Holy Crap! District 9!

Really, that's all you need to know. Wow, did that movie ever rock. Formulaic, it may be, but not enough to be distracting. Besides, people disintegrate onscreen with astonishing regularity in the final act. That alone makes up for any plot clichés. Sharlto Copley is perfect as a slightly twitchy, bureaucratic asshole for the first act, then scared out of his mind, and finally just royally pissed off. Throughout, he is never thinking of anyone but himself, yet he comes off as sympathetic. Goodness.

Really, though. It's all about the indiscriminate spray of heat rays, bullets, and in one instance, a pig being picked up and flung into enemy soldiers via gravity gun. It's been a while since I sincerely laughed out loud with a movie, rather than at it. I did it here.

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Hey everyone. Call me John. I do movies. I don't make movies, or at least, not yet. I write about movies, vintage movies, new movies, movies no one else has seen, movies everyone has seen, seminal movies, crap movies, movies that defined a generation, movies that just got lost in the shuffle. I make every movie worth a write-up.

I'll warn you. I hate some movies that a lot of people love. I'm not shy about hating movies. If there is something about a movie that bothers me, no matter the movie, I'll be writing about it. It's a Wonderful Life, for example, was never about Christmas, and it glorifies a not-particularly-nice man. I'm tough, but fair.

Updates might be a little spacey, as I will rely on television and a Netflix queue to bring me new material. Figure on about three a week. Hope you enjoy.