Honestly, I don't mind campy cult films, but this was so out-of-this-world bad I only made it about thirty minutes in before I has to just turn it off. WAAAAAY too over the top for me. Just.... no. 1/5
Officer Downe on Netflix
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Saturday, May 20, 2017
Officer Downe
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
A Fighting Man
An innovative drama that employs a shifting chronology to great effect. I don't think I've seen one like it. 3.5/5
A Fighting Man on Netflix
A Fighting Man on Netflix
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Goon
This is exactly the movie you expect, no more, no less. The cast is quite good, the plot mediocre, the action solid. 3/5
Goon on Netflix
Goon on Netflix
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Resident Evil: Afterlife
I know not to expect much from a ResEvil joint, but fuck me that was terrible. 2 stars, begrudgingly
Followup: The ONLY reason it gets 2 stars is Milla and Ali are frigging awesome and I'd watch them read the paper. In my imagination, they are sitting on chairs with spiked legs, reading a newspaper while bouncing up and down. The spikes on the chair legs are digging deep into Paul W.S. Anderson's flesh with every bounce.
And they're naked. But I mean, of course they are. And it's raining. Wait, newspapers? No. Weatherproof field manuals for the weapons leaning against the small stone wall behind them.
I'll stop now.
Resident Evil: Afterlife at Netflix
Followup: The ONLY reason it gets 2 stars is Milla and Ali are frigging awesome and I'd watch them read the paper. In my imagination, they are sitting on chairs with spiked legs, reading a newspaper while bouncing up and down. The spikes on the chair legs are digging deep into Paul W.S. Anderson's flesh with every bounce.
And they're naked. But I mean, of course they are. And it's raining. Wait, newspapers? No. Weatherproof field manuals for the weapons leaning against the small stone wall behind them.
I'll stop now.
Resident Evil: Afterlife at Netflix
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