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Plane (2023)
Terrible!
Scotsman pilot who is a Canadian and speaks with a Canadian accent! Claims to be ex RAF, says English pilots got the fast jets, laughable. In the UK we refer to each other as British! No one gets discriminated against last of all Scots, as we basically run everything!
Acting in this is beyond retrograde! Did any of them every attend acting school? Or act before in their entire life?!
Music and sound effects are absolutely terrible!
Entire cast seem to have come straight from a special interests group seminar!
Storyline is very predictable. Seen it all before!
It's very corny. The cinematography is crap, the colour is very yellow.
The Dark Knight (2008)
Storyline Without Purpose Other Than to Support Special Effects & Soundtrack!
This is one of the worst films I've ever seen... and there's been a few. It's typical Hollywood... at least modern day Hollywood, where special effects stand in for the absence of narrative, characterisation, and purpose. The story meanders all over the place, the violence & gore rating on the film is "moderate", it's anything but! The violence is off the scales & it's there purely to make up for the total absence of a storyline!
There's no moral message, zero characterisation, no humour content and people die relentlessly throughout the script! And there's no conclusion to the story! You're left feeling like you've wasted 2hours 32 mins of your life. The only redeeming aspect of the film was the soundtrack!
Yes, it's clear kids love the film, although what psychological effect it has on them is questionable. I wouldn't allow my own children anywhere near it! Had these teens grown up in a time before CGI and grotesque violence made up for the lack of script, and in a age where morality and decency would have trumped this promotion of pointless gore and violence, then this film would have got the rating it deserves... 1!
In the Company of Men (1995)
Dineen's Finest On the Wall Documentary takes us into the world of the Welsh Guards
What, you might wonder, was the oddest thing about serving as a soldier in pre-ceasefire Northern Ireland? Attempting to keep the peace in a place you're not wanted? Spending your time guarding the construction of a police station that is costing more to build than the budgets of some regional constabularies, in an area where there is virtually no crime? Spending 24 hours at a time in a trench training a loaded gun on a community where the greatest threat to life and limb appears to be from the prices in the local Spar? No, according to Major Crispin Black of the Welsh Guards, star attraction of In the Company of Men (BBC2), it was "having to wear men's clothing all day and not being able to relax in a little black cocktail dress".
After HMS Brilliant, Paras, and the rest, you wondered if there could be any mileage in yet another in-depth documentary series about the armed forces. You've seen the usual form: chinless officers, drunk men, rude comments about the locals, followed after transmission by spokesmen from the Ministry of Defence fuming publicly about the duplicity of the BBC.
Fortunately, In the Company of Men is not of the usual run. This is because it is a Molly Dineen film. A Bafta- winner with her series about London Zoo, The Ark, Ms Dineen does not set out to subvert. Her purpose is to enjoy. And boy, did she enjoy the Prince of Wales's Company of the Welsh Guards. It helped that she had chosen her cast wisely. Crispin Black, the company commander, and his side-kick Matthew Rees were a double act in uniform, a constant source of gags only just remaining this side of camp: jokes about themselves, about their lack of success with the opposite sex, about their men ("How are you, Sticky?" Rees greeted a soldier on guard duty. "Have you missed me savagely?").
And their biggest gag of all? When Black drove through the bandit country of South Armagh wearing, in an attempt not to draw attention to himself in the way uniform would, bright red trousers, pinstriped shirt and blazer complete with flamboyant pocket handkerchief.
Crispin and Matthew, as we came to know them, were bloody good blokes, Harry Enfield's rugger buggers incarnate. In a reversal of Wellington's comment - about his own soldiers terrifying him, never mind the enemy - Crisp and Matt were so friendly with each other, so friendly with their men and so friendly with the locals, you could imagine them coming across an IRA active-service unit behind a hedge and swapping small-talk about the cut of their uniforms.
More particularly, and this was what made the film, they were on very friendly terms with Molly Dineen. Clearly slack-jawed in her presence, Major Black - a little pucker of the lips here, a raised eye-brow there - flirted constantly. Aware of the power of her lens, Ms Dineen exploited it ruthlessly: not to humiliate her subjects, but to make them all the more entertaining. You could hear her off-camera all the time, dropping coy little questions: "So how do you keep it all going, Crispin?"; or "Did you rig up the light switch yourself, Crispin?"; or "Why are we filming you in your bedroom, Crispin?". They fell for it every time.