Category Archives: Movies

Summer Weekend Review: Attack the Block

Sure, September is here, but summer doesn’t end until the 22. So we continue with our late-season Summer Movie Reviews of older films. This one came out in 2011 and its following has only increased since. It features the timely account of people coming together under crisis: not a natural disaster, in this case, but an alien invasion.

It also stars the incoming Doctor.

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Summer Weekend Review: The Island of Lost Souls

“The stubborn beast-flesh creeps back!”
–Dr. Moreau

Our Summer-End Weekend Reviews of older films continue with this 1932 adaptation of H.G. Wells’s The Island of Dr. Moreau, which significantly influenced later SF– and the recently-concluded Orphan Black. Less well-known that Universal’s horror movies of the period, it actually holds up better.1

Indeed, its horrific content earned it a ban in some countries, while other audiences watched a censored version for many decades.

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Summer Review: Wilson

With the summer SF blockbuster season coming to an end, we’re going to deliver some of our Summer Weekend Reviews of older flicks during the final weeks of beaches, sunglasses, and solar eclipse.1. This one isn’t even that old; it hit theaters– fleetingly– in March.

Wilson, based on the Daniel Clowes graphic novel (reviewed here), received a mediocre response from critics and did not find a large audience. It’s not the film of the year, but it’s far better than the popular response suggests.

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Movie Review: Atomic Blonde

The superspy stylishly turns in the fight, shoots, splatters red blood onto the glossed lips of a face on a poster.

I’m sitting in a car with friends I’ve known since the 80s, at the Docks Drive-In, a relic of the Cold War era nestled in the Port Lands, the last seedy waterfront section of Toronto, between the gentrified Harbourfront and the Beaches, and I’m watching a film shaped by the Cold War, 1980s videos, noir cinema, and Hollywood’s desire to set up bigger, sexier, more violent thrills.

As Debbie Harry sang with studied vacuousness, “Your hair is beautiful. Atomic.”

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