. He tells them that the tea pot changes people but they swear they know their limitations. He stays close to them anyway, this is his life’s work after all.


Soon the tea pot starts to pay out less for the pain they cause themselves and each other, but Alice discovers that the tea pot is nothing if not flexible with the rules, and learns that emotional pain totally counts. This leads the couple to go to town on each other and then others, admitting painful truths and spilling secrets. Since they have to recoup all they lost when the brothers robbed them, they go as hard as they can. But at what cost?

When they figure out that other people’s physical pain could prove advantageous, you can imagine where that leads. Luckily, John has the sense to ask Doctor Ling for help before they commit a crime neither of them can take back. But Ling explains that they both have to agree pass the tea pot on. Can John break the hold the pot has on Alice and persuade her to give it away, before she goes too far?

Watch it and find out for yourself, lazy bones!

the-brass-teapot-2012-03My Thoughts:

This film had so much potential. The lead characters are an interesting couple, played by fine actors, with great chemistry. The premise is bonkers but fun and the scenarios they find themselves in are funny too. But there’s nothing new here and there are no surprises.

It’s also pretty obvious where the ending is going in terms of the moral of the story (yawn). Yeah we get it, true love conquers all, you guys are good people. Yadda yadda.

That said, I still think Temple is the best thing in this film (crush, not gonna lie). It also features Alia Shawcat (Arrested Development’s Maeby) and Bobby Moynihan as Louise and Chuck, the couple’s best friends, who find themselves left behind when things start to get fancy. Will Alice and John be able to maintain their long-term friendships as well as their own relationship? Here’s hoping, eh?

All in all, the film was aiiight, but not brilliant. Jill, I am sorry.

My Rating: 

3/5 (a little bit too meh for my taste)

Pop over to Jill’s shortly for her view.

NB: I forgot to mention that Jill and I have agreed to try some new genres, after finding ourselves in hokey horror hell for some time now. I find it hard to veer away from my favourite genre, so this is a great exercise in opening the mind. The Brass Teapot was classed as Sci-fi/Fantasy, so next week Jill will choose one in that category. Expect a proper mix up, including rom-com, world cinema, etc. Maybe even the odd Western now that I have learnt that they aren’t all set in the wild wild west.


Love Your #selfie


Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline. It is Maybelline. And Rimmel, Max Factor, 17, Make Up Revolution, Bourjois… <3

Sometimes you’ve just got to spend £27 in Superdrug on new make-up then come home and put it all on, despite having nowhere to go to show it off. I could find somewhere obviously, but Netflix.

I’ve been feeling pretty shitty about myself lately. I won’t lie, despite my vow to stop worrying about ageing, I still have the odd wobble. I sometimes look through pictures of myself, for instance and wonder if my eyelids have got extra baggy.


Today I feel fucking fabulous* though, hence this picture of my moon face. I personally love the phenomenon of the #selfie. If a person is feeling amazing why the hell shouldn’t they share it? Yes, even the people who share 1,2,3 a day, even those in contorted positions, skimpy outfits – all.

All #selfies are beautiful because it means the taker is feeling great about themselves.

*My friend Panda says this when something is particularly fabulous, and when she bought herself a Mulberry handbag last year, she asked them to include a card saying “To Panda, you’re fucking fabulous”. They didn’t, but it’s still makes for a FF anecdote.

An Open Letter to a Jerk

Dear Body Snarker,

This will no doubt pass you by as, predictably, women you don’t want to sleep with rarely appear on your radar. You will be perfectly civil when we meet in the flesh because society expects at least that from you and I’m connected to someone you know but beyond that I am nothing to you. Thankfully.

I’m not writing this to change your mind or opinions, if you’re content with who you are then I’m happy for you. I don’t feel the need to run down other people to make myself feel better and consciously make an effort to let people do them, while I do me. I guess that’s the main difference between us.

I want to be absolutely clear that I am not a booby prize. You seem to think, while you’re treading water between relationships with the women you deserve, that you’ll have your pick of less discerning women e.g. bigger, fatter women (your way of putting it is far cruder).

I’m not sure if you’re aware of this but let me break it down. The notion that ‘fat chicks’ try harder in bed or are less fussy because they are desperate is an outdated and frankly embarrassing (and untrue) assumption. How fucking dare you suggest it? I sincerely doubt this supposed hotbed of chubby, ‘slutty’ women are just kicking their feet waiting for you to click your fingers. Know why? They’re living their lives, having actual relationships and hopefully spending time with partners/friends that don’t make them feel like they’re not good enough.

