In a Nutshell. Mini reviews of movies old and new. No fuss. No spoilers. And often no sleep.
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Saturday, 4 July 2020

Masquerade (1988)

An adult drama set in the world of rich folks, some of whom have little else to do besides sail boats and sleep with other people's wives. It's a lifestyle in which backstabbing and deceit go hand in hand, where sincerity and treachery are sometimes interchangeable, but not everyone is of that ilk. The naïve rich girl cliché is one such example, played by the softly spoken Meg Tilly, who fills the (designer) shoes well-enough. Rob Lowe is the suitor to her bank balance, a yachtsman whose objective is money. He's supposed to be surface charming and secretly dangerous, but he's as humdrum as he's been all the other times I've seen him act, which admittedly isn't very many. But as a whole, it feels like a post-watershed TV movie for bored housewives.

2½ cabin rats out of 5

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Half Moon Street (1986)

People obsessed with money make me fucking sick. People obsessed with politics would come in a close second. If it wasn't for Sigourney Weaver and Michael Caine I’d have been lost at sea for something to entertain me in Half Moon's political thriller climate. Sigourney is a part-time escort girl with a PhD who uses her tits and her wits to make money. Caine is a work-hungry Lord who wants to watch her shave. Along the way there’s some underdeveloped nonsense about Arab and Israeli politics.
Polanski could've maybe did something more interesting with it.

2½ spiritual pollutants out of 5