Okay so like, 2010 is the best year ever! For Films that is, we've had it all, Shutter Island, Shutter Island, Kick-Ass, A Serious Man.... The list goes on, but the best part of this year is the return of Auteur-Extrodinaire Roberto Rodriguez!!!!!! Seriously Machete just might be the greatest film ever, no bullshit! It's hitting our shores on the 8th of October and promises to rinse your tits clean with over-blown violence, canny dialogue and special effects that would make Jennifer Aniston look female.
Revel Fox (Director of the Flyer) returns with his latest offering with Long Street, a film which promises to pick pocket your hearts with its poetic story and flawless cast. The hype's all about town and it just might be the South African release of the year to watch out for, oh and the girl on the poster's pretty hot.... Yung.
So we're shooting this film right, called the "Worst Team Ever- a tale of an Idiot" It's about the worst team in the UCT Internal league Idiot FC.
THursday's their last game and our last day of shooting. So we want to get as many people as possible there to make it the worst game ever in terms of not sucking at all. So Bring a blonde, bring some brews and the gees
VIVA La Confederacion
Details as follows:
Date: 30 September · Time 19:00 - 21:00 Location Kopano Fields
After bringing you some of the World’s finest Trance & Progressive Artists over the past 2 Years, with more to come both this year and next, HALO HQ is taking an opportunity to give back to the Cape Town Trance & Progressive Family, with our first, of what we hope will become a regular date on our Calendar, HALO ‘FUTURE HEROES’. And they’re doing it with a little help from the boys and girls from “The will to thrill”!
Film Society is teaming up with HALO to bring you an epic night jam-packed with awesome music, mind-blowing visuals and gyrating sweaty bodies losing it to some smacktastic trance and progressive house!
Time changes all things, look at Madonna she was once a Beautiful young girl and now she's a handsome muscular mature man. But time has been kind to us and given us, how how should i put it... the will to thrill.... That's right germs and worms "Change in our time" we're looking for young guys, girls and others to stand up and be counted and take their place in the UCT Film Society executive committee and help change the world one thrill at a time.
Stand up and be ogled and show us your will to thrill.
E-mail uctfilmsociety@gmail.com to receive an application form
I don't know how many of you are old enough to remember a man named Gordon Gekko... Gekko was the epitome of masculinity, violence and domination the man was a beast, not a monster, a beautiful beat which ravaged through the streets of Wall Street leaving no prisoners behind and not a cent counted. Oliver Stone directed a masterpiece which firmly ingrained it in my mind that it was okay to nick that 5 cents coin from my mother's purse, because i was going to invest it....
Catch Gekko back in action in "Wall street 2" this Friday and be reminded of why, "Greed is good"
Check out this awesome stop motion film made by the uber-talented Mr. Fuzzy Slippers and Adam Kient West.
The exhibition starts this Thursday and promises to be super-dooper fly kinda why event. The opening of the exhibition will take place from 6pm till 9pm on Thursday 16 September and is open to the public. All artworks will be on sale, and the exhibition will run until the 16th October 2010.
Starring: Ewan MacGregor, Kim Cattrall, James Belushi and Pierce Brosnan
There’s something eerie about “Ghost Writer” not eerie like Twilight Zone eerie, but more like finding a copy of the Bible on Jackie Selebi’s book shelf or seeing an interracial homosexual couple in the MacDonald’s in Stellenbosch. It’s not bizarre but it definitely makes you question your sobriety.
The films narrative follows the trail of “The ghost” (Ewan MacGregor) who’s tasked with ghost writing the memoirs of Adam Lang (Pierce Brosnan) former British Prime Minister. I know what you’re thinking, “the ghost? Really?” But he really is a ghost occupying fantastic empty spaces with his pen and paper and witty turn of phrase. The film is set in the Cape Cod, Massachusetts specifically Martha’s Vineyard, and anyone who’s ever been there knows just how eerie the place can get in late Autumn and early Winter.Lang is a spitting image of his real life imitator Tony Blair, douche extraordinaire and Brosnan plays the role with such shame, the ghost sees through the smoke and mirrors and starts off on a jourey to unravel the myth that is Lang.
The better part of the film takes place in Lang’s castle - a stunning cold Cape Cod Beach House – where the ghost is under constant surveillance, entering the fortress of Douchitude he finds a series of Oriental servants, Lang’s sexually aggressive wife, a host of security guards and Kim Catrall’s big ass shaking itself without fail. Lang’s life like his smile is a load of political bullshit and some amazing PR, but this falls away when he gets accused of war crimes and his squeaky clean reputation falls to shit. Forcing him to leave the ghost and all the niceties of the Cape to try and salvage what little of his reputation remains. Leaving The Ghost to the whims and trickery of Mrs. Lang and Kim Catrall’s massive ass. Allowing the fictional and literal Lang’s to fuse to allow for the Ghost to uncover a number of secrets about Lang and his Transatlantic relations which are unforgivable! Okay not unforgivable, not even shocking just more like “Is it?”
It’s a fantastic thriller which builds up to an anticlimactic ending which is nowhere near as enthralling as the buildup which at times make you think “Maybe Roman Polanksi shouldn’t have gone to jail…”
BAITED! The man’s amazing director gifted with a remarkable talent to carve out suspicion and tension, but he’s also a pedophile, and well him and the rest of the uncle tickles gang belong behind bars.
Watch it to Cringe, shake and dream about Kicking Peirce Brosnan in the kidney’s.
Remember when they tried more pork in hot dogs? When they gave Pandora Peaks Bigger boobs? When they gave Conan O'Brien more red hair colouring? No you don't because they at a fundamental had enough or some might even say too much! But don't tell that to el Saggerino aka Sly Stallone because in the next two weeks he's releasing what are some referring to his mangus Opus "the Expendables" which promises to have more explosions than a Burundi war zone and more Testosterone than Deborah Patta's gym bag.
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