Fat women are women, just like the ‘under an ideal weight’ ones you favour. All women are real women, whatever their size, hair colour, sexual preference, etc. You see? It’s really easy.

You might have a type and I get it. I’m a beard lover 4 lyfe but I don’t go around throwing shade and thinking of bare chinned boys as substandard human beings. I don’t think that baby-faced chaps are automatically less valuable than anyone else, despite the fact they don’t fit my ‘ideal’. Anyway, I’m not here to change your mind about that; who you find desirable is honestly the very last thing on my mind.

All I want is for you to never talk like you did about dating women to anyone else ever again, least of all the person who loves me. If you think what you think, just do me a favour and keep it to yourself. If possible, please just bury it deep forever.

I’m a fat woman. Chubby. Voluptuous. Curvy. Whatever word you choose to describe a plus-size body. I don’t care. I’m fat and I’m not a booby prize. I’m not and never have been sitting around waiting for someone like you to pick me. Most women aren’t, if you can believe that. Fat women go out and meet people all the time, are loved and love themselves too. I know, it’s fucking shocking, isn’t it?

I can’t wait for you to find this all out for yourself when you’re sitting home alone, weeping softly into your Paleo meal for one. I can’t wait for you to discover that the one thing stopping you from finding the love you so crave is your personality. Work on that for a while and I am sure things will change.

Won’t that be nice?

Kindest regards,

A Voluptuous Girl

The Monkey’s Paw (Film) Review

Another week, another slightly left of field movie review!

This week is Jillian’s choice and… well, read on to see what I thought, you know how it work’s around here, don’cha? All I will say right now, is that this film is based on the creepy short story most of us know, The Monkey’s Paw by W.W. Jacobs.

*Contains spoilers as always*

the-monkeys-paw-posterThe Film:

The Monkey’s Paw (2013)

Where to Watch:

US Netflix

The Premise: 

Jake is given a monkey’s paw that grants three wishes. After the first two wishes leave his friend Cobb undead, Cobb pushes Jake to make a final wish. (Via IMDB).

The Trailer:

Viewable here.

The Uncondensed Version:

We begin in the room of a small, frightened boy, presumably hiding out from his parents, who can be heard downstairs, violently fighting. When the shouting stops, the poor kid tiptoes downstairs to find his father on the floor, holding a monkey’s paw. He mumbles something along the lines of “Don’t mess with fate, son” and promptly dies.

Cut to modern day and we’re in a factory full of seasoned workers. Jake is the stand out as he is the only vaguely attractive young man. His boss is giving him jip for something, something to do with trucks? I must admit here that I had a bit of an issue with the ‘Nawlins accent, all I longed for was proper pronunciation. Fast forward a bit and Jake’s boss has been fired by his boss, Kevin who is married to Jake’s ex-girlfriend, who Jake clearly still has the hots for.


Get a manicure, will ya?

Jake’s old boss, Gillespie is in the pub later on that night, drowning his sorrows. Jake and his mate, Cobb approach him and have a chat about him being sacked. Gillespie has a shrivelled monkey’s paw on the table next to him (as you do). Naturally the men ask him about it and he tells them about the three wishes. A bit drunk, Jake makes a wish and is told that the paw is his until he makes his last wish. Gillespie sort of tries to warn the men about the paw’s hold on people but not really, calling it a ‘peace treaty’, as Jake was somehow involved in his sacking. He says there are no hard feelings. (We’ll be the judge of that, sir, once this story is through).

Jake’s first wish is for the sweet Mustang he’s just spotted in the car park of the pub; lo and behold, when he and Cobb approach it later, it’s unlocked and the keys are in the ignition. So the boys go for a spin, stopping off at Kevin’s house, where he lives with Lydia, Jake’s ex. They intend to confront Kevin about sacking Gillespie but he’s not home. Lydia and Jake have words and it’s clear that they’re still into one another by how mean they are.


“You know what I did last Summer…? Mainlined the whole of Gossip Girl on Netflix?”

On the way home, Jake crashes the Mustang and Cobb is thrown through the windshield and killed. Jake wishes he wasn’t dead with his second wish and then runs off. Cobb is rescued by a local barmaid who takes him home with her, in the biblical sense and also in a kind way. She patches him up and offers him some sex for which he thanks her with a fatal strangling. Something tells us New Cobb isn’t the weathered old dog with a good heart he used to be (Jill, I sort of fancied him for a split second, a step too far?).


