They say there are three signs that you're getting older.
- Finding your first grey hair.
- Hanging art in the bathroom.
- Going to a "Teenage" film under the illusion it's going to be good.
This weekend, I've hit all three targets. (If it was at work, my manager would be ecstatic)
Eyebrows
Some classy
and
Stormbreaker
Off I toddled to Cineworld (which is now my local cinema) with the knowledge that; hey, at least
The opening ads should have been a clue. Frosties with that annoying kid. Trailers for The Ant Bully. And then there was the audience. The group of teenagers behind me kept talking all through the trailers. This was to be a sign of
I had thought that a film with so many big names:
And then Jimmy Carr turned up. My god, that man can't act.
Each star, even Bill Nighly to a certain extent, is only playing a brief cameo.
I have no idea how this film will play over the pond. I suspect: badly. Alex sounds like he has either a silver spoon in his mouth, or a rod up his ass. He speaks what is known as "BBC English." This adds to his annoyance factor. And the film appears to be set in that fantasy land called "England" where everyone plays cricket and drinks tea.
Are there any redeeming features? Well, the humour is pretty damn good, if you're into that kind of thing. It's very similar to the slapstick from Shrek 2, or even
And the stunts are excellent looking. This film is supposed to be the most physically taxing ever on a
And it's nice to see
But the script has serious problems. There are large gaping plotholes. The villain's motives are extremely weak, and it's not clear how he could get anyone else to help him execute them, let alone organise his own private army. It's kind of like the adventures of James Bond junior, but not as smart.
They introduce a love interest then completely ignore her for almost the entire movie. I get the feeling that this film got seriously butchered in the editing room. Whether that was to force it into a neat ninety minute slot like the postman forces parcels into my mailbox2, or whether this was to try to salvage what footage they had into a movie, I don't know.
Score: C+ An average movie, dragged up by the humour, physical action pieces and Bill Nighly. The man's a god.
OQ:
Darrius Sayle: 'It reminds me of myself.'
Alex Rider: 'It's 99% water, has no brain and no anus.'
Actually the OQ would have been "SHUT THE FUDGE UP!" followed by the sound of me hitting the teenage monsters behind me, but sadly, I'd left my ned beating cane in the house.
Alan Blunt: "We don't trust him."
Alex Rider: "Why not?"
Alan Blunt: "Well, we don't trust anyone. It's sort of what we do."
1Jack is her character's name!
2 Eh? Eh? Nice metaphor, huh? Well it's copyrighted by me: £1.50 a use. Disclaimer: This film's review may have suffered due to the fact that the film I saw immediately before it (the day before) was Superman Returns. What do you mean: again? Yes again! For the third time. And it's still good!
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