This book ruined my life. It's one of the most upsetting, bleak, and realistic things I've ever read. The fact that it was written in 1985 just makes it more upsetting.

An Andy Weir book, but a really enjoyable one.

Andy Weir writes sci-fi for fans of action movies. The same people would like The DaVinci Code, Comic Sans, and Coldplay if someone else hadn't already told them to hate it.

It's enjoyable, but it's nothing more than a shallow page-turner in a spacesuit.

So forgettable I read it twice by accident.

All the tone and energy of Narnia without any of the religious idolatry.

Another that I still think about a lot. A beautiful study of friendships, relationships, and what it is to be human.

Enjoyable read, but so bleak it took me ages to get through it. I had around a two year break in the middle.

Wasn't bad but not really my sort of thing. It did indirectly teach me a lot about how World War One started, though, which was unexpected.

This is an absolutely wonderful trilogy of future fantasy/dystopia novels that I would strongly recommend to anyone with a passing interest in race issues, magic, imbalances of power.

This is a brilliant sci-fi opera that I'm genuinely surprised isn't more popular.

This is a brilliant sci-fi opera that I'm genuinely surprised isn't more popular.

This is a brilliant sci-fi opera that I'm genuinely surprised isn't more popular.

I absolutely loved this book, and I still think about it often. I will accept no other version of a VR future than the one in Snow Crash.

Nope this is not good. It's too long and too stupid and the fight scenes are way too long to the point that they're boring and the dialogue is terrible. The first one was legitimately decent and the rest just aren't worth it. I like the soundtrack though.

If I ever stop loving films like this, just kill me. What's the point in cinema without silly shit like this I mean really.

In my defence I knew what this was going to be and it was it. Utter dogshit but now I'm 1.5 hours older so job done?

God this is awful. I might be an idiot.

I love the nihilistic Luma, and it made me want to dig out and play every Mario game I own. But no. Just no, this isn't what cinema is for, for me.

Solid take on the heist format, but honestly very little in the way of tension. There's never any point in this movie where I wasn't 100% certain that Jason Statham was going to end a load of lives.

More American borderline-war-crime propaganda and attempts to justify the war on drugs. Let it go, folks. You lost. It's entertaining and tense and beautifully constructed but for fuck's sake let it go. I hate films like this. It's dumb action pretending to be highbrow. Let's just not. As a tense shooty circle-jerk it's great, but it has delusions of grandeur. Like when I get drunk and try to write poetry.

If there was an Oscar for arms, though, Josh Brolin surely would've taken it for this. Damn his arms look good in this film. Wish I could be bothered to cultivate forearms like this.

When I'm in the mood to watch a James Bond film, this is actually what I want to watch. But my god it is stupid in places.

Probably the worst film I will ever watch multiple times.

I just don't get films like this. I know why I watched it, but why would you watch this? It's a five minute story dragged out to 1.5 hours, with fancy costumes and fake Olde Englifh accents. I just don't think, as a story, it offers anything worth considering. Maybe I need to read the book. In which case, it's a very long trailer for a book.

Like if Wes Anderson made Fear and Loathing, in India. Such a lovely, meandering mess. Felt a lot longer than one hour thirty, which would usually be an insult, but here it's more of a comment on just how much you can achieve in such a short period of time if you don't preoccupy yourself with things like structure and story. Made me feel like maybe I do get jazz.

It's John Wick with Bob Odenkirk. That's it. That's the pitch. Better than John Wick 3 though.

I honestly think this is just stupid and not good, but it's obscure enough that people are going to be like "ohhh yes it's brilliant such an incredible commentary don't you just love all the metaphors let's talk about them you go first". It's that kind of movie. Either I'm smart and it's stupid, or it's smart and I'm stupid. Either way I didn't enjoy it. Especially the last 25 minutes.

I read a review that said "a small sphere of intellectuals will feel that Kubrick has said something, simply because one expected him to say something". That's a far more concise way of putting it.

Shame as I really thought I'd love it.

Did not see myself liking this but it's a super meta, and self-referential action movie and not in a cheesy, annoying way. I mean it is cheesy but it's not annoying about it.

And weirdly surprisingly strong commentary on adult male friendships, being vulnerable with, and opening up to other men. Didn't expect that. Doesn't even play out in a stupid, homophobic way like literally every other movie that ever approaches the subject. For that, alone, I'd recommend it.

