Royal Rumble Review

 

Royal Rumble

Last night WWE kicked off the traditional road-to-Wrestlemania in style with The Royal Rumble 2016. After the last two Rumble events flopped miserably and caused more of a fan backlash than if Cannibal Corpse dropped an R’n’B album with Lil’ Wayne, WWE knew they simply had to get it right this time. With ratings at an all-time low and most considering the current product had basically become ‘Roman Reigns and friends’. I’m very glad to say that, my initial reaction at least is very positive, and I hugely enjoyed this year’s edition. Now, without further ado, on to the card itself.

McMahon Opening Promo

The show kicked off with a small promo featuring the McMahons, looking all happy because they had this one ‘in the bag’ and nothing could spoil their plans. The segment was, thankfully, very short and did its job relatively well. It reminded us that Mr.McMahon is an evil corporate bellend, in case we’d forgotten after being reminded every week since 1997.

Intercontinental Championship Last Man Standing Match

(C) Dean Ambrose W Vs L Kevin Owens

AMBROSE VS OWENS.jpg

Now this is how to book an opening contest! Ignoring the pre-show (As I often do) this was the official show-starter and it was a wonderful experience from bell to bell and the first major contender for match of the year. These two beat the holy hell out of each other and were continuously inventive and innovative. We had kendo sticks, a broken barracade, tables, chairs and basically everything else that the P.G era of wrestling can get away with. What impressed me most, however, was the storytelling aspect. Wrestling is a primarily story driven business, and quite often that aspect is lost in the match, but not here. Kevin Owens works the crowd like very few before him. I particularly enjoyed the part where, after Owen refused to stay down yet again, Ambrose screamed in frustration, ‘I hate you’, to which Owens responded ‘I hate you too’. Is it particularly complicated and difficult to do? Of course not. Is it done enough during matches these days? No sir, it is not. The art of storytelling in wrestling is becoming, slowly, a lost one. Not with these two. Here we have two future world champions, proving themselves on the opener. This was a fantastic contest, and a magical way to open the show. In the end, Ambrose retains after putting K.O through a painful looking double-table spot on the outside, and everyone can be happy that they just watched a potential instant-classic.

Rating – 4.7

WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP

(C) The New Day W Vs L The Usos

The usos Vs New Day

Next up, it was time to not be sour, and clap your hands for your two-time world tag team champs and feel the powwwwwwweeeeeeer, it was a New Day, yes it was. Sorry, I know that was incredibly lame, but I really like The New Day. They remain firmly entrenched in that strange position of ‘annoying heels we love to cheer for’. Before the contest, we were treated to a thoroughly entertaining segment in which we were invited to mourn the loss of Francesca the trombone, brutally murdered by Chris Jericho’s knee. Suddenly, during the one-minute silence, the sound of a new trombone came blaring over the P.A, and we were introduced to Francesca 2! I have to admit, sadly, that I giggled at this like a naughty child. Do I feel ashamed? Slightly. Either way, the match was a traditional tag team affair, decently executed, with some nice back and forth action. It ended with a great spot, as Big E caught whichever Uso (I honestly find it hard to tell between them) in mid-air, and dropped him with a big ending. The catch was mightily impressive, as our The New Day as a whole, and their run continues.

Final Rating  – 3.9

BRAY WYATT PROMO

‘We are war. We are famine. We are pestilence, and we are death. We slaughtered the beast, and we destroyed your chosen one. The apocalypse begins tonight’

Once again Bray continues to deliver the best promos in the entire company, bar none, and this was no exception. Wouldn’t change a word of it, personally.

US CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

(C) Alberto Del Rio  L  Vs  W  Kalisto  – New Champion Kalisto.

Kalisto

In terms of booking, other than the Rumble itself, this was the most fascinating match on the card. After Kalisto’s mini-push culminated in a shocking U.S Championship win over Del Rio on Raw, WWE seemingly derailed this by having him drop the championship a mere few days later, back to Del Rio, on Smackdown. The rematch was announced for The Rumble, and everybody thought, ‘Well, what now?’. If I were in charge of booking, I’d have had Del Rio retain here, tell Kalisto he’s a nobody, before Kalisto finally has his big moment in front of 100,000 people in Texas at Wrestlemania 32. Instead, we had a fairly entertaining match last night that ended in Kalisto winning back the U.S Championship, meaning the title has changed hands three times in a matter of weeks. This is an example of WWE’s ‘Clusterfucker panic-booking’ and leaves us unsure as to where this story can actually head from here. Overall, a decent match with a few noticeable mistakes by Kalisto that ended in a very questionable booking decision.

Rating – 3.4

DIVAS CHAMPIONSHIP

(C) Charlotte  W  Vs  L  Becky Lynch

Charlotte Vs Lynch

We all feared for the diva’s revolution after the insanely erratic booking of the Summer. Could WWE deliver on their promise to legitimise female wrestling? Could they continue to put the performers across as threats and resist sexist storylines and turning them into jokes? The answer, at the start of this match, seemed a resounding ‘YES!’ as the match was given a big-fight feel with proper in-ring introductions, the type they typically reserve for World Championship matches. The match then proceeded to be really rather good, if never great, as everybody had an eye on the clock knowing The Rumble was on its merry way. Then we had THAT Ric Flair spot that disturbed everyone, before Charlotte wins via shenanigans. The booking was fine, Charlotte should be the bad-girl champion heading into Wrestlemania, but the use of a sixty-plus year old man kissing a competitor to distract her was….worrying. It’s basically sexual assault, and it was played off for laughs. Again, WWE shoots itself in the foot, and again it continues to have a split-personality in terms of the diva’s division. The ending was then saved by Sasha Banks coming out, declaring herself the next challenger to the championship, and the crowd went absolutely mad. Sasha Vs Charlotte is money, and WWE have pulled a master stroke in setting that up early, and in terms saved this contest and caused everyone to temporarily forget the whole casual sexual assault angle.

Overall rating – 4.3

 

THE ROYAL RUMBLE MATCH

(C) Roman Reigns Vs Everybody.

