Memories, remembrances, reflections and retrospection, recalled without originality, innovation, imagination and ingenuity, leading to repetition, duplication, restatement & replication - but most importantly of all it's dull, boring, tedious and dreary.
...so when they're taken away, gradually erased, relationships are regressed and decayed, we become a stranger to ourselves, how should those around us behave? A deep and thoughtful piece on premature loss and disconnection encapsulated through two beautiful performances.
A hearing girl in a deaf family, restricted by her dynamic, silenced by her surroundings with potential and passion attenuated, battles to be heard but oh what a song she finally sings - absolutely outstanding, with some of the finest, most sincere and most genuine performances you'll find. Take it to your heart and let it dwell.
The days of a pole dancer become increasingly unpredictable as pimps, hoods, punters and a new found pal distract and demand beyond reason. Outstanding performances bring to life a Twitter fuelled fable, great direction too.
A tale of those lost in perpetual transition, left in the dark, isolated and alone, as the dehumanising process of asylum seeking is dissected with great humour, empathy, sorrow and loss - outstanding!
... leaves a mark but it's painful and grey as Raiders of the Amazon Pirates leaves you under no illusion of the unoriginality delivered by a pair of mercenary leads whose green screen effects fail miserably.
A frightening, gruesome and irregular interpretation of the 'place we call home' conjuring a reaction to the parasites that seek to inadvertently destroy it. Phenomenal performances, sound editing and direction.
...beware of those exhibiting tendencies associated with excessive consumption of Psilocybin or you may find yourself drawn into a mycelium world of animated mould, mushrooms, fungi and toadstools! There are better examples of the apocalypse that awaits.
... but lived in a real world, in reality, where unsupported collapse, distraction, deviation and despair far too often rule the roost. An outstanding and convincing performance by Claude Crawford, held high through incredible cinematography and sound that carries you into a fracture as visible, visceral and raw as any you'll come across.
You'll wish to reincarnate, reverse, rewind, reject and regurgitate the decision that brought you here as a woeful pantomime of typically more successful films, although by no means all, are perpetually reconstructed, reconstrued, reconditioned and rubbished.
An uncommon sequel success that matches the originals pulse and raises it some too. With banging performances, smashing special effects and a story that has plenty of wallop to build on for the future, this is well worth finding the courage for and tuning in to - you wont be disappointed.
... and that's just the basis for the bizarre events you'll encounter but also good advice for anyone brave enough to tackle the multiverse probabilities of every decision they've ever made and their associated repercussions, consequences, causes and effects - every single one of them, alongside everyone else and their pathways of possibilities.
Chaos and confusion reign as the world of a troubled man caves in, self destructs and obliterates, leaving the audience equally challenged and quite often awkward and uncomfortable - which is exactly as intended you suspect. Outstanding lead from Ben Wishaw.
A rare diversion for Marge Simpson as she joins a monochrome ensemble, as irritating as scarlet pimples, while going through the process of conjuring a major disappointment, especially after all the publicity and hype.
... or Raiders of the Resident Evil Dead Alien Predator Underworlds - whatever it is, originality isn't one of them, but some things are worth resurrection, reanimation and resuscitation and the ziger and zedusa were zuperb.
A familiar tale, that replays, reinstalls and updates, primarily for improvement on the past but inconsistently as successful as previous incarnations, especially the climax - which is a blue screen of death, a fatal exception, time to power down, reset and start again.
Far from pure, but don't let that contain you or hold you in, as this story of a woman reawakening in a cryogenic capsule with the breathable air rapidly depleting will have you pinned to your seat throughout, unable to escape, while conjuring a plethora of finales, endings and conclusions - any number of which quite plausible, however...
A genuinely honest, brave and contemporary tale of a bi-polar father escaping the confines of societal expectations alongside his young trans son. Great performances, great scenery, candid and incredibly heartfelt - well worth exploring.
... and that shape can be pretty much whatever you want it to be which, depending on your interpretation, might be as hot as a kettle or as cold as ice, a sinker or a floater, completely cloudy and obscure or gin crystal clear. Beautiful performances all round, elegantly performed, imaginative and, in my view, water worth testing, if for no other reason than to test yourself..
Many a true word said in jest in this jest packed production that successfully parodies a host of familial, social and technological scenarios and nails them with aplomb. You'll recognise something in all the characters that you're familiar with in the analogue, some traits a little closer to home than you might like, but take it on the chin, smile and embrace what you really can be - before it's too late and the machines try and take it from you.
Catastrophically chaotic, cobbled and as dull as dishwater - what a waste of great talent as a wholly unoriginal, irrelevant and out of touch tale of yesteryear flails and drowns in its own juices - glug glug glug.