My most recent movie viewings have been all about the action. First up, the excitingly titled Bloodfist:
Shoddy acting and atrocious editing abound in this zero-budget, Corman-produced knockoff of Bloodsport. But there’s a lot of charm here, even if unintentional (the foley artist must have been taking the piss), and the fight choreography is decent enough to keep the pulse racing to the end.
Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters is better than it has any right to be, but still:
An irreverent twist on an old classic, with a wisely direct plot and some nifty action sequences to boot, ultimately disappoints as it leans on damsel-in-distress cliché. What’s the point in having Gemma Arterton around if she doesn’t get to kick ass? Let’s have some of that in the inevitable sequel, please.
And I finally got around to seeing 2011’s Rise of the Planet of the Apes:
It’s hard to ignore the ropey CGI, which constantly breaks suspension of disbelief. However, the film as a whole works much better than I’d feared, more an excoriation of human idiocy than a nightmare of ape domination. Better off with Caesar in charge than any of the morons chasing him and his kind.