by Niall McArdle Here is my final review for Movie Rob’s Genre Grandeur for the month of August on war films. Spoilers for Where Eagles Dare if you have not seen it. Genre Grandeur August Finale – Where Eagles Dare (1968). I won’t be blogging much for a few days, but my one year blogiversary…
I wrote about Peter Weir’s classic Gallipoli (starring a young, pre-batshit crazy Mel Gibson) for MovieRob’s genre grandeur on war films for the month of August. Genre Grandeur – Gallipoli (1981).
During WW2 a nerdy weakling becomes a super soldier and saves the world from Nazi scientists. Seventy years later, he does it again. And he’s still a virgin.
As with much of Banville, there is fine attention to the feel and smell of things; “the sullen, bitter reek” of whiskey; and he has the gift of fully conjuring people, places and events with a few deft strokes.
“Ironclad” is sort of like the banquet at Bunratty Castle, but with more severed limbs.
It seems you can use Pulp Fiction for almost any purpose, so why not use sounds and dialogue to make a dance track. Or this conspiracy-filled dissection of the film: Speaking of universes, do all of his films exist in the same universe? A Tarantinoverse? If you like that, there are other Tarantino mash-ups, like…
A clacking sound accompanies the appearance of each letter on a sheet of paper which slides across your screen as you type, and there’s a satisfying ding! when you hit Return (that’s Enter for all you whippersnappers).
If there is to be an all-female Expendables, it would have to be The Menopausals.