Week 2 and my beard is pissing me off to no end. I like my face not covered in itchy hair bitsicles. Guh! Now I'm afraid things are a little busy this week, my lovely readers, so this'll be a speedy review; let's get started.
This week's review is looking at Intacto, an early film of Juan Carlos Fresnadillo, the director of one of the few truly, honestly, and unforgettably abysmal sequels ever made: 28 Weeks Later. Frankly, I was not expecting much; and if it turned out to be OK, I wasn't hoping for any more than an absolutely average movie. I'll be straight up and say that, surprisingly, that wasn't the case; it was slightly above average.
|It's the hobnob of movies. Better than a digestive, but still not covered in sweet, sweet chocolate.|
|For some reason this involves smearing yourself with treacle and putting bugs on your head.|
|Yes, it's lucky to survive, but it wasn't very lucky to be in a plane crash in the first place. Jeez.|
|I'm not sure what it says about the whole film when the best scene is of people running at trees with their face.|
|Case in point.|
|And yes, of course there's a game of Russian roulette.|
The "V" -
It appears to be trying to make some sort of statement, but gets too caught up in its own style to say anything at all. At least it's fun though.