Film Review: Atomic Blonde

The blonde’s name is Lorraine Broughton, although in the watching I’m not sure this detail fully permeated. In fact, may of the details are best left unheeded. Charlize Theron dominates the grungy bubble gum eighties aesthetic in such a visually affecting way that it’s best not to ask too many questions, just let her do…

Film Review: John Wick

Mr Wick is grieving. He’s grieving for the loss of a good woman. More specifically, he is mourning for his wife. John is struggling to cope in her absence, as he passes his days in their magnificent minimalist home. His life is as barren and empty as the restrained architectural minimalism of his surroundings. It…

Film Review: Baby Driver

I’ll admit it: I’m a big Edgar Wright fan. I think the main reason to be an Edgar Wright fan is that he’s one of those most rarefied of creatures, an auteur film director who is still fun. The former seems to quickly quash any possibility of the latter. Edgar’s visual ideas are always playful…

Film Review: Iron Fist

Kicks might not easily be likened to lace curtains, the one doesn’t easily relate to the other. It’s a slightly confusing contrast. This contract could be used comedically to create a pithy one liner, such as: “Your kicks are like lace curtains, light weight and stylistic questionable.” – Oo burn! But something the comparison doesn’t…