Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
Hell in a Cell. Once upon a time those four words meant something. A match retained for only the biggest of moments. The debut of Kane, the fall of Mick Foley and just a few years ago the end of an era when Undertaker and Triple H took to one at Wrestlemania. However, recent times has seen the cell devalued. Matches often flattering to deceive and a yearly PPV, stacked with feuds we don’t really care about.
Beauty and horror, in theory, they are at opposite ends of the spectrum. And yet Guillermo Del Toro has made a career out of weaving these unlikely bedfellows together. Crimson Peak is him indulging his own whims and if nothing else can be said of it, this is a stunning looking film.
Festival season is a long way off, but that hasn’t stopped it kicking into a lower gear already, with both Download and Bloodstock having named their first bands. Last night’s announcement that Iron Maiden will once again grace Donnington’s hallowed turf is sure to send some all a flutter and leave others calling Andy Copping a cunt. It’s the internet after all. I could, of course, choose to stay well away from such situations, but where is the fun in that? So here’s some thoughts about Downloads first headliner.
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A week and a half removed from Bound for Glory and TNA seem to have used the show to hit the reset button. It doesn’t hide the fact however that the show, showed up everything that was wrong with TNA. From the opening Ultimate X match, which featured someone making their debut, to the closing of the World Title main event, it appeared like TNA had booked this on the fly and in many ways that seemed fitting for a company that seems to have been doing that for a long time.
Sicario is at it’s best when, like it’s protagonist Kate Macer (Emily Blunt), you are in the dark as to exactly what is happening. It is a film which moves in the shadows, both in terms of the characters that inhabit it and how it slowly eeks out its plot to the watching audience. While this leads to some gripping cinema, it doesn’t exactly lend itself to writing up a comprehensive review.
I’ve never really gotten along with online first person shooters. For one thing, being someone who is not actually that good at video games, I tend to spend more time dying than anything else. While the hook of levelling up that made Call of Duty what it is, has never gotten its claws into me. However, I do love Star Wars and therefore I was more than willing to forget me misgivings and download the Star Wars Battlefront Beta when it became available last week.
A quarter of a mile up in the air is where The Walk does its best work. The story of Philippe Petit’s death-defying walk between the Twin Towers, it’s both a love letter to those towers and a look at a man whose passion takes him to the most ludicrous of places.
NXT Takeover: Respect felt like a strange show going into it. It was lacking the hype of previous NXT shows. Despite on paper, looking like it could be fantastic. It featured two women main eventing an NXT Special for the first time and the conclusion of the Dusty Roads Classic. Throw in the debuting Asuka and this show should have felt huge. Thankfully what it lacked in hype, it more than made up for on the day.
The story of Macbeth needs no introduction. One of Shakespeare’s most famous works, it’s a story that only seems to grow with time. Putting it on the big screen in 2015 is a tough task for that very reason. The list of names who have filled the roles of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth reads like an introduction to acting royalty. From Kenneth Branagh to James McAvoy. From Judi Dench to Alex Kingston. Whether on stage or screen, they are large shoes to step into. So how do you make an adaptation of the Scottish Play stand out?
Like it or not, Lostprophets were an important band. They were one of the big players in a movement that saw British rock reassert itself. What happened after was obviously disgusting, but there were other people in that band and they lost everything due to the actions of one cunt. Which brings us to No Devotion, the moment where those men wipe themselves down and start again. Now with Geoff Rickly on vocal duties.
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