Then you might want to track down 'Dream Demon'. In which pretty much that exact thing happens.

They shot the ‘Local Perspectives: Box Hill’ short in full (although it’s only about 5 minutes long) – it’s available on the UK  DVD release, and it’s as perfect a pastiche of unintentionally eerie 1970s British public information films as the ‘Equestrian Vortex’ title sequence is of giallo.

Said credits claim the soundtrack is by ‘Hymenoptera’. Which is perfect – exactly the right name for the shabby bunch of euro-dilettantes who would, in fact, have done the soundtrack for maybe three of these sorts of things before the elegantly wasted Svengali-type frontman died of a heroin overdose and the other two…

Unless you define ‘films about people to whom things happen’ as a genre that’s utter nonsense, and even then…what is the ‘genre’ of, oh I don’t know, ‘Pather Panchali’? ‘Werckmeister Harmonies’? ‘The Falls’?

It's all of these things, and others besides. Despite being about a very specific genre of film, it doesn't comfortably fit into that or any other genre, which is one of the great things about it.

‘about half-way through it’s slim running time, the film begins to repeat itself…’

What I love about this is that there are a couple of really brutal moments where some of the main characters (and, by extension, the viewer) is reminded that actual humans are going to kill and be killed as a result of all this chicanery - the brief moment with Malcom alone in the UN 'meditation room' realising he's…

I really liked it. And I’m not exactly an uncritical blockbuster hound. It wasn’t quite Avengers (what is) in that its playfulness tipped over into cynicism once too often - I was getting just a tad weary of the ‘flubbed hero moment’ gags by the end – and it was never going to be Kiss Kiss Bang Bang with that much…

After Se7en and Contagious, I'm coming to believe that most films can be improved by a scene in which Gwyneth Paltrow is dismantled by specialists.

Keanu Reeves is just fascinatingly bad in this. His dialogue coach (who I like to imagine was driven mad in a Renfieldesque way by the experience) clearly managed to fill up his entire neural processing capacity about a quarter of the way through the job, leaving him not merely unable to act even in the limited way he…

Phil Coulson – knockoff of F.R.I.N.G.E

Is that…does Stephen Dorff look like that now?

Dear god, the aging process seems to be gradually giving Harrison Ford my dad's face. Something must be done.

It’s worth reading Hugh Kenner’s ‘The Pound Era’ if you can find  a copy. It doesn’t directly answer your question, but it gives you a fine idea of the general tenor of the times and why Pound, in particular, went off the deep end. And it’s just a brilliant read as well.

Is there a US equivalent of Ken Campbell? I can't think of one offhand…

A situation for which the book provides the ultimate comeback…

Both of the Sweeney movies that came out while the show was running sound better than this. Slick where it should be grubby, heroic where it should be relentlessly, nihilistically cynical.

Sounds not dissimilar to ''Sleep Furiously'

Face/Off is much more fun when considered as a surrealist metaphor about a macho cop constructing a fantasy to explore his repressed homosexuality. Think about it:
1) Travolta swaps his identity for a man obsessed with arses…
2) …who he then spends the rest of the film chasing…
3)…through a series of scenes in which…

The soundtrack for Die Hard is, musically speaking, infinitely cleverer than it had any need to be.