Winner, and new WWE Champion – Triple H

Triple H wins Rumble

 

Finally, FINALLY the WWE has booked a decent Royal Rumble, if ya smell what Trips is cookin’. After the last two Rumbles ended in boos and hatred, and are considered the lowest points in WWE’s recent history, they knew they had to do something different this year. Again, they were pushing Roman Reigns, and having him enter number one, the fans knew they were going to see a lot of him. They had one hope, and one hope alone, that he would not win the contest again. Luckily, for them, he actually didn’t and everybody went home happy. Sort of.

Reigns started off quickly, dispatching number 2 Rusev in prompt fashion. The buzzer hit for number 3, and out came FUCKING A.J STYLES. The crowd went ballistic, and A.J and Reigns had a mini tussle before 4 entered. The match then simmered down and went a bit quiet, with the traditional parade of mid-carders and occasional eliminations of nobodies, until The Wyatts began to take control of the match.

Around this point, Reigns was attacked by McMahon’s cronies, and led out on a stretcher. Everybody collectively groaned. We know he’s going to come back, we’ve seen this story over a thousand times before. All it did was allow the focus to come off of Reigns for a while, as the Wyatt’s dominated everyone….until out come Brock Lesnar. What happened next was pure poetry, and Lesnar basically destroyed anything he came into contact with, eventually eliminating every Wyatt member. Then Bray came out, and we all stopped to consider this dynamic. His family, his helpers, had been eliminated before he even entered the match. What we he do now? Simple, the Royal Rumble is a no D.Q match, remember, so the Wyatts simply came back in and between the four of them they shockingly eliminated Lesnar. This was huge and I was genuinely stunned by Lesnar’s early exit. Bray then dominated for a bit, before Reigns made his triumphant return. The match continued as normal, then number 30 hit….AND OUT CAME TRIPLE H. Safe to say, the crowd went absolutely bonkers for the returning Game, as very few of them would have thought the WWE had the balls to pull this off. The rumble continued, everybody was eliminated, before Trips shockingly threw out Reigns and came down to a one on one with Dean Ambrose.

Now, considering Ambrose had been in a hellatious last man standing match earlier, the amount of time he spent in the rumble match means he deserves a special mention for his efforts. However, he’d come up short, as The Game would capture his 14th World Heavyweight Championship. Now, a lot of people are pissed at this, for pretty obvious reasons. Trips has a long history of politicking his way to titles, and rewarding himself at this point over the younger talent could be considered another ego boost. Now, when we remember that he’s gone seven years without holding this championship, and that this move is to further a storyline as opposed to performing his usual self-fellatio, I think we can excuse it. Besides, at least it wasn’t Roman, right? RIGHT?

Final Rating – 4.9/5

So the 2016 Royal Rumble has been and gone. We had some great moments, like The Last Man Standing Match, and at least two iconic moments (The Game returns to win the championship, A.J Styles debut), and every match on the card was good to great. The Divas match could have done without the whole sexual assault angle, but we can’t win them all. For the first time in three years I’d wholeheartedly recommend this event to a friend, and I actually think, as a structured match, The Rumble was the best since Austin’s win in 2001. Does the fact that Triple H won reiterate the idea that WWE is failing to build new megastars and have to continuously rely on part-timers? Perhaps. I’d be more convinced if half the roster wasn’t unfortunately injured. Overall, a great show, and a damn fine way to kick off 2016. Bray Wyatt came out looking like a beast again. And, considering the unfortunate passing of Motorhead’s Lemmy, seeing ‘The Game’ blasting over the P.A as Trips raises the belt was a nice tribute, if you look at it that way.

Overall Show Rating – 4.4

 

Joshua Moulinie.

A Beautiful Death (A Short Story)

I knew her well, The Mountain, or at least as well as any man could ever know a  beast of such magnificence and mystique. The Mountain, that was all the name I ever  felt necessary with which to dub Her. Who was I, a mere mortal, to bestow a title  upon something that was my superior? I am a mere peasant, and She, She is an  illustrious Queen, towering high among all lucky enough to lay eyes upon her. Other  men, they tried to saddle Her with titles. With names. They claimed to know Her, like  I knew Her. They did not, and they could not. To them, she was just a mountain. To me,  she was everything.

My adulation and obsession dated back to my childhood, a time so long ago that  most memories of this period in time have long since deserted me. I first climbed  Her, alongside my father, at the age of twelve. I was the youngest, father said,  proudly, to have ever achieved this glorious endeavour, to his knowledge at least.      Once a year, from twelve onwards, without fail, me and my father would drive from  our little cottage by the coast, kissing Mumma goodbye. She would always have a  tear in her eye, and every year would say to my father, just low enough so she could  believe I could not hear;   ‘You take care of him Frank. You take care of him well. Should anything happen  under your watch, to me you will answer.’ And with that, inevitably, he would take her  by the hand and look deep into her beautiful blue eyes, eyes as a blue and as  glistening as Sapphire.   ‘My darling Fiona, I would give my own life before even considering the risking of  his,’ he would reply, before kissing her tenderly. ‘Should anything happen to our boy,  I would take my own life before I return without him.’

That year was the sixteenth year of my life, and on the day we traveled to see Her,  those words of my father, said merely to comfort my mother in her time of duress,  would go on to haunt me for the rest of my earthly days. That year, we started at the  base of the mountain, as one does. You could not exactly start at the top now, could  you? That would be quite preposterous. After making sure our rucksacks were  appropriately stacked; with food, stoves, water, and, of course, plenty of coffee for  energy, we set off on our voyage. Our voyage to Her, the fair maiden to whom both  our hearts I will always believe truly belonged.

Traditionally we followed a beaten path, a path that, despite being covered with a  fresh blanket of knee high snow (on a good year) every year without fail, remained  easy enough to find once one knew where to look. You see, the path was beautiful  marble, carved into the mountainside, its true origins a mystery to all. Many had their  theories, many had their ideas, but nobody knew for sure. Some say an an old tribe  of men from years yonder were responsible, working well beyond their suspected  means and plausibility. Others say more supernatural forces were at work. I, for one,  believe speculation to be a waste of time and thought, and as such, I remain happily  ignorant to the nature of the path. All I care for, or cared for at the time, at least, was  the small signpost that marked its beginning, but whose meaning I never quite  comprehended.

