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Grand Drive's See the Morning In Currently halfway through the new Grand Drive album. It's a fine record, but possibly too similar to their last, the wonderful True Love and High Adventure. That was such a huge leap forwards from their first, Road Music (itself a damn fine album), that my expectations for the new one were probably unrealistically high. That said, I have little doubt that it'll keep growing on me. Will post more on each of these later in the week.
Do not, under any circumstances, pay money to watch My Little Eye. It's completely lacking in any of the qualities that characterise good horror films - most noticably, there's an absolute lack of suspense throughout. The identity of the bad guy is telegraphed through after roughly twenty minutes. Characters are impossible to empathise with, their personalities being nothing more than thinly-drawn sketches. The film lacks a coherent start point, instead throwing you straight into the middle of the story and asking you to accept that six months have already passed (despite the actors involved playing it like they've only just met each other). It throws as many horror flick cliches as possible into the mix, then forgets to include any original material. There aren't even any seat-jump moments, which, considering that a director doesn't really need any great skill to pull these off, only goes to show how lacking in talent Marc Evans must be. There is one disturbing moment, but it's disturbing for all the wrong reasons. As anyone who's seen at least a couple of teen slasher flicks will know, there's always one sexually-promiscuous female in the group who, as misogynistic morals dictate, must be shown to die in a peculiarly violent way. Smith's direction of this (wholly unnecessary) scene borders on gleeful. I have no desire to ever watch another of his efforts. |
Losing the fight against mediocrity for the last few years. | ||
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