Films: The Ups and Downs

The last time I watched King Of New York was on skiing holiday in Austria. Maybe about 10 years ago, if not more. I watched the ultraviolence and drug-taking entralled. And not able to understand a damned thing: I watched in German. This time, in an effort to get away from all things virus-related, I decided to watch Christopher Walken as drug lord Frank White, who is released from jail to find out that all his cocaine business has been taken by other people. His mission is to wipe out the competition and give the proceeds to a poor hospital. We don't know if this is entirely magnanimous, or he's doing it for himself ("I want to be Mayor of New York.....he thinks I'm joking". Anyway, he's trying to raise $16 million for a hospital that's been cut because of budget cuts. His crew is the much-dancing Jimmy (Larry Fishburne) as well as Test Tube (Steve Buscemi in not a tiny (HINT: HE TESTS COCAINE)) as well as his motley crew of degenerates. ...

Going to the cinema to see a movie on your own is a beautiful affair. You can sit on your own: And own the two seats around you. One for the cap and coat and the other for the popcorn. You don’t have the troops of annoyances around you, be it the guys who went for a beer beforehand, the guy who checks his Facebook during the trailers (I mean: REALLY?), or the chatterboxes, be them kids or people lacking in the realisation that the cinema experience is about shutting up and watching, not chatting about the latest episode of Celebrity Kardashian Love Idol. Within that, there's the special genre: The horror crowd. For some reason people like to get together and make sure that somewhere in space, they will have heard you scream. Apparently, crapping yourself is not just an experience that a total deviant wants. Wind this forward about three quarters of an hour into ‘The Invisible Man’, and I wish that there was more of a horror cluster. Because quite frankly, I could have use...