You’ve probably guessed from the complete lack of movie reviews in recent times that I haven’t been to the cinema in ages. Let’s face it – with Netflix, Stan (and yes, even sooky Presto) and the wonderful world of torrents – who the hell needs to?
For some reason, I did.
The Conjuring 2: The Enfield Poltergeist
“Sorry father, take off my what?”
Some pretext: I dismissed this franchise as the usual popular horror jump-scare-and-not-much-else fest that most successful horror movies seem to be, without even viewing it. Then I watched the first one – on my couch, alone, in the dark, with headphones on and slightly drunk (the way I view most scary movies these days). It was an immersive experience that brought feelings of excitement, dread, fear and joy all in one. It was great. I changed my mind about the franchise that instant. The first Conjuring film is good.
Before attending this movie, at the cinema, on opening weekend (a STUPID idea in hindsight), I spent time trying to remember the last time I witnessed a ‘horror’ film in a movie theatre. Continue reading
I’m a big fan of Nick Offerman, who most people know as the indomitable Ron Swanson on TV’s Parks and Recreation. As well as his most famous character I’ve seen and enjoyed his roles of varying length in many films and shows, I’ve read his written material and I genuinely enjoy his outlook on life.
I was a little disappointed upon reading that his wife, Megan Mullally, had cancelled her appearance as one half of their double-billed ‘Summer of 69 – No Apostrophe’ show that was set to tour the country – but hey, Offerman is an established actor with theatre chops who’s toured a host of his own shows around the USA, so I was still keen.
Full Bush is an ode from Offerman to the many, bushy aspects of life that we all share ‑ from the hair in our nether regions to survivalism and the reckless approach to life of a former US President with the same name. While I don’t agree with some of this thoughts on pubic maintenance, and it was also hard to take from a man who is renowned for facial hair but stood before us without any, it’s still a great premise and served as a strong undercurrent to the performance. Continue reading
Like the last few seasons of The Simpsons, a Netflix program being animated doesn’t necessarily qualify it as a comedy. Bojack Horseman, while full of funny moments, edges far closer to drama than comedy half the time.
Coming from a comedian who is as overtly cynical (but still hilarious) as Bill Burr, perhaps I should have expected the same from F is for Family. Watching his stand-up you note that he’s not someone who necessarily hates life but hates what society has become and the way people are, and he’s not shy to admit it. Do you have to know Burr and his take on life to appreciate the show? Not necessarily, but I think it helps. Continue reading
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Sometimes these Netflix reviews won’t be about shows that have been recently released. Hell, sometimes they won’t even be about shows that are exclusive to Netflix.
Garfunkel and Oates falls into both of these categories. Originally broadcast on an American network back in 2014, it was only recently added to the Netflix catalogue (at least in Australia). I’ve seen the duo perform on TV at various Melbourne International Comedy Festival Galas, and they impressed with their combination of serene folk music with clever lyrics, often rife with innuendo, so I was naturally inclined to give it a watch.
My natural instinct with this show is to compare and contrast it with Flight of the Conchords. Is that unfair? Possibly, but they’re both television comedies about folk music duos of a similar age with funny takes on everyday life, and there are so many articles out there calling them the female version of the Kiwi duo (which isn’t an insult, although it’s a little easy), so why not? Because it’s lazy? Bite me. Continue reading
I like Aziz Ansari. I was a fan of his performance as the irritating but amusing Tom Haverford on Parks and Rec and his stand-up specials, available on Netflix, are highly enjoyable. He’s a great comedian for audiences entering their 30’s, and his astute observations on the common themes in that stage in life (settling down, having babies [or not], the mystery of what to do with life, comprehending our ingratitude towards a generation that gave up a lot so that we could be the people we are, AND MORE) resonated with me, but that’s probably because this year I turned 30 and became a dad.
I was unsure what to expect with Master of None. Ansari is a talented comic actor, but it was hard to guess if he’d be a strong enough lead to sustain an entire show.
It’s the tale of Dev, a single man in his early 30’s trying to navigate everyday life in New York while juggling relationships, family, friends and work. Reading that back, it doesn’t sound like anything special, does it? Didn’t Friends have that times six? Continue reading
When I first got Netflix I promised that these reviews would come in thicker and faster thanks to the multitude of movies available to me, but that hasn’t really been the case. I would apologise, but I actually watched some. Perhaps it’s you and your insistence that should apologise to me.
I was also going to do Mad Max, Avengers and Jurassic World, but I’m far too late for any of those now. My bad.
The Promotion (2008)
The extra in the background was longing for a better film to be in.
There’s something about John C Reilly’s friendly-ogre-ish face that I find relaxing, so it wasn’t hard for me to select this film from the list of appalling choices you’re offered on a service such as this. Combine him with Sean William Scott and hey, I figured there would be a laugh or two throughout the 90 minutes. Continue reading
Sam Simmons is an Aussie icon. At the very least he’s the Aussie wingdings font. As myself and a few hundred other patrons made ourselves comfortable in the Chaser’s ‘Giant Dwarf’ studio in Redfern, the man made no attempt to hide himself, strolling back and forth between the sound desk and indoor bar in little more than a bathrobe, doing vocal warm ups at the top of his lungs and greeting people. An air of mystery is hard to cultivate when you’re in plain sight and scantily-clad, but Simmons still achieves it while at the same time looking like a pervy masseuse. Continue reading