I love the way Oliver Reed can go from the pure brute force anger filled badboy roles to lighthearted comedic sweet roles, Hannibal Brooks is by far the latter. Ollie plays reluctant soldier, Stephen ‘Hannibal’ Brooks, a captured prisoner of war, imprisoned at the Stalag VII-A camp near Munich. Brooks gets the chance to help out at the local zoo, feeding and shuffling poo, giant poo at that. The bringer of said big poo is Lucy the Elephant (Aida). Brooks is shocked by the sight of Lucy but it’s not long before the two become great friends. Lucy quickly warms to Brook’s sweet, calming nature and obeys every word he says. It’s not long before these two friends will be spending a lot of quality time together.
The right honourable Flight Lieutenant Singh (Julian Sherrier) is not content with being a crack shot fighter bomber pilot with an awesome dashing mustache and a proper gentlemen to all the ladies. This valiant Sikh is part of 633 Squadron, a courageous band of brothers, tasked with a mission to take out a German V-2 rocket fuel plant built in Norway. A truly suicidal mission but this is the stuff these boys from Royal Air Force’s No. 633 Squadron are made for.
The award this month for the most silliest plot taken extremely seriously goes to The Final Countdown. Not a tongue in cheek to be seen. What can be seen though is an incredible array of military fire power. This film is a war machine fanatics dream, quite simply this is a giant Cold War, mines bigger than yours, show off exhibition. If you love jets of all sizes firing off from an aircraft carrier, you gonna love this film.
Tagline – Nothing in the world can prepare you for .. Continue reading
Now I’ve known Larry for many years and even though he’s at least 2 generations my senior, the old boy can still party. Well last night we really went to town knocking back the whiskey and beers, spinnin records and chatting about life way into the late hour. Just as dawn was beginning to appear, Larry started slurring his words and on cue, the ramblings about the whole Creature From The Black Lagoon debacle had to be endured again. I smile, sit back and let him get it off his chest again, really how could I resist that gormless face? Continue reading
Truth be told I’m actually a good friend with one of the mutant guards, the loveable rogue Frank. He’s adamant that he and his friends get a bum rap and are terribly misrepresented in this movie. Every time we hook up for a drink he goes on and on about how that little evil shit Tony the blob, the weirdo in his hamster ball forced him and his mates to do his evil bidding. Tony, sat in his globe, used his Martian intelligence and projected his telekinesis power to control him to do unspeakable acts of terror. After 60 plus years of counselors and therapists, he’s just started to calm down. Stupidly I made a rookie mistake bringing up this blog post and then gee whizz! I have to endure four hours of constant moaning. Doh, my bad.
Tagline – From out of space… came hordes of green monsters!
Can a bunch of bubble headed extraterrestrials in wacko suits made from solidified electricity really take on the might of the Earth? They truly have a good go as they whizz around in their pesky flying machines causing all kinds of deranged carnage.
Tagline – Warning! Take Cover! Flying Saucers Invade Our Planet! Washington, London, Paris, Moscow Fight Back!
There was only one person whom I wished to sit and watch this film with, my good buddy and cuddle machine, Kevin the Yeti. Just managing to squeeze his humongous hairy butt next to me on the sofa, we snuggled in with a few gallons of beer and a mountain of popcorn, I knew there was no chance of getting cold whilst watching this icy adventure. Continue reading