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Reviews
Priest (1994)
Oh you are awful
This was a lot of prancing fluffy nonsense. How come the Priest was so worked up about his vow of confessional confidentiality that he wouldn't grass up a child molester, but then so cavalier about celibacy that he went cruising? The conclusion is laughably bad. The rest just bad. Oh, and by the way, what the child molester said in the confessional was not a confession and was therefore not confidential. DUH. The film gets very worked up about nothing. It has a kind of look at the muck in here hysteria to it. Pants.
The Last September (1999)
Fluffy Headed
Empty headed precis of a middle brow novel. Lots of "fine acting" and an Antiques Roadshow design aesthetic is supposed to compensate for its total lack of emotional or intellectual content and its narrative illiteracy. Manages to be both finicky and slapdash at the same time. Pants.
The Last Yellow (1999)
Dire
Ugly, pointless, unimaginative, and nasty. The movie equivalent of a long disused multi-storey car park. I've seen radio plays that have a better grasp of visual grammar, come across wounded wasps with more tenderness, heard muzak with more wit, ridden on white knuckle roller coasters with more subtlety, seen mud that was more original and wind with more insight into human nature. It contains two curiously pointless homages to the children's TV series, The Double Deckers. A mistake as The Double Deckers is a work of Dostoievskian majesty compared to this, even though it was completely crap in any other context.