Very stylish, very stupid. My favourite thing about films like this is imagining the actors prancing around in front of a green screen saying stupid-but-very-serious lines and wondering how the hell their career ended up here.

I wasn't into Wes Anderson films until recently, and I'm not sure why.

On watching them recently, many for the first time, I realise that he's one of very few directors who uses every available feature of cinema to tell his story. They're so excessively detailed and beautifully-photographed (almost to the point that they remove you from immersion to marvel ar what you're seeing), but in terms of story they're fairly simple. I think it's a wonderful skill, to tell a simple story in a complex and baroque way without seeming contrived and unnecessary.

Ridiculously beautiful. Unbelievable attention to detail the the characters and set designs. Want to watch it again right now.

Visually it's aged surprisingly well. The rest of it is just kinda...fine? I guess.

Absolutely terrible.

I didn't like this at all.

I feel like I've been kicked in the chest.

Stupid. Funny as shit. Aubrey Plaza.

This is why you shouldn't watch trailers. Was super excited after the trailer but this was a mess. It's a combination of so many different films, nothing interesting happens but it seems like there's really interesting stuff going on all around the story. I don't know who I'd recommend this to.

Perfect.

I watched this film because it's one of those films people watch, but I have absolutely no idea why. I got to the last 20 minutes when things actually start happening and I think the film is trying to be a commentary on the cycle of abuse and manipulation that women suffer in Hollywood (but that's really more than meeting it half way). But it's done in such an opaque and obstructive way, and with characters that are so shallow and unlikeable that I just didn't give a single shit about what ever was going on or being said.

It feels like David Lynch would like to be an enigmatic and subtextual storyteller but I see no evidence of any relevant ability here. Telling an esoteric story in an unclear and obtuse way does not make you Christopher Nolan.

Billy Ray does get punched out, though. That bit was cool. I love Billy Ray but he does have a punchable face.

This is the first Hitchcock film I've ever seen and I absolutely loved it. I must have loved it because the first hour is basically Cary Grant getting unbearably gaslit by every single person he meets, and it almost gave me a panic attack, and I still finished it. I'm so glad I did.

This is a proper storyteller's film. It's a bunch of crazy things happen to a guy and he says "nah fuck this" and does some pretty crazy shit to clear his name. He also wears these bright yellow boxers that I really want, and he stops to have room service press his trousers. And I'm not even mad that they constantly work how handsome Cary Grant is into the dialogue. I enjoyed it that much.

The things I didn't like about this film were:

The sex/romance/whatever the hell that was on the train. I nearly cringed my skin off; it was like watching two coat-racks who hate each other attempt foreplay.

The end. Yeah this film just stops being made and they edit the credits onto it. It's very jarring. I suspect this might be A Hitchcock Thing but I didn't like it that much.

How women were treated at the time this film was made. Yes I know it's hardly a relevant criticism of the film but I think it's important to remember that things are improving, however slowly. The only woman at the CIA basically gets eyes rolled at her for being a reasonable human who isn't happy to let Thornhill be murdered because of their fuckup. And the absolute tirade Roger unleashes on Eve for treating him exactly how he treated her is just so typical. Even now, I suppose. I'd like to think these were intentional hypocrisy but I don't think they were, and it didn't spoil the film for me.

Would definitely watch this, and more Hitchcock, again. Every time I watch a film from the 50s and 60s I say I should watch more.

Many things make me feel old, these days. The Matrix Resurrections made me feel old because The Matrix is no longer an essential film. I think this is how old people feel when things that used to be essential and iconic are no longer so. They say things like "I can't believe you haven't seen Heat" and "why would you listen to Justin Bieber when you could listen to Elvis?" and everyone rolls their eyes and waits for them to stop talking.

This is how The Matrix Resurrections made me feel. Old.

But also The Matrix Resurrections made me feel sad. When the people making a film spend the first quarter of it telling you they really didn't want to make it, and are only making it so some other hack doesn't come along and make it instead, that's just sad.

