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Director: John Michael McDonagh Starring: Michael Peña, Alexander Skarsgård Running Time: 98 minutes


Fuck off. Feel free to resume reading this review after you’ve finished cracking up, because going by John Michael McDonagh there is nothing funnier than a spot of profanity. A sudden swear has been used to comedic effect plenty of times in films before, not least the previous work of McDonagh and his brother Martin, so it stands to reason that amping up the curse count will make things even funnier, right? That a scene of a Bad Cop and a teen telling each other to fuck off back and forth repeatedly would be completely hilarious and not get tiresome almost immediately? For those who do grow weary with the hilarity of cursing (imagine), don’t worry, as McDonagh has packed his latest film with things he finds even funnier than that, namely homophobia, transphobia, racism and the side-splitting existence of the disabled. McDonagh has always been cynical, but his latest film is the George Bush “Mission Accomplished” banner of his own personal war, his War On Everyone. 

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Director: David Yates Starring: Alexander Skarsgård, Margot Robbie, Samuel Jackson, Christoph Waltz Running Time: 110 minutes


There comes a point when certain stories should be consigned to the past, for being too dated, too old-fashioned, too far removed from modern storytelling to be viable in the present day. Hearing Samuel L. Jackson describe milky white, Viking-blooded Alexander Skarsgård as “Africa’s favourite son” may officially mark that point for Tarzan, Edgar R. Burrough’s pulp jungle man character steeped in troubling colonial attitudes. David Yates, director of the later Harry Potter films, attempts to get around this by placing Tarzan in direct opposition to colonial attitudes, but this fails to solves the problem and in fact throws up some new ones too.

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