Thursday, 12 April 2012

The Cabin in the Woods – It's F**king Crazy!!

The Cabin in the Woods is unlike anything you have ever seen.

Even if you're a seasoned horror aficionado who's seen everything the genre has to offer - all the way from Nosferatu to Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver (no, I haven't seen it either; but, yes, it does exist) - nothing will have prepared you for The Cabin in the Woods.


Though it starts out normally enough, chaos soon ensues and creators Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard orchestrate a thrilling mash-up that flies from one realm of craziness to another and then ends with one final crash.

At times, though, it can get a bit too crazy. But instead of focusing on those elements, I recommend just going with the flow and letting the film-makers take you on the journey they intended, not the one you think they intended.

And they certainly left their mark, with elements that can only have come from Whedon's wonderful mind (a certain drinks flask being the prime example). He gives the film a tongue-in-cheek, comedic touch that sits perfectly with the more traditional horror fare. However, this does come at the expense of proper scares and, though there are jumps here and there, some might find it a bit tame.

But that's the thing, don't go into the cinema expecting anything. Just let yourself go and don't resist what the film is doing. This is when The Cabin in the Woods is at its most thrilling.

I have been purposefully vague throughout this ‘review’ for a reason; the less you know, the more you will enjoy it. The trailers are very spoilerish, so I recommend going in cold; no trailers, no plot summaries, no expectations, nothing. Just sit back and enjoy the mayhem.

Part homage, part parody, The Cabin in the Woods is a must-see for horror fans . . . and pretty much a must-see for everyone else, as well.

The Wire #2.1 – What the Fuck They Change the Music For?

It's been three long weeks, but I've finally dived back in. 

So here we are . . . Season Two of The Wire.


The old crew are back: McNulty's back to his best, still managing to fuck Homicide over, even when he's on Harbour Patrol. Most of the old team have moved on as well; Kima's got paperwork, Herc's laughing at ‘whiteboys’, Daniels is on evidence, Prez is trying to do good, but not being helped by his dickish father-in-law, and Bunk's doing what Bunk does best; being Bunk.

Not to be outdone, Barksdale's crew are back as well. Avon's coping with it behind bars, trusting Stringer to keep his empire up-and-running, and Bodie is still not trusted.

But we've also got a load of new European Harbour guys; Frank seems to be the boss, and then there's Serge (or should I say Boris). But, the thing is; I have no fucking clue what the hell they are doing. They just seem to spend their time talking about dicks and Polish dildos, and, on top of that, they've got a container full of rotting whores.

Well I'm sure I'll soon find out what the hell is going on down at the harbour, but until then I can dream for the good old days of the season one theme. 

P.S. I miss you Bubbs.