However, The Matrix Resurrections also made me feel kinda nostalgic. It must be kinda liberating to be able to make a film where anything is plausible. Deus Ex Machina is literally the entire point of this film, and it allowed them to do some pretty cool stuff here. I mean they essentially made the first Matrix film again, and you can tell my opinion is tainted because I know all this and I still enjoyed it. And I love the thought of all the snowflake redpillers getting butthurt that Trinity can fly and Neo can't whilst moaning about the feminist agenda and legal marriage to guns or whatever the fuck else those idiots moan about.

Still, I don't recommend you rush out and watch this. If you haven't already, you're probably not going to, but if someone puts it on, you could probably enjoy it for the effects and the thin topical commentary and laugh at the low-effort ageing they did on Jada.

I had a friend who loves this movie. He's not dead or anything, he just didn't want to be my friend any more. I get it; I think I'm an acquired taste like coffee or anchovies, and some people hate me, and some people are like "if you stick with it for long enough you forget how objectionable it is".

My friend was really unhappy about how his friends had abandoned him, as he abandoned me. That's a false equivalency, of course. He shouldn't be friends with me just because he's sad about losing other friends; that's just how that irony landed with me.

I never really got Wes Anderson films. I didn't hate them, I just didn't see what all the fuss was about. I have watched quite a few of his films recently and I think I get it now. These are not intricate stories, but they're told in such a dense and ridiculously detailed way that it's almost hypnotic. They're visually so beautiful that if the story was any more complex, it'd be redundant.

So anyway I think I've been doing things I know my friend loves because I miss him. I know it's not sustainable but it's helping a bit now. Friendships as an adult are fucked.

This movie reminds me of Death Cab for Cutie and Futurama.

You can't have the good side of love without the bad side. Well, it's not that you can't have it; it just doesn't exist.

You can't make someone into something you feel you need, and if you happen to find someone who fits that, they might not always fit it forever. Holding onto them out of fear of loneliness will eventually make it go stale.

James Acaster said "what if every relationship you were ever in was just the other person discovering they didn't love you as much as they hoped they would?" and I think about that a lot.

I will never understand why they get American actors to affect garbage accents in films like this. I get that big names draw crowds, but why would you want to draw a crowd to laugh at woefully inconsistent accents? If this had been "Ridley Scott directs the story of Maurizio Gucci in Italian, with an all-Italian cast" I would watch and recommend this in a heartbeat. Visually it's beautiful - the clothes, the cars, the photography; it's all lovely. It has good pace (if a little long overall), and is generally a decent movie which is ruined by borderline comedic performances. Shame, really.

And what is Jared Leto's problem? He's the worst of all of them, and he seems to not care how moronic his performances are becoming.

I didn't know this was a Predator movie because apparently I'm a moron. I've never really been into that franchise at all but this is by far the best of the ones I've seen. Visually incredibly stylish (save for a few bits of questionable CGI), and certainly not boring; it's just that I don't enjoy these sorts of films.

Also it should've been filmed in Comanche then subbed to English. That probably would've pushed it to a Like for me. That's a heck of a beautiful language.

God I absolutely hated this. It felt like one of those sorts of films that thinks it's being really smart but it's actually stupid and kinda pointless. A younger version of me might have thought "I'm not smart enough to get this" but the current version of me just thinks it was a waste of time.

I don't think I've seen anything Cronenberg before and I won't be rushing out to see more.

This has been on my list for ages, and I should have watched it sooner. This is my high water mark for zombie films (not counting Zombieland because that's a parody). It's realistic (considering), well acted, good pacing, emotional, funny.

Mental note: watch South Korean films with trains. 2 out of 2 have been brilliant.

I found this plot really woolly, and there's entire portions of the story that are totally irrelevant. I watched this on my bike so I might have just not been paying sufficient attention but I just didn't enjoy it at all.

It's just a teen movie with film grading and a nostalgic soundtrack. And not a very good one. Feels like it jumps around all over the place but actually these kids just have hectic lives. At one point, Alana says she's 28 and I thought "oh good some time passed!" and then she corrected herself to 25.

Pointless, inconsequential cameos do nothing to advance character development or the plot, but I guess they juice up the cast a bit. If you like Sean Penn or Bradley Cooper you are not going to get value for money here.

And I don't care how they try to justify it, the whole Japanese accent bit is completely unnecessary, cheap, and just feels at odds with the atmosphere of the rest of the film. It doesn't give colour to a relevant character or anything like that. It just felt like an excuse to be racist and it almost made me switch the film off.