Produced by actors Gael Garcia Bernal and Diego Luna (“Y Tu Mama Tambien”), this sharp Mexican thriller focuses on two troubled teens, who attempt an impossible rebellion against the adult world and embark on a revolt against everything and everyone. This leads them to an accidental new intimacy and discovery of their sexuality, a bond that both unites and confuses them. But with the police and their parents in hot pursuit, will their actions have major consequences?
2008 – Certificate: 15 – Mexican Film
Rating Details: Strong language, sex and moderate violence
6.0 out of 10
I’ve been vegan for nearly 25 years. This probably makes me a better person than you mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually and anyotherlly. But it’s just a fact of life; don’t let it worry you too much. Throughout this time I’ve drunk soya milk. I’ve not been an especially big fan of the stuff, but it works okay in tea. It’s not something that I choose to drink on its own or put on cereal, although some of the flavoured types are okay. I’ve tried most of the other plant milks too, such as almond, pea, oat, rice and cashew; most of these (with the exception of the rice one which is really nice but very watery) cost more and taste worse. However, as part of one of my recent visits to M&S to spend the vouchers I’d won, (which have sadly all been spent now), I purchased a couple of cartons of soya milk. Nothing very odd about that, except this was the fresh type, not the UHT treated version I normally drink. I bought it out of curiosity; I’ve never actually tried any before as it’s so much more pricey than the UHT stuff. And wow, it’s like a totally different drink. It actually tastes really nice, is really creamy and totally yummy. I’ve since tried a different brand and although it tasted a bit different, it was still really good. Unfortunately, this now means I’ve developed a bit of an expensive, ‘real’ soya milk fetish. I hope it’s not illegal. Perhaps I should try injecting it? Like most films, this one has some illegal things in it. (Are there many that don’t?)
This is a Mexican film. For those of you that don’t know where Mexico is, it’s the part of the US that’s got a decent football team and its entire population is employed picking all the oranges everyone eats. If you’re Mexican, the police will also take you home from work each day, which helps cut down on commuting expenses. This is one of those movies that the overview tends to big up somewhat. “..an impossible rebellion against the adult world and embark on a revolt against everything and everyone.”? I’ll just translate… “…two youngsters that spend most of their time camping on the roof of one of their homes and spying on their parents getting pissed off because they think they’ve gone missing; and then going down and taking food and drink when no one is in, a fact that seems to go entirely unnoticed.” There, I think you’ll find that’s a lot more accurate. The boy, Román, is immensely annoying. His female sidekick, Maru, isn’t much better. They come across as selfish, clueless and nihilistic in that way that only those with sufficient money can afford to be, with an idea of what they want to do but no real plan of how to do it. I guess that’s exactly what they were meant to be, but it didn’t stop me wanting to give them a good shake and tell them to wise up. I’m afraid there just weren’t enough SMART targets for me. I find when I’m busy smashing the system, it’s helpful to have some Gantt charts and regular appraisals of my performance to help my forward planning in relation to overthrowing The Man. But that’s just me.
There is a great deal of music used in the film, although most of it tends to blend into the background and get on with doing its stuff there. There is one tune that’s used a number of times (and towards the end of the trailer) that’s really quite a decent tune. For some inexplicable reason, the overlong trailer uses a PiL song which has no other connection to the film. But then again, do we really need an excuse to hear John Lydon?
Recommended for slightly corrupt and/or self-aggrandising politicians, and kids of ‘absent’ parents with loads of money.
No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.
Top badass moment? These days young people don’t rebel. They’re more interested in finding out about pension schemes and getting pissed off because they can’t afford a mortgage until they reach the age of 60; assuming they can even get a job. I blame it on dull indie rock; Mogadon music for the masses. Román and Maru may have been immensity irritating but at least they were trying. Youth rebellion is always badass.
In the hit sci-fi thriller “The Philadelphia Experiment” the sole survivor of a wartime experiment is catapulted 41 years into the future and must race to save the world as we know it. It’s now 10 years later, 1993. David Herdeg (Brad Johnson), the surviving hero, has built a life for himself and his young son that’s unravelling fast. The U.S. military is conducting another Experiment, one that not only alters Herdeg’s DNA makeup, but also threatens the fabric of the entire universe. The Experiment’s goal is to transport a Stealth Fighter back to 1943 to use as the ultimate war machine, but its effect hurls Herdeg into another time warp, still 1993, but a 1993 where Germany has won the war. Can Herdeg win the race against time and save his son and the world from a terrible future? Or will the future be a twisted reality distorted by the Philadelphia Experiment?