PAST HERE LIES HER LIES. STICK TO THE PATH.   

Until that day, I had always adhered to these strict and unambiguous instructions. That day, however, I failed. That day, I deviated from the oft-trodden path, and, on that day, it cost me everything . I was following the track at first. Until this year, my father had always led the way, his bright-orange bobble hat a striking beacon in the dense fog that always coagulated atop Her.

That day, however, he had fallen behind. He was older now, and father time had  robbed from him his speed and previous athleticism. Now, I tore away from him, until behind me not even the fluorescent beacon of his hat could be spotted in the distance. I could only presume he had stopped to rest, and I  had failed to hear him yell out to me. I looked back head, deciding that he would surely catch me in his own sweet time, and then in my peripheral I caught a sight. I saw Her.

Not The Mountain, no, not that Her, but a different Her. Perhaps she was the living  embodiment of the mountain itself. She was young, no more than ten, and despite  the deep biting cold, she wore nothing but a flimsy nightgown and her feet were  bare. Also, despite the deep and dense fog, she was clearly visible, and ghastly  pale. One could go as far as to say she shone, brightly and truly, against the dark  grey. It was then I noticed the other figure, a mere ten yards away from her. In the fog,  it was hard to make out any distinguishing figures, save for two. Firstly, the figure  appeared to be, like the girl, barefooted, as their was no telltale black at the bottom  of his trousers.  Secondly, on his head, he wore a bright orange beanie.

My father staggered towards the girl, his arms outstretched. At least I believe that to  be so, through the fog it was hard to tell for certain. I yelled out to him, ‘Father!’, at  the top of my lungs, but he paid me no attention whatsoever. I went to run towards  him, but some force, some darker fear, held me back, and I was powerless to help. I  could only stare, my mouth open, eyes wide in shock, as he walked closer to Her…  Closer…. Until, finally, just as he reached Her, and they held their arms outstretched towards one another, he took a few steps towards Her, seemed to move through Her, as though she were not there, and finally, he toppled out of sight.

It took my mind a moment to register to what it had just bared
witness, but then, reality sunk in. My father had fallen to his death, and I was alone,  trapped on the mountain.

It was then that she turned to me, and despite the distance between us, which must  have been at least a hundred yards, Her eyes appeared to be right before me. It  was as if they had such a depth to them, such unfathomable infinity of size, that they  could physically leave Her body, and move of their own accord. I tried to resist, tried  to look away, but it was to no avail. She had me under Her spell, as I disappeared  into those eyes, and a soft  music began to play from nowhere, the type of music one  would expect on the beaches of the cabana, and I could hear the lapsing of water  against grains of sand.

‘Come to me,’ She called softly, ‘Come to me, and leave your worries behind’. I  could not resist, and as I walked towards Her, the tundra white landscape around me  seemingly dissolved away, and the snow became sand, and the world became a  beach. I felt the sun lash down upon my face, not too hot, as a cool breeze appeared  to be in the air also. I was in paradise. I could see the sand beneath my feet, and I  longed to feel it. Without stopping to consider my actions, I removed my shoes and  socks. I dipped my bare feet into the warm, flowing sand, and felt it marvellously cascade between my toes. I looked up, at Her, and she beckoned me towards the sea.

As I reached the water’s edge, and stood next to Her, my mind tried desperately,  one last time, to trick me out of my new­found happiness. ​It’s a trick, you fool! , it  frantically screamed, as loud as it could, ​She means you harm, not pleasure ​. Of course, I  knew better. Why would She? I had known Her all my life, and She had never done a  thing to foul me. So I looked into her eyes, and I smiled deeply. She smiled back, a  genuine, beautiful smile. The kind of smile that, just for a moment, shuts everything  else down, and puts the world into perspective. I took Her hand, and I walked in to  the water.

Falling. That was all I could feel. Did it last several seconds? It must have. Gravity  acts quick upon mass, and rarely does a fall take a long time. I had just enough  time to think quick and sporadic thoughts. I had time to mourn my father. Time to  worry about my mother’s future, and how this would affect her. Mostly though, I was  focused on my designated fate. Death. ​Why not here?, thought I, with the last thoughts I  would ever think, ​I couldn’t think of a more beautiful death.

 

Written by Joshua Moulinie,
Bream, Forest of Dean,
18/01/2016

Five Fingers Of Death (1972) – A Retrospective Review

5 fingers of death

Director – Chang-Hwa Chung

Writer – Chiang Yang

Starring – Lo Lieh

Also released under the title King Boxer, The Five Fingers of Death is a martial arts classic, selected by Quentin Tarantino as his eleventh favourite film of all time.

And it certainly deserves that accolade. This film has all the ferocity of a dragon; the spontaneous unpredictability of thunder. The narrative writhes and thunders, and, like a superior martial artist, always delivers the blows where you don’t expect them.

The film is set during a period leading up to a decisive martial arts tournament between the most prestigious schools of the province. Afraid that one of the more tyrannical schools will win and use their power to oppress the masses, an honourable master sends his best pupil, Chao Chih-Hao (Lo Lieh) to study under another master, in the hopes that he will be imparted the sacred techniques of The Iron Fist that will certify his victory, even if that does mean leaving his sweetheart Ying-Ying (Wang Ping) behind.

As he progresses, Chih-Hao is confronted with the savage rivalries between the various martial arts schools, and even internecine feuds within the schools themselves. There is the evil Master Meng (Tien Feng) with his false air of incorruptible nobility; a quartet of vicious Japanese fighters, terrifying with their unruly dark hair and tiger-like aggression – amongst countless other pugilists, all varying degrees of unscrupulous, immoral, adept or reverend.

Amidst all this fighting and duplicity – (which gives the film a feel somewhat similar to Kurosawa’s Yojimbo, or the Spaghetti Westerns of Sergio Leone) – Chih-Hao stands out as a subtle beacon of sincerity. Compared to the distinguished and sometimes macabre appearances of his opponents, Chih-Hao looks plain and unobtrusive, which only adds to the shocking severity of his strength.