“How does it go again, you put your right arm in, your right arm out…”

Jake, in the meantime, has found an abandoned warehouse and throws the paw away. Yeah, that’ll do it. He goes to the cop shop the next morning, presumably to own up to everything but chickens out. Later, Cobb goes to see his kid who he has with a nice lady who has a restraining order against him. He says he just wants to take his boy fishing.

Jake finally catches up to Cobb, in a graveyard, of course. Cobb mumbles something about wanting the paw and thus, the final wish for himself. He tells Jake he can’t waste the third wish. Mumble mumble mumble.

Kevin, the new dick boss at the factory is f**king another woman besides his wife, Lydia and is in his office with her when he hears something. It turns out to be Cobb, who puts his head in a vice. It seems for a moment that Cobb is just another vigilante, clearing up the streets of rubbish but I don’t stick by this statement.


Bah bye, Kevin

Basically, Cobb works his way indiscriminately through everyone we’ve met so far, including Jake’s mother who is in hospital, dying of cancer. Can I just state here that I’m confused that Jake’s first wish wasn’t to cure his mother of cancer? I mean, duh.

Anyway, Cobb kills her by suffocating her and by this point I was still thinking maybe he was just being kind, wanting to put her out of her misery but actually, he’s just being murderous for shits n’ gigs. Well, I guess the guy no longer has a soul but still.


“…97…98…99… ONE HUNDRED. Coming to get you Cobb!”

Cobb calls Jake and tells him to come to the graveyard to talk. Cobb tells him he killed Jake’s mum for Jake but Jake doesn’t buy it – and rightly so! They fight.


He’s got aright Cobb on

A detective (who’s played by an actor who always plays a detective) is investigating Kevin’s death. He asks his team to bring Cobb in but also look out for Jake. In his heart, the detective knows it’s not Jake but recognises him from outside the police station a few morning ago when he got too scared to come in, so knows he’s involved in something.

Jake also warns his brother to get out of town which he and his wife agree to do. Jake visits Gillespie and they talk about the paw, Gillespie telling him his parent’s tale. He was the little boy in the beginning, see. (I’ll let you find out that story for yourself). Later on, Gillespie is murdered – who knew? – which is sad because he’s a nice man but he did willingly start this whole cycle off so, karma and all.

Jake’s brother and sister-in-law head out of town but are followed and chased down by – can you guess? – who murders them both while Jake is connected to them by phone. He hears them being brutally murdered, then Cobb comes on the line and tells Jake to meet him at Abby’s house (Cobb’s ex, with the kid).


“But the sales lady was adamant that leopard print was going to be MASSIVE this Spring…”

Jake finally accepts that enough is enough, and goes back for the paw. Meanwhile, Cobb kills the detective and captures Lydia in her knitting shop, throwing her into a bin and driving her to Abby’s house.

There’s a final showdown, as with most films. All Cobb wants is the final wish. Jake tries to reason with Cobb, telling Cobb that he has always been right, that Jake was never content with his lot in life. He tells Cobb that the paw ruins things and then he utters his final request: “I wish my friend, Tony Cobb, had his soul back!”.

monkey's paw3

“I wish I’d got Aaron Paul’s career as well as his looks!”

Cobb hates this and goes mental, stabbing Lydia and then beating the shit out of Jake. Jake fights back and then, as Cobb goes after his son, he gets a sudden attack of conscience…

The film ends but first we find out what happened to the paw. Let’s just say there’s a lesson to be learned here if your life has been ruined by an supernatural object. Chuck it the fuck away when you’re done – just sayin’.

The End.

The Critique:

I thought this would be more hammer horror-y so it was a nice surprise to have the story brought up to date and set in a modern location. I haven’t seen any of the other film versions of this short story but I was expecting it to be set in the early 1900s. (Look I didn’t research this movie before I watched it, I wanted to go in fresh).

For a film with a low budget, unknown stars and a loose premise, it was quite entertaining. It also had some genuine jumpy moments. There were a lot of murders too, which is exactly what I want from films of this calibre. All in all, I was entertained and happy with what I got.

I won’t mention any stand out performances because they were all okay but there were a few one liners that actually made me howl. Sample: When Cobb appears at the factory late at night (to kill Kevin) and Kevin confronts him about it with the question: “What are you doing here?”, Cobb replies: “Overtime” and bops him on the head. Loolllllllllllll.

The Rating:


3 See No Evil monkeys (with all their limbs attached) out of 5

Pop over to Jillian’s to see what she thought.

All images via Google.