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Watching this prompted me to recall a recent small domestic moment. We returned from shopping, and I tried one of the delicious looking plums we'd just bought. I was forced to spit it out. The plum, despite looking OK, was rotten to the core. Amityville Moon looks OK right up until you press play, and then, well, it's unfortunately rotten to the core.
How the producers got access to the Amityville name and implied membership to the franchise is beyond me. It certainly wasn't as a consequence of money being splashed around. This movie obviously had a budget just slightly less than what we paid for the plums.
The acting is atrocious, the scares laughable, the production values negligible and the direction directionless. The monster is someone in a hairy suit. The scenes of monster transformation are, in fairness, passable.
There is one scene, perhaps 2/3rds of the way in, when a young woman has her face ripped off. She had obviously been given a sachet of something red to hide in the palm of her hand. Her instructions? Put both hands up to your face and rub until the sachet bursts and continue rubbing the red goo into your face until the scene stops. It is just awful and not in 'good' awful way.
Speaking of goo, the current colloquial term for boxed wine casks among the young here in Australia is goo bag. I would recommend a goo bag to deal with on screen goo. It might eventually help block out the long shot of the monster running, or the stilted dialogue delivery, or the embarrassing pauses as characters recall lines, or the ... I'm certain that you get the idea.
In short, this is an incredibly bad film. I usually include the qualifier that those involved probably didn't set out to intentionally make a bad movie, but this is so conspicuously abominable that they must have known. Perhaps a quick dud for taxation purposes? I don't know. What I do know is that the film finishes with a young woman sobbing on the front steps and I wasn't far from sobbing myself over the time and money I'd wasted in buying and watching this mess.
Oh, the woman mentioned above does the sachet thing again at the end, but tears are intended this time. Her make up runs and for a fleeting moment she actually, and unintentionally, looked scary. She is the heroine of the piece!
How the producers got access to the Amityville name and implied membership to the franchise is beyond me. It certainly wasn't as a consequence of money being splashed around. This movie obviously had a budget just slightly less than what we paid for the plums.
The acting is atrocious, the scares laughable, the production values negligible and the direction directionless. The monster is someone in a hairy suit. The scenes of monster transformation are, in fairness, passable.
There is one scene, perhaps 2/3rds of the way in, when a young woman has her face ripped off. She had obviously been given a sachet of something red to hide in the palm of her hand. Her instructions? Put both hands up to your face and rub until the sachet bursts and continue rubbing the red goo into your face until the scene stops. It is just awful and not in 'good' awful way.
Speaking of goo, the current colloquial term for boxed wine casks among the young here in Australia is goo bag. I would recommend a goo bag to deal with on screen goo. It might eventually help block out the long shot of the monster running, or the stilted dialogue delivery, or the embarrassing pauses as characters recall lines, or the ... I'm certain that you get the idea.
In short, this is an incredibly bad film. I usually include the qualifier that those involved probably didn't set out to intentionally make a bad movie, but this is so conspicuously abominable that they must have known. Perhaps a quick dud for taxation purposes? I don't know. What I do know is that the film finishes with a young woman sobbing on the front steps and I wasn't far from sobbing myself over the time and money I'd wasted in buying and watching this mess.
Oh, the woman mentioned above does the sachet thing again at the end, but tears are intended this time. Her make up runs and for a fleeting moment she actually, and unintentionally, looked scary. She is the heroine of the piece!
An interesting and well informed documentary about Gutenberg's first press and the efforts involved in building a replica.
The researchers have done their best but there are a number of areas where they can only say 'We don't know.' Despite this there is no end of factual material covered.
There is a certain irony, perhaps hypocrisy, in Fry narrating the tale as he has been publicly, and bitterly, critical of Christianity. The Bible is of course what the subject matter has at its core.
Even so Fry is entertaining and presents the researchers' efforts confidently and with a smattering of genuine self-effacing humour.
A very worthwhile watch if you stumble across a copy.
The researchers have done their best but there are a number of areas where they can only say 'We don't know.' Despite this there is no end of factual material covered.
There is a certain irony, perhaps hypocrisy, in Fry narrating the tale as he has been publicly, and bitterly, critical of Christianity. The Bible is of course what the subject matter has at its core.
Even so Fry is entertaining and presents the researchers' efforts confidently and with a smattering of genuine self-effacing humour.
A very worthwhile watch if you stumble across a copy.
Little Kingdom is a slow burn, a really slow burn, and is more romance than war movie. It is though, watchable.
Peter Magat, the director, holds the reigns firmly in hand, in what aspires to be an art house film. Cinematographer, Juraji Chlpik, captures some beautiful moments. Valgeir Sigurdsson, who was responsible for the music deserves special mention. He almost single handedly, through his musical score, creates a central European ambience.
As will happen in movies Cat, a prostitute, attracts the eye of an evil Bar. There is more tension in this turn of events than in the arrival of the secret police. Though the two events are linked.
Like a Doug McClure western, everyone is impeccably dressed. Not a smattering of mud on the soldiers unforms nor a grease stain on clothes of the factory workers. All sparkle in the most incredulous manner.
The actual little kingdom is the mountain village and the secret police who establish its boundaries. And Bar is the king. It also applies to relationships that develop in the movie. Oh, and the various sexual liasons though these are handled descretely.
Dialogue is minimal which is just as well as several cast members fail to create and convey believable characters. Eva, played by actor Alicia Agneson is, for example not really up to the role. The English accents are very English and one is reminded of a Hammer production.
Much of the 'action' takes place within Bars' munitions factory creating the feeling of a filmed play rather than a film in its own right.
Little Kingdom, is a dramatic talkfest, with just a hint of Days of aOur Lives, rather than an action war movie. As already said, it is watchable, enjoyable even, but not a lot actually happens.
Peter Magat, the director, holds the reigns firmly in hand, in what aspires to be an art house film. Cinematographer, Juraji Chlpik, captures some beautiful moments. Valgeir Sigurdsson, who was responsible for the music deserves special mention. He almost single handedly, through his musical score, creates a central European ambience.
As will happen in movies Cat, a prostitute, attracts the eye of an evil Bar. There is more tension in this turn of events than in the arrival of the secret police. Though the two events are linked.
Like a Doug McClure western, everyone is impeccably dressed. Not a smattering of mud on the soldiers unforms nor a grease stain on clothes of the factory workers. All sparkle in the most incredulous manner.
The actual little kingdom is the mountain village and the secret police who establish its boundaries. And Bar is the king. It also applies to relationships that develop in the movie. Oh, and the various sexual liasons though these are handled descretely.
Dialogue is minimal which is just as well as several cast members fail to create and convey believable characters. Eva, played by actor Alicia Agneson is, for example not really up to the role. The English accents are very English and one is reminded of a Hammer production.
Much of the 'action' takes place within Bars' munitions factory creating the feeling of a filmed play rather than a film in its own right.
Little Kingdom, is a dramatic talkfest, with just a hint of Days of aOur Lives, rather than an action war movie. As already said, it is watchable, enjoyable even, but not a lot actually happens.