The fight scenes in this film are nothing less than incredible. You feel every blow, every impact, all of them fresh and unforeseen. The editing and cinematography creatively and adeptly bring all of these sequences to life, making you feel like an astonished bystander, if not a direct participant. Most of the violence is bloodless- but when death blows are dealt, it is unflinching and shocking in its choice of coup d’état. Chih-Hao says little and does not need to – saying everything he needs to with his combative skill and bulbous, inscrutable eyes.  The acting itself is faultless, relaxed, sober yet intense, comedy, brutality, sentimentality, and jaw-dropping drama fluidly interchanging with one another.

The music itself is iconic, and many of you will recognize its usage from Kill Bill Volume 1.

Watch this movie. If you’re not stunned and beaten bloody by its ungraspable brilliance, then I’m afraid you’ve been soundly defeated.

Final Rating5

 

 

Written by Reuben F.Tourettes.

Royal Rumble 2016 Predictions

Royal Rumble

It’s that time of year again. The time when Wrestlemania season rolls around, huge stars return and the WWE hype machine kicks up a gear. It’s the road to Wrestlemania, the WWE’s superbowl, and, considering this year they’re aiming to draw in over 100,000 fans into the Cowboy’s stadium in Dallas Texas, you’d like to imagine they have something big up their corporate sleeves.

As a youngster I have fond memories of the Royal Rumble event, and each year would wait with baited anticipation. Not only was it the uniqueness of the marquee match, the 30-man Royal Rumble match, but the fact that it meant Wrestlemania was on it’s way, that kept a young me captivated. However, the last two Rumble events have been, for a lack of a better term, a catastrophe. During the height of Daniel Bryan’s previously unfathomable levels of popularity, he was the red-hot fan’s favourite heading into the 2014 event. Unfortunately, with the return of Batista, WWE had apparently telegraphed the winner.

The match rolled around, and the crowd appeared in a lull, as though they were in a state of constant indifference to everybody who wasn’t Bryan. Then, number 30’s music hits, and Rey Mysterio comes out, and the reaction I will never forget. Realising that Bryan not only wasn’t going to win the match, but in fact was not involved in the contest at all, the crowd mercilessly turned on the remaining wrestlers and boo’d the house down. The results were uncomfortable to watch, as every superstar was mercilessly torn apart, regardless of how popular they were heading into the event. Safe to say, it was a colossal failure, and WWE eventually rectified it by adding Bryan to the main event of Wrestlemania 30, and giving him his long deserved moment.

Fast-forward to 2015. Roman Reigns is the hot-favourite for the rumble, after becoming quite apparent as the WWE’s new ‘chosen one’. The fans may have reluctantly accepted it, but the WWE would make a fatal error. After being on the shelf for seven months following an injury, ‘The Yes Man’ Daniel Bryan made his triumphant return to WWE programming, and was quickly announced as a participant in the match. Once again the fans were entirely behind Bryan, and despite knowing that Reigns was the likely victor, they could at least hope for a strong showing from their favourite and perhaps an unikely victory. Instead they got neither, as Bryan was unceremoniously tossed out early like he were a common jobber. Again the crowd turned, and again they mercilessly tore the show apart. This time even The Rock, the genuine Hollywood megastar and one of the biggest names in the history of the product, couldn’t escape their wrath. His priceless expression as they boo’d him will live in immortality. So, it goes without saying that WWE hopes that 2016 will be a more successful event. And, with that said, and the exposition out the way, let’s get on with the predictions.

 

PRE-SHOW MATCH
FATAL-FOUR WAY TAG TEAM MATCH:

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Darren Young/Damien Sandow Vs The Ascension Vs The Dudley Boyz Vs Mark Henry/Jack Swagger

This is also known as the ‘who really cares match’. Seriously, it’s hard as an aspiring journalist to say anything witty or particularly interesting about this match. The winner(s) receive spots in the Royal Rumble match later in the evening, meaning the contest isn’t entirely pointless, but then we know that there is not a single chance of any of these eight men walking into Wrestlemania 32 as the WWE Championship. With that being said, smart booking would be to put one of the two teams that are not traditional tag teams in the Rumble, as an established singles star at least has seemingly more chance of winning the event than part of a tag team double act. So, logically, I’d pick the team of Swagger and Henry, as both are high enough up the mid-card to not be a complete waste of a Rumble spot. I have just enough faith in WWE to believe that’s the direction they would head in as well.

Who I would Book To Win ?Mark Henry and Jack Swagger

Who I Think Will Win?Mark Henry and Jack Swagger

 

WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

The usos Vs New Day

(C) The New Day  Vs  The Usos

This should be a pretty fun and energetic way to kick off the main show for the evening, showcasing the latest chapter in the long-running rivarly between easily the two most over tag teams in the WWE, or in New Day’s case most over stable, as they are technically a triumvate. Either way, they’re deep into their second reign as champions and have a guaranteed slot on Television every week, meaning that WWE clearly has high stock held in them and they are highly thought of. Considering that, and that The Usos have been champions before, and that them winning again would hardly be boring or the end of the world, but not exactly fresh either, it’s a safe bet that The New Day continue this dominant spree. That being said, The Usos remain incredibly popular with the live audience, so them taking home the titles is certainly not out of the question. To put it in simple terms, the WWE cannot lose with the booking of this match, but, as The New Day’s reign has been so successful and entertaining, one would assume they have earned the right to head into ‘Mania as champions.

Who I Would Book To Win?The New Day

Who I Think Will Win?The New Day

 

DIVAS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Charlotte Vs Lynch

(C) Charlotte Vs Becky Lynch

When the Divas revolution first launched last Summer I must say I was fully behind it. Finally, the legitimacy that women’s sport had accumalated amongst the general public in recent years would come to WWE. No longer would women’s matches be an excuse to take a shit, and now we could enjoy talented female athletes in proper rivalries and women’s wrestling would be legit again! Unfortunately, it didn’t quite pan out that way. To save you time, because the failure of the Diva’s revolution could be an article to itself, the booking was the definition of a clusterfuck, and only a handful of divas came out looking impressive. The rest were, sadly, quickly forgotten. So, here we are, several months down the line. Paige is the finest tweener in the company, Charlotte has emerged as the top heel, and Becky Lynch is slowly becoming a popular face. Problem is, Charlotte’s reign is still very young, and ‘Mania would be a more appropriate spot for her to lose the strap. If I was a betting man, I’d say she drops it to Bayley. Either way, it certainly won’t be at the Rumble, and it won’t be to Becky Lynch, though Lynch will undoubtedly one day have her turn.

