Since I am the Master of Pleasure, I have surely pleased everyone here all at once (except for John). If you’ll look to your left, you’ll see three vicious countdowns, all within days/weeks of one another. I could have uploaded one and then swapped it out, but excess is always in order at the offices of the JLR.
So, you ask, will this just become a lame “widget” countdown blog? Just you wait till I take some pictures of my new toys, smart guy!
Okay, Doomsday has come and gone. Now it’s up to YOU to suggest the next movie for the sidebar countdown clock!
Oh man, Doomsday! I don’t want to spoil anything by saying who’s the king of what, or if someone fights a knight clad in full armor, or anything like that, but I really loved most of it.
If I had any public beef with the flick, and I have no problem airing it after championing the movie pre-release, it would be with the editing style. It’s unfortunately chopped together with some pretty quick-cut moments from a bunch of angles, but I think both of Neil Marshall’s previous flicks (I haven’t seen Combat) were built with some of that, as well, so I can’t say I didn’t expect it.
I generally don’t approve of chicks punching dudes and not breaking their fists and every other bone in their body, but Rhona Mitra is a pretty great badass broad. She looks like maybe, just maybe, in the glimmer of hope’s eye, she could take a straight punch to the face and then make a wiseass remark about it. She can also do this without being like “Oh, hey, what’s up I’m a girl and I’m tough, did you notice?”
Star of the movie outside of Malcolm McDowell (who has had two huge roles in the last year—Halloween and Doomsday—the latter being the better movie): Craig Conway. I could have most definitely used some more time in his king-of-the-cannibals world. His stage show alone kind of blew my mind, and the way that he ended every scene by screaming in exasperated despair was perfect.
It’s 5:14am and I’m completely rambling at this point. After the movie, Pat and I went to a karaoke bar and it was, no joke, borderline professional singer night or something. I eventually did a duet of this Blackstreet song with an absolutely incredible singer.
Let that stew in you for a bit!
In case you haven’t noticed, the sidebar countdown has stopped and it’s DOOMSDAY time! I didn’t get a chance to go on opening day, rendering said countdown momentarily useless, but I’m suiting up tonight with Canaan and hitting Hoboken up for a 90 minute free-for-all that some dipwad critic has already said this about:
Imagine the first serious competition to the Deutsche dummkopf Uwe Boll as “worst director” working today, thanks to this mad and maddening mash-up genre picture.
For the record: people like this? They don’t like movies at all.
subhumanzoids 