CineRik

Statler: That was terrible!
Waldorf: Boo!
Statler: I hated it!
Waldorf: Ah, it was bad!
Statler: Well, it was pretty poor.
Waldorf: Well, it wasn’t awful…
Statler: Uh, there were parts of it that were OK though.
Waldorf: It could have been a lot worse.
Statler: I didn’t really dislike it.
Waldorf: It was pretty fun.
Statler: It was great.
Waldorf: It was wonderful!
Statler: It was hysterical!
Waldorf: Encore!
Statler: Yay!
Waldorf: Wahoo!

Find out whether it’s cheep Moo-Pet ripoff or Muppet classic here!

Stunning visuals, fascinating acting, arresting brevity, prehistoric attitude towards women.  You can’t have everything, but what you do get here is absolutely worth the effort.  You’ll find my review parked here.

Certainly not the worst entry in the X-Men franchise, but it falters whenever Michael Fassbender is off screen.  I suit up and sign up here.

This wonderful Japanese film mixes whimsy with a heart-wrenching cancer story.  Based on the real life of a science-fiction writer, Taku Mayumura, it is sadly overlong, dragging badly in its third act.  I point out the danger, Will Robinson, here.

TRON: Legacy learns nothing from the original.  It’s still all style and no substance, but when the world’s seen Avatar, that just isn’t enough.  Download my review here.

Barbershop Punk wants you to care about Net Neutrality, and that’s a good thing.  Unfortunately it keeps forgetting this.  I pogo my way to a verdict here.

The chrome cop from the decadent decade still stands up today thanks to Paul Verhoeven’s vicious satire and razor sharp editing.  I rest my case here.

If you’re willing to believe in the cause of Pontypool’s zombie outbreak, this taught thriller will reward you.  It gets a little too weird at the end for its own good (make sure you let the credits roll), but overall this is a well executed addition to the shambling horde genre.  I sink my teeth in here.

Certainly not a great film, this coming of age comedy set in a psych ward still has enough good points to make it worth a look.  The subject matter (teen suicide, mental illness) may be glossed over, but the film looks beautiful and co-star Zack  Galifianakis is surprisingly subtle.  I analyse the film’s problems here.

While the West Wind Drive-In is a little slice of Americana brought back to life, Paul W.S. Anderson completely fails to resuscitate the Resident Evil film franchise with this installment, which manages to be both predictable and nonsensical at the same time.  I perform a full autopsy here.