Who I Would Book To Win?Charlotte

Who I think will win?Charlotte

 

US CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Del Rio Vs Kalisto

(C) Alberto Del Rio  Vs  Kalisto

This is a storyline that sits perched on a knife-edge, and, depending on subsequent booking, could make or break both superstars who are involved. Kalisto comes off the back of a year in which he rose meteorically, winning over the WWE audience via his athleticism and ring mastery, and seemingly beginning to become a huge star. Del Rio, on the other hand, is an undoubtedly talented technician with all the tools to be a star, who for some reason just doesn’t quite seem to connect with the WWE audience. Recently, on an episode of RAW, Kalisto shocked the world when he captured the U.S Championship from Del Rio, his first single’s title in the company. The move created a genuine buzz, and a lot of people seemed really happy and excited. Then, a mere two days later, Del Rio took it back. The internet lost it’s collective shit and began to tear the WWE apart from what seemed like a very random and illogical move. I, however, believe that was a hasty reaction on the fan’s behalf.. This could be the part of a bigger story. Imagine if Del Rio writes Kalisto’s win on RAW off as a fluke, saying he put it right in the rematch. Imagine if, at the Royal Rumble, Kalisto comes within an inch of a victory, only for Del Rio to cheat and steal the match. He could then claim that Kalisto was never in his league, and this would eventually lead to a championship contest between the two, at Wrestlemania 32. Not only would this create a huge moment and draw for the Latino demographic, but it could also be a wonderful ‘Wrestlemania moment’ to see Kalisto holding the gold in front of 100,000 screaming fans.

Who I Would Book To WinAlberto Del Rio
Who I Think Will WinAlberto Del Rio

 

INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP LAST MAN STANDING MATCH

AMBROSE VS OWENS

(C) Dean Ambrose  Vs  Kevin Owens

This is one of the harder matches on the card to call, and for good reason. In Kevin Owens and Dean Ambrose you have two wrestlers who are unarguably among the most popular in the company, and who have both held the coveted Interconinental Championship in 2015. This fued has never been exactly great, and neither has it been particularly poor. It feels simply like waiting, as though both have bigger things in store for Wrestlemania. If I was in charge, knowing that both need to come out looking strong, I’d herald back to the 2004 Rumble event and the iconic last man standing match between Shawn Michaels and Triple H for the World Heavyweight Championship. That match ended in a draw, as neither man was capable of making the ten count. That’s what I’d do here, as it leaves both competitors looking strong and can allow for a memorable twenty minute war in which both continue to solidify themselves as future stars. As for what will happen? I think Dean goes over here.

Who I Would Book To Win?DRAW (Neither man makes it to their feet in time)

Who I Think Will Win?Dean Ambrose

 

WWE CHAMPIONSHIP ROYAL RUMBLE MATCH

Royal Rumble

(C) Roman Reigns  Vs  Everybody?

For the second time in history, the WWE Championship is on the line in the Royal Rumble match. The difference this time however, is that their will be a defending champion, and he will enter first. Now, let’s get the obvious out the way here. WWE is continuing to push Reigns strong, and that isn’t going to end anytime soon. I hate it, I’m sure you hate it, everybody hates it, but that’s the way it is. Reigns will still be in the match when number 30 hits. To paraphrase him, you can believe that. But, I’m hopeful (perhaps naively) that WWE will not make the same mistake for a third year in a row. I am pretty sure a new champion is crowned, and that’s the entire reason for the Rumble set-up. Against 29 other challengers, Roman doesn’t lose any ‘cred’ with the fans for the loss. He can go onto Wrestlemania 32 as challenger where I believe he will beat the winner of the Rumble in the main event to finally be solidified as the new ‘man’. Will it be the destructive beast and odds-on favourite Brock Lesnar? Will it be Bray Wyatt, who’s been pushed as a credible threat on T.V recently? I think not. My pick is a returning Triple H. You heard it here first. Personally I’d go with Wyatt and allow two young stars to compete in the main event at ‘Mania, and ending a long-term and pretty decent feud. I just can’t see it, and think all signs point to ‘Trips Vs Reigns.

Who I Would Book To Win?Bray Wyatt
Who I Think Will Win It?Triple H

 

Joshua Moulinie,
23/01/2015

Star Wars:A Fanbase re-awakens

STARWARS

Once upon a time, in a Galaxy far, far away, known as Hollywood, a little known fan of old pulp-fiction named George Lucas had himself a little dream. After several re-writes, many studios picking it up and dropping it again, and having to jump through an incredible amount of industry hoops, Star Wars was finally released upon the unsuspecting audience in 1977. Safe to say it went on to become a resounding success, revolutionising the film industry and amazing audiences in a way that had simply never been done before. This was the dawn of the blockbuster, the beginnings of high-concept cinema, and thus a legacy and a cultural phenomenon was born. I’m not going to bore you by talking about what Star Wars meant to the industry any further. It’s been covered a thousand times by a thousand writers before myself, and I could not possibly add anything else to the discussion that is not already there. Safe to say, the original trilogy was a resounding success, and changed the course of cinematic history forever.

Fast forward twenty one years, and the world waited with anticipation and held-breath for the second-coming of Star Wars. A Phantom Menace was set to be released to the baying public. Unfortunately, they ate it alive. It was hated for being everything that the originals were not. Gone were the wonderful practical effects, replaced instead by eye-fucking CGI. Gone were the lovable and well-written comic relief characters, instead we got Jar-Jar Binks. Safe to say, the prequels were pretty unanimously hated, and, though you may find that occasional guy, deep in the back of the bar, hidden away in the shadows, who may whisper ‘Was it that bad?’, before covering his ears from the en-suing nerd rage,that guy is a rarity. The prequels were, from a cinematic viewpoint, horrendous films, and justifably hated. Stars Wars as we all knew and loved it appeared dead in the water. That was, of course, until Disney stepped in.

