Race, Poverty, and ATTACK THE BLOCK!

Bennett here, taking a break from growing my magical Freddie Mercury mustache.

Ever watch something and you’re all, What the—this is … wow. Yeah man.
And then your buddy’s like, Oh man, this is, I don’t even know.
And then you’re like, Damn bro, yeah. That’s right. It’s crazy how right you are.

This is pretty much what it’s like watching Attack the Block, the excellent British import from the makers of such tense, dramatic films as Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, and (the incredibly overrated) Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.

Dark of the Moon Transformed Me Into a Pipe-Pierced, Steaming Mad Movie-Goer

Bennett here, excited ‘cause El Presidente and I just decided to kidnap John Matrix’s daughter to force him to commit a political assassination.  What could go wrong?  

Caught a 3D viewing of Transformers: Dark of the Moon last night.  Now, if anyone knows me, they know of my unbridled, intense hatred for 3D films.  They’re dark, look terrible, give me headaches, and since I wear glasses, make the bridge of my nose even more irritated.  AND THE MOVIES COST SO GODDAMN MUCH.  Dark of the Moon did all of those things and more—so, so much more.  Like it made me shake my head at Bay’s apparent lack of respect for his filmgoers.