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Review: Dragged Across Concrete

Mel Gibson and his younger partner Vince Vaughn are a couple of cops with an old school, non-PC mentality, living in a new school, very PC world. Thus, their strong-arm tactics earn them a suspension without pay, as video evidence proves a bad look for the department. Gibson also gets a lecture from his former partner now boss (Don Johnson), asking him to think about why he’s sitting where he is and why Gibson is still in the same position after many years. Pissed off and low on funds, Gibson gets to thinking about how he and Vaughn (set to propose to his African-American girlfriend) might make some quick cash. Meanwhile, fresh out of prison Tory Kittles is also hoping to acquire some funds to help get himself and his disabled brother a better life. He agrees to become a getaway driver for an upcoming heist. Michael Jai White, Thomas Kretschmann, and Jennifer Carpenter play criminal acquaintances and an anxious bank employee respectively. Laurie Holden plays Gibson’s former cop wife wh

Review: Larry Crowne

Tom Hanks plays the title character, a genial sort of fella who after a stint in the Navy went to work for a company called UMart (basically Wal-Mart, but with the name fudged in case they think the film is shit) for many, many years. Hell, he’s been Employee of the Month there many times. Unfortunately, times are tough and Larry’s bosses (one played by Dale Dye, of all people) are looking for people to lay off. Despite his many years of faithful and good service, a lack of a college education sees poor Larry laid off. It gets worse as Larry’s already got financial issues at home (He’s divorced and lives alone in a house he’s now on the verge of losing). The solution comes in the form of Community College, in which Larry is encouraged to enrol in a few courses. One is an Economics class taught by a Japanese-American (the inimitable George Takei, AKA The greatest thing to ever happen to social media, playing a lecturer with no tolerance for phones in class). Another is a public speaking

Review: Fletch

Chevy Chase stars as wise-arse Investigative Journalist Irwin M. Fletcher, AKA ‘Fletch’. He receives a business proposition one day from a wealthy businessman (Tim Matheson). He’s dying of cancer and will pay Fletch $50,000 to kill him. Suicide means his life insurance policy would be invalidated and Matheson wants to ensure his wife (Dana Wheeler-Nicholson) is looked after. Fletch agrees, but starts to look into the millionaire’s life and realises there’s much more to Matheson and his proposal than meets the eye. Richard Libertini and Geena Davis are Fletch’s editor and co-worker, M. Emmet Walsh plays a doctor, George Wendt plays a beach drug dealer, William Sanderson works at a crappy motel, whilst James Avery and Joe Don Baker are corrupt lawmen, the latter the Chief of Police.   It’s a Chevy Chase starring vehicle, and one Chase himself apparently enjoyed because it allowed him to be ‘himself’. In other words, if you’re not a Chevy Chase fan, stay well away from this 1985 detec

Review: The Art of Self-Defence

Wimpy accountant Jesse Eisenberg is entirely unpopular at work, barely even being noticed by anyone in fact. One night he gets beat up and mugged by motorcycle thugs. Obviously shaken by the experience, and since his cute Dachshund is hardly a guard dog, Eisenberg considers alternatives of protection. Eventually he walks into a karate dojo fronted by an intense fellow known only as Sensei (Alessandro Nivola). Sensei starts to mould the young man into his vision of masculinity – getting him to listen to death metal music, the puny-looking Dachshund obviously has to go, etc. Eisenberg also learns the art of kicking with your fists and punching with your feet. Much of the film involves Eisenberg alternating between obsessing over graduating to the next level of belt, and observing some pretty obvious toxic masculinity on display by the manipulative Sensei. That’s especially true of his treatment of female student/kids class instructor Imogen Poots, whom Eisenberg starts to take a liking t