Once the Lucasfilm/Disney deal was complete, we salivated in anticipation. Star Wars was coming back! And no more shoddily made prequels, either. We were getting brand new episodes. The Saga would continue. To excuse the pun, there was A New Hope, and that hope was called The Disney Corporation. With J.J Abrams set to helm Episode 7, which would eventually become A Force Awakens, things looked positive. Regardless of your views on him as a storyteller, it’s impossible to deny that what he did to the Star Trek franchise was phenomenal in terms of re-awakening fans desires to see further adventures. Now, whether the quality of Into Darkness (2014)  matched the undeniable enjoyably Star Trek (2009) is entirely up for debate. What Abrams did though, undeniably, was craft a fine movie from a pre-existing franchise and bring it to a modern audience. It stood to reason that he would do the same with The Force Awakens which is, arguably, the most anticipated movie of all time.

And he delivered. Removing the fanboy elements, removing one’s personal opinion on what makes a good ‘Star Wars Movie’, Abram’s delivered. The film was, technically speaking, absolutely brilliant. We got action set-pieces that again featured practical effect as opposed to CGI, which of course was noticeably deployed in places but was generally sparce. We got new characters, new stories, new possibilities. The cinematography, editing and directing was near-perfect, and most of the actors put in a fine performance. We got a genuinely interesting villain Kylo Ren, brilliantly portrayed by Adam Driver, and we even saw the return of a few fan favourites. It also goes without saying that Williams’ iconic score was again absolutely on point. Simply put, under all the pressure in the Galaxy, Abram’s delivered a fantastic return to the series that once brought both critical acclaim, currently holding a very healthy 8.4 rating on IMDB. It has also become the third most successful film of all time, bringing in a whopping $1.8 billion worldwide as of writing. I, as a pretentious idoliser of the likes of Von Trier and Lynch, was shocked at how good a film it really was. It all looked so good, and then it happened. The inevitable fan-base backlash.

The first issue that seemed to annoy the devout fans, at least that I became aware of, was that they felt as though this was simply a reboot, as opposed to a sequel. That the story felt less like a new chapter in an engoing and idolised saga, but rather a re-telling of the film that kicked it all off. I must confess that, to a certain extent, these parallels are in fact noticeable and that this is not an argument without any merit, more a misguided one, and one easily debated. The idea that a protagonist begins in a deserted landscape, living as an orphan, before becoming embroiled in a large quest during which they learn that they are something special and then fulfill their destiny. Sound familiar?

Now, this happened to Luke in the first film, and the parallels between him and Rey are relatively easy to make. Both live on an isolated and dangerous desert planet. Both are orphans. Both become embroiled in a large story and come to the knowledge that they have a greater destiny. This seems like a solid argument, until you remember that this is effectively the storyline to almost every adventure film ever made. Superman was an orphan deserted on a foreign planet with great powers who eventually learns he has an important destiny. In fact, the orphan theory is derived traditionally from the constructs of storytelling laid out by Todorov in his writings years ago. Todorov identified that the orphan was a common character trait, and this formula has been used throughout storytelling history, from page to screen.

‘But wait!’ I hear you scream ‘What about the Han’s death? That’s clearly ripping off the Obi-Wan death from A New Hope!’. True, it is, but again, important characters being killed off in order to drive both narrative and character development are again not exclusive to Star Wars. Back only as far as 2008, we saw how Rachel Dawes death was the catalyst from Harvey Dent’s descent into madness in Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight. In fact, Han’s position in the story again links back to Todorov and his narrative theory. In A New Hope, Obi-Wan’s job was ‘The Dispatcher’. Another prime example of a dispatcher in contemporary cinema/literature would be Gandalf from The Lord of The Rings. The Dispatcher’s job is simple; they tell the primary protagonist of their destiny, and send them on their way.

Quite often they also die, in order to drive the protagonist’s story and send them on course with their destiny. Like Gandalf’s ‘death’ spurs Frodo on to dedicate himself to reaching Mordor, Obi-Wan’s death in A New Hope spurs Luke on to confront his own destiny, and forces him on. So, in The Force Awakens, Han Solo is not ‘playing Obi-Wan’, he is simply fulfilling the dispatcher role, and that, my dear readers, are why there are so many similarities between the stories. Because all traditionally told tales of destiny are told this way, and almost all pan out in the same direction. It is an age-old technique that will never die, and now you are aware of it, you will start seeing it over and over again, in almost everything you ever watch. Sorry guys!

‘But wait, OK, I’ll buy that,’ I hear you yell, getting closer and closer to your laptop/phone screen, ‘but what about the fucking Star Killer? Come on man, that’s a lazy death star knock-off.’ Well, dear active reader, I do hear you, and I give you that. There are two major arguments to that though, and both are relatively simple. The first is that, within the narrative set out by J.J himself, it stands to reason that The New Order would want to prove their dedication to The Empire by building a super-weapon of their own. The Death Star was The Empire’s crowning achievement, why would they not want to have their own, in order to prove that they are capable of matching their legacy? The simple answer is that they would. So that argument for me holds little weight. Sorry guys, no ifs, buts, or coconuts. The second argument in terms of this leads me nicely into my next and last point, the fact that poor J.J could never win.

Yes, you heard. He was fighting a losing battle here from the start. The problem is that with something as culturally important as Star Wars, everybody gets their own idea of what film they want to see. They spend months speculating over small details, connecting dots in their own minds as to how the story goes, and how they would like to see it as a fan, and then when the version that’s been running in their mind is not what runs upon the screen, they are naturally disheartened, and thus they begin to slander the film. The problem is, of course, that the writer/director cannot possibly create over a million individual films to suit the needs of all. Oh, and to those slating the screenplay? What did you expect? The script is hardly Academy Award quality, but it’s certainly not Attack of The Clones Bad. ‘I hate sand, its coarse and it gets everywhere’. In comparison to lines such as those, The Force Awakens may as well have been Othello.

