It’s Christmas! And, try as we might, we couldn’t quite shoehorn in an article about Cliff Richard movies, so instead, here’s a classic Yuletide tale narrated by one of STS’s very favourite people – the always dour, but never non-festive Werner Herzog.
Sure to keep you awake on Christmas Eve….
Over the past year Slashing The Seats has watched about 8000 movies (and even got round to reviewing a few of them), some good, some bad, some ‘Whip It!’. Last year we wrote a full-on end of year review (at least, i think we did, I spent my NYE drinking whisky and crying under the kitchen table, so anything is possible), but who’s got time for that kind of thing -I’m a busy man!
Instead, here’s your entire 2010 year-in-the-movies-in-review-thing…in under three minutes. Turns out most of the year was narrated by Michael Cira. Oh, you poor, soon to be outmoded hipsters you.
We’re all about convenience round here -you can thank us (and excellent video masher-upper GenRocks) later.
So, looks like Hugh Jackman’s latest ‘Real Steel’ has a trailer then. Jackman will be playing a meatsack who trains giant rock ‘em sock ‘em robots to punch each other’s lights out, eventually facing off against the unstoppable ‘Collosus’. Why is he unstoppable? Well, I can’t imagine it will be anything like the extraordinarily similar short story by Peter F. Hamilton, and turn out that there’s a human brain inside the robot or anything.
We haven’t mentioned much about it, mainly because everything Michael Bay has ever done has been complete and utter wank, but apparently those fucking awful Transformers films did quite well. So well in fact that there’s a third helping of robo-shite about to be heaped onto steaming cinema screens everywhere. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Anyway, here’s the first trailer for Transformers: Dark of the moon, wherein we find out that Hasbro’s favourite son’s (and daughters -can’t forget the fashionably pink Arcee after all) have been lurking about on the moon for years. For some reason…
Unfortunately not a tribute to the late, much lamented Leslie Nielson, this is the new trailer for Mel Gibson’s ucoming nutjobbery The Beaver.
Frankly it’s pretty much Gibson’s perfect role, art reflecting life as a once-loved successful dude goes off the rails. Of course, in real life the erstwhile Mad Max can’t rely on the psychological attentions of a hand puppet with a voice like Ray Winstone (well, he could, but that would be fucking mental).
We haven’t quite decided if this is the best or most ludicrous thing we’ve ever seen (and less ye forget, we’ve seen O.C & Stiggs), but what the hell, we won’t begrudge a washed up alcoholic with anger control issues a fair chance round here – if we did we’d have no staff left.