1993 – Certificate: PG-13 – American Film
Rating Details: Military violence
6.0 out of 10
Who actually shops in Marks and Spencer, unless they want a new bra or a pair of socks? It’s like a John Lewis, except with all the interesting stuff removed. For a start, it only sells a limited range of household things, none of which anyone would need; unless you feel owning a big, weirdly shaped glass jar full of ‘interestingly’ coloured marbles is essential. Or a pastel coloured cushion with tassels on it rates as highly for you as food, shelter and safety. Then there’s the Food Hall. These huge caverns are full of food nobody really buys. True, it’s all very nice and tasty looking, but it’s also all eye-wateringly expensive, pre-pealed, pre-prepared, over-packaged and marketed as over-valued ‘superfood’. I don’t know why M&S doesn’t just take that find step and pre-digest it for you too and sell that instead. In fact, just send it your money and save yourself from even having to bothering to do the shopping in the first place. The branch I went to, near Southampton, has its entrance 5m from a huge Sainsbury; why does an M&S Food Hall even exist there? A small, plastic bowl-like container full of cherry tomatoes on the vine, asparagus tips and rocket, costs about a million pounds. (Whatever happened to lumps of cucumber, lettuce and grated carrot?) At the sort of prices it charges, I’d expect the rocket to be a fully functioning space shuttle, complete with crew. Just before Christmas I won £500 of Marks and Spencer vouchers in a competition. Unable to use them online, (and what’s the point of vouchers these days you can’t use online), I finally plucked up courage last week to go into an M&S store and use them. It was a scary experience. I had no idea how to behave. I was convinced I’d get arrested for breaking some sort of social code of conduct, only known to people who have large jars of marbles in their bathrooms. I was served by four people all at the same time, who insisted on wrapping everything up in millions of layers of paper to ‘protect’ it. Do I look that clumsy? What did they think I was going to do with it all? I’m now the proud owner of the most expense set of pans it sells, two kitchen knives that actually cut, some glasses that match one another and a set of chopping boards that aren’t home to most of the world’s infectious diseases. (And being the system-smashing rebel I am, I’m presently using the blue one that’s got the fish symbol on it, even though I don’t ever eat fish.) I’ve also spent the last week or so living on strawberries, cherries, nectarines and ‘speciality’ apples. My body thinks it’s been irrigated with bleach, such is the purity of my insides now. I did manage to find some packets of pasta hiding away in the corner of the store, but the rice defied my best efforts to locate it anywhere. This film is about someone who finds himself somewhere he’s not used to being.
The Philadelphia Experiment was an interesting, if horrendously dated-looking film that came out in 1984. Nine years later we got the sequel. In many ways this is a better film, although it still manages to look terrible dated. It’s portrayal of an America 50 years after the Nazis won World War Two is really quite nicely presented. Very Orwellian. I was interested to see that the concrete HQ ‘bunker’ that features in the film looks a lot like many of the new stations on the Jubilee Line in London. The sight of a Nighthawk ‘stealth fighter’ decked out in swastikas makes a suitably big impression on the senses. A few elements in the film reminded me of The Terminator too. All the father-son-baseball nonsense at the beginning was a bit nauseating, but once we got past this it was a decent enough movie. Gerrit Graham puts in a good show as the slightly mad Dr. William Mailer. Sadly, the sum of its parts is not up to its individual elements; it feels like a film that ought to be better than it actually is.
The soundtrack is a decent effort, with a mixture of what you’d expect, along with a bit of cowboy music and some suitably overwrought Richard Wagner.
Recommended for Nazis, slightly mad scientists, pilots and baseball fans.
No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.
Top badass moment? David kills Mailer’s father, which results in some time-based shenanigans and Mailer disappearing, thus solving a number of tricky challenges. I often do something quite similar myself, which makes it badass. I can never understand why people have to complicate life so much. If you don’t like something, just go back in time and try again. It’s not rocket science.