They have to try and please as many people as possible, and that means they will inevitably fail to please many. The prequels spent too much time on politics? They’re shit. The Force Awakens doesn’t talk about politics enough? They’re shit. The prequels showed us new planets we didn’t care about? They’re shit. The new films show us everything we’ve seen before? They’re shit.  Abrams never had a chance to please everybody, so he tried his best to simply make the very best film he could, and pray to whichever deity has watched George Lucas’ ass all these years that things would work out O.K for him, and luckily, they have in the majority. The point of this article was not to slate you die-hard fans in anyway, in case that came across. Without you this franchise would not be the billion dollar juggernaut it is, and you undoubtedly have a right to your opinion. What I’m saying is this; Please, if you are one of the five people worldwide who hasn’t seen it yet, when you see it for the first time, leave your mind empty. Don’t make up your own film. Let the film tell you the story it wants to tell you, and judge it on it’s merits as a piece of art/entertainment, and not simply how many of your personal boxes it ticked. It is a fine piece of Blockbuster cinema, and commands your respect.

Joshua Moulinie

 

 

 

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest (1975) – A Retrospective Review

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Director – Milos Forman

Writer – Laurence Hauben, Bo Goldman

Starring – Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher

 

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s nest is considered, by many, an elite film. It sits at a lofty height on the I.M.D.B’s top 250 (Incidentally the inspiration that led me to finally watch it), is widely spoken of in many discussions of ‘the greatest films ever made’, and holds an incredible record, as only one of three films in the history of cinema, alongside The Silence of The Lambs ( Demme, 1991) and  It Happened One Night (Capra, 1934) to sweep the Academy Awards main categories. It is safe to say that in the eyes of the general public, and the Academy themselves, this is a very special film. Somehow, despite my years of a cinephile and obsession with cinema, I’d never sat through it as a whole. That is, until now.

What quickly became apparent to me as an observer , is that is no visual masterpiece. The cinematography and the editing are both very simple, yet remain relatively effective. Forman never stops to worry too much about ‘the perfect shot’ or immaculate framing, and thus, as a visual piece, it is a very difficult film to rate. Let us not forget, of course, that film in its dawn was a strictly visual medium, before evolving into a beautiful merger of music and imagery, before eventually introducing dialogue into the equation. As such, one can have the greatest screenplay in the world, but if your visual elements are boring, does any of it really matter? Of course it does. However, striking visuals can elevate a film to true greatness, and perhaps it’s telling that the one Academy Award Cuckoo’s Nest did not pick up was cinematography. Now, this is a minor gripe, and simply me attempting to bring a balance to this review, as the rest is going to be exceedingly positive.

The film is driven, as the awards lavished out would suggest, by the two central performances. Jack Nicholson , as recidivist anarchistic figure Randle ‘Mac’ McMurphy, who in his desperate desire to avoid the work-farm, or to alter his behaviour, has himself declared clinically insane and sectioned. What Mac didn’t account for, was the steely and domineering figure of Louise Fletcher’s Nurse Ratchet. Mac quickly discovers that life isn’t the breezy scenario he envisaged in the mental instituion, as Nurse Ratchet employs dirty tactics such as humiliation and a forced mind-numbingly boring routine, in order to suppress and pacify the patients. Mac, being the Paul Newman-esque figure he is, quickly goes to war with Ratchet, and a fascinating battle of wills and determination breaks out that is delightful to revel in.

The two actors bounce off one-another extraordinarily, with Fletcher’s cold, calm and calculated showing as Ratchet a perfect juxtaposition to Nicholson’s agent of chaos and destruction, Mac. Whilst there is a lot more going on throughout the film than simply a showdown between two people, that is the central drive. That is what makes this film so fascinating and endearing. Mac continuously tries to drive his fellow inmates out of a state of docileness, trying to bring life back to them. Ratchet however, tries everything in her power to keep a sense of order and calmness. The two are the complete antithesis of one another as characters, but crucially, are the two most alike characters in the entire film, and it is there that the genius truly lies. Batman and The Joker have existed as the iconic comic-book rivalry all these years because whilst the characters outwardly appear to be the opposite of one another, under closer inspection we realise they are two sides of the same coin. The same can be said here, and in turn we get one of cinema’s fascinating duels, as the two battle for the soul of the inmates. I won’t tell you how it pants out, but I must say the ending is truly one of American cinema’s finest moments.

In fact, if one asked me to summarise Cuckoo’s Nest as a piece, in one sentence, I’d refer it thus; ‘ A good film of magnificent moments’. I think the two hour run-time is a bit generous, and the film could have been cut down, but this is less a continuously brilliant piece of art, more a series of fantastic moments. In particular the iconic scene when Mac, after being denied the right to view the World Series, merely pretends to view it instead. Not only does this moment magically define his character as a rebel that will allow literally nothing to prevent him getting his own way, but it is also a moment of true happiness for his fellow inmates and a small victory over the rigid authoritarian figure of Nurse Ratchet. This is a balanced film, however, and every small victory and moment of triumph is quickly balanced by a swift punishment, and Forman pulls no punches in this regards. In particularly, I am not ashamed to admit I had a tear in my eye during the final scene between Chief and Mac.

It’s a testament to the brilliant writing that this moment hits home, as Hauben and Goldman paint a beautiful portrait of friendship between Chief and Mac with Chief having not said an entire word the entire time. By the time the final scene hits, you firmly believe in the respect and admiration they have for one another, and it is an emotional sucker punch. Of course, the writing between Mac and Ratchet is equally brilliant, and as a whole I’d say this is a fantastic screenplay. Most importantly of all, the ‘nuts’ are all endearing, likable, and never once do they feel like they are their as comic-relief or fodder. Everybody has a purpose, nobody is the butt of anybody’s joke.

Cuckoo’s Nest is in general a great film, that at times feels weighted down a bit by it’s run length, and sometimes can appear as a series of magical moments as opposed to a beautiful running work of art. Nicholson puts in an electric performance (although he still can’t quite shake his ‘I’m always Jack Nicholson’) shtick, and I’m not sure if I’d have handed him best actor personally, but it is nevertheless an engrossing and captivating performance. I was more impressed by Fletcher’s turn as Nurse Ratchett, as her ice-queen matriarch act was pitch-perfect and wholeheartedly believable. Forman pulls of a great, if not magical directing job, and the score is relatively memorable, if never particularly excellent. This is not one of the greatest films of all time, far from it, but it is a great one nevertheless.

