Men eh? We're never happier than when we're drinking beer, looking at breasts and scratching ourselves in front of the television. This may indeed be the case, but I also enjoy other things, musicals, soap operas, and I have to admit I've shed a tear or two at some emotional moments in film and telly. However, it's good to be in touch with your masculine side every now and again, so thank god for John Rambo!
That's right, Stallone continues his one-man mission to make sequels to his biggest films (Stop! Or My Mom'll Shoot 2 is said to be in the pipeline.) with the fourth Rambo film. And it's a beauty! Moving to the Burmese jungle, and opening with some fairly disturbing footage of the Burmese civil war, the film does appear to have a serious message buried underneath all the deliriously over-the-top action sequences. I've always advocated First Blood as a genuinely brilliant film, and Rambo returns to the theme of countries turning their back on the men they train to kill. Stallone said that he wanted to up his game in the wake of films like Saving Private Ryan and by god he does it, with some severely bloody and in a couple of cases, distressing scenes. One scene features children being bayoneted, whilst the film climaxes with a massive action sequence which sees Rambo cut a guys head off, gut another man and use a massive gattling gun. It's an interesting shift in tone, but I suppose the bayoneting is there to show just how brutal the Burmese are. Still, it is Rambo so maybe we shouldn't look at it in depth, but you feel helluva manly on your way out the cinema, I had to go for a couple of pints afterwards...cos I'm a man ken?
Another thing caught my eye this Sunday, which blurs the boundaries between what men and women are supposed to enjoy. Traditionally, women love the Jeremy Kyle's and Ricki Lake's of this world, but The Steve Wilkos Show is bizarre. Wilkos is an ex-marine and bodyguard from Jerry Springers show, and now has his own show where he doles out
advice or in the case of Sundays episode, confronts a paedophile...on stage...for 45 minutes. It's like they've given Vic Mackey from The Shield his own chat show...I mean just look at him!
Quick word on the Oscars, and I was very happy to see No Country beat Atonement, because quite frankly, I'm sick to fucking death hearing about it. And Daniel Day Lewis is another very worthy winner. I was interested to see Eddie Murphy comedy Norbit get nominated for Best Make-Up.
And, talking about blokes, there was a lot of them at the climax of Primeval series 2. Well, a lot of one bloke, which makes the wait until next series all the more agonising, especially when I have uninspiring pap like Torchwood and Ashes to Ashes. But more on them next time.
That's right, Stallone continues his one-man mission to make sequels to his biggest films (Stop! Or My Mom'll Shoot 2 is said to be in the pipeline.) with the fourth Rambo film. And it's a beauty! Moving to the Burmese jungle, and opening with some fairly disturbing footage of the Burmese civil war, the film does appear to have a serious message buried underneath all the deliriously over-the-top action sequences. I've always advocated First Blood as a genuinely brilliant film, and Rambo returns to the theme of countries turning their back on the men they train to kill. Stallone said that he wanted to up his game in the wake of films like Saving Private Ryan and by god he does it, with some severely bloody and in a couple of cases, distressing scenes. One scene features children being bayoneted, whilst the film climaxes with a massive action sequence which sees Rambo cut a guys head off, gut another man and use a massive gattling gun. It's an interesting shift in tone, but I suppose the bayoneting is there to show just how brutal the Burmese are. Still, it is Rambo so maybe we shouldn't look at it in depth, but you feel helluva manly on your way out the cinema, I had to go for a couple of pints afterwards...cos I'm a man ken?
Another thing caught my eye this Sunday, which blurs the boundaries between what men and women are supposed to enjoy. Traditionally, women love the Jeremy Kyle's and Ricki Lake's of this world, but The Steve Wilkos Show is bizarre. Wilkos is an ex-marine and bodyguard from Jerry Springers show, and now has his own show where he doles out
advice or in the case of Sundays episode, confronts a paedophile...on stage...for 45 minutes. It's like they've given Vic Mackey from The Shield his own chat show...I mean just look at him!Throughout the paedophile episode, he threatened to knock the guy on his ass, take a baseball bat to him, and forcibly remove his sunglasses. It was awesome. I'm awaiting an episode where he locks a warring couple in an old shipping container overnight to see if they sort things out or kill each other.
Quick word on the Oscars, and I was very happy to see No Country beat Atonement, because quite frankly, I'm sick to fucking death hearing about it. And Daniel Day Lewis is another very worthy winner. I was interested to see Eddie Murphy comedy Norbit get nominated for Best Make-Up.
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