‘I, Don Giovanni’ – Movie Review

I can’t stand being bored, and I rarely am. Left to my own devices, I can always find or create something absorbing to do.

I’m not sure what my extreme aversion to boredom is about. Shrink-think would have it that boredom is a surface manifestation of submerged anger. While this may not always be the case, it surely was last Tuesday evening as I suffered through Spanish director Carlos Saura’s I, Don Giovanni. Quite simply, this is THE most boring film I’ve endured since Greenaway’s Prospero’s Books (or his unbearably tedious A Zed and Two Noughts -cheeRIST is there anything less tolerable than these Euro auteurs when they miss the mark…which is too fucking often!).

Not that there’s anything in common between unbearably precious and pretentious wanker Greenaway and Saura, except their capacity to torture people like me into a state of boredom-induced psychosis in a relatively short span of time. Continue reading ‘I, Don Giovanni’ – Movie Review

Underbelly 3 Gone Flabby!

I was big fan of the first Underbelly series. It was genuinely edgy, tense, confronting. You felt like you were looking through a keyhole into the darker reaches of the underworld.

Series 2 was nowhere near as good. It was still gritty, still had its moments, but was all a bit try-hard. The white-knuckle tension of amphetamine-paced Series 1, that sense of the ever impending threat of explosive violence, had slackened off. Further, where the original series was full of characters that were as compelling as they were shady, Matthew Newton’s portrayal of psycho ‘Mr Big’ Terry Clark was a bit schlocky, and the rest weren’t very interesting. I struggle to remember them apart from George Freeman, Robert Trimbole, and Clark’s girlfriend Alison (who can forget Anna Hutchison’s glorious tits?).

Well, going by the two-hour opening double-episode to Series 3 – The Golden Mile – the quality trend has continued on its downward spiral. Continue reading Underbelly 3 Gone Flabby!

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