FINAL SCORE – 4.4

 

Joshua Moulinie

THE COMPLETE SCORES

This page will be an on-going, continuously edited piece in which I present every film that has thus received a full review on the site, the name of the author of said review, and the score the film received.

THE FILMS:

  • 12 Angry Men (Sidney Lumet, 1957) – 4.9/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • 10 Cloverfield Lane (Dan Trachtenberg, 2016) – 4.3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • 21 Jump Street (Phil Lord/Christopher Miller, 2012) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • 22 Jump Street (Phil Lord/Christopher Miller, 2014) – 4.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • 36th Chamber of Shaoilin (Liu Chia, 1978) – 4.5/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • 400 Days (Matt Osterman, 2015), – 3.4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Absolutely Anything (Terry Jones, 2015) – 3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie
  • American History X (Tony Kanye, 1998) – 3.6/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Anomalisa (Charlie Kaufman, Duke Johnson, 2015) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Area 51 (Oren Peli, 2015) – 2.8/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Batman V Superman:Dawn of Justice (Zak Snyder, 2016) – 4.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Bedevilled (Jang Cheol-Soo, 2010) – 4.5/5 (Joshua Moulinie)
  • Birdman:(Or) The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance  (Alejandro Iñárritu, 2014) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • Buried (Rodrigo Cortes, 2010) – 3.9/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Casablanca (Michael Curti, 1947) – 4.9/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Cinema Paradiso (Giueseppe Tortanatore, 1988) – 4.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • City Lights (Charlie Chaplin, 1931) – 4.3/9 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • City Of God ( Meirelles/Lund, 2002) – 4.4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Come Drink With Me (King Hu, 1966) – 4.3/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • Crimson Peak (Guilermo Del Toro, 2015) – 3.3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon: Sword of Destiny (Yuen Woon-Ping, 2015) – 3.7/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Deadpool (Tom Miller, 2016) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
    El Topo (Alejandro Jodorwosky, 1970) – 4.6/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Everybody Wants Some (Richard Linklater, 2016) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Exists (Eduardo Sanchez, 2014) – 3.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Five Fingers of Death (Chang-hwa Chung, 1972) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • Four Lions (Chris Morris, 2010) – 4.3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Goosebumps (Rob Letterman, 2015) – 3.4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Hell and Back (Tom Gianas/Ross Shuman, 2015) – 3.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • High Rise (Ben Wheatley, 2016) – 4.7/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Hush (Mike Flanagan, 2016) – 4.6/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • In Another Country (Hon Sang-Soo, 2012) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes.)
  • Inside Llewelyn Davis (The Coen Brothers, 2013) – 3.2/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • In the Mouth of Madness (John Carpenter, 1995) – 4.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • It’s a Wonderful Life (Frank Capra, 1946) – 4.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Kung Fu Panda 3 (Jennifer Yuh Nelson, Alessandro Carloni, 2016) – 3.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Leon:The Professional (Luc Besson, 1995) – 4.7/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Look Who’s Back (David Wnednt, 2015) – 4.6/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Modern Times (Charlie Chaplin, 1936) – 4.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Monsters (Gareth Edwards, 2010) – 4.8/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • One Armed Swordsman (Chang Cheh, 1967) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • Once Upon A Time in The West (Sergio Leonne, 1968) – 4.9/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest (Milos Forman, 1975) – 4.4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Paths of Glory (Stanley Kubrick, 1957) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Playing With Dolls (Rene Perez, 2016) – 1/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Prince of Darkness (John Carpenter, 1987) – 3.3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Rear Window (Alfred Hitchcock, 1954) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Rebirth (Karl Mueller, 2016) – 2.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Robot and Frank (Jack Schreier, 2012) – 4.6/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Seven (David Fincher, 1995) – 4.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Seven Years in Tibet (Jean-Jacques Annaud) – 4.4/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • Silent Hill:Revelations (Michael J.Bassett, 2012) – 2.7/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Southbound (Radio Silence et al, 2016) – 3.8/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Space Cop (Jay Bauman/Mike Stoklasa, 2016) – 3.9/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Special Correspondants (Ricky Gervais, 2016) – 3.7/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Starry Eyes (Kevin Kolsch, Dennis Widmeyer, 2014) – 4.4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Suicide Squad (David Ayer, 2016) – 3.2/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Adjustment Bureau (George Nolfi, 2013) – 4.7/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • The Boxer From Shantung (Chang Cheh, 1972) – 4.7/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • The Day He Arrives (Hong Sang-Soo, 2011) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • The Forest (Jason Zada, 2016) – 3.1/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Great Dictator (Charlie Chaplin, 1940) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Green Inferno (Eli Roth, 2013) – 3.8/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Hateful Eight (Quentin Tarantino, 2015) – 3.7/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Last Witch Hunter (Breck Eisner, 2015) – 3.1/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Legend of Barney Thomson (Robert Carlye, 2015) – 4.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Lives of Others (Florian Henckel Von Dommersmack, 2006) – 4.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Man With The Iron Fists (RZA, 2012) – Unrated (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • The Pianist (Roman Polanski, 2002) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (Norman Z.Mcleod, 1947) – 4.7/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • The Revenant (Alejandro Iñárritu, 2015) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Ridiculous Six (Frank Coraci, 2015) – 2.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Tenant (Roman Polanski, 1976) – 4.8/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Veil (Phil Janou, 2016) – 3.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • The Witch:A New England Folktale (Robert Eggers, 2015) – 5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Two Years at Sea (Ben Rivers, 2011) – Unrated (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • The Yellow Sea (Na Hong-Jin, 2010) – 3.5/5 (Reviewed by Reuben F.Tourettes)
  • Troll Hunter (André Øvredal, 2010) – 4/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Unfriended (Leo Gabriadze, 2015) – 4.3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Victor Frankenstein (Paul McGuigan, 2015) – 3/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • Visions (Kevin Greutert, 2015) – 3.8/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)
  • World War Z (Matt Forster, 2013) – 2.5/5 (Reviewed by Joshua Moulinie)