Okay, so I don't know what started off the whole trilogy thing. Maybe it was the Godfather, or the Dollars trilogy. Answers vary, some even dating as far back as Boris Karloff's stint as Frankenstein in Frankenstein(1931), Bride of Frankenstein(1935), and Son of Frankenstein(1939). I couldn't say for sure, of course - I haven't seen enough films to say for certain, and even if I had my opinion is a drop in the film-review ocean - but what I do know is this:
I utterly hate them.
Showing posts with label Edgar Wright. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edgar Wright. Show all posts
Friday, 6 December 2013
Monday, 10 December 2012
Seeing the Sights
Okay, so yesterday I went to the cinema, on the basis that there are so many good movies out there right now I had to go see at least one of them. I am, for the most part, a fan of British indie film, peeling away from the greedy Hollywood corporations and making movies they want to watch. Edgar Wright is a man who captures this truly British filmmaking spirit well, particularly in his latest offering, Sightseers.
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Alice Lowe,
Ben Wheatley,
Camping,
Caravan,
Dogs,
Edgar Wright,
England,
Film,
Holiday,
Murder,
Museum,
Psychopath,
Steve Oram,
Trams
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