There is no charge for awesomeness… or attractiveness.


Shooty score: N/A Kicky score: 5/5
Enjoy with: A standard, no thrills, pale ale like the Sierra Nevada or the Camden Pale. Avoid the ones that will distract you with sharp fruit or sweet honey flavours. The right pale should taste of earthy-mellow hops that gently fizzles across your pallet. Open your beer, take a slow sip. As you do, drop your shoulders, unclench your stomach and wiggle your toes. Now take a long deep breath in (count to six) and a long breath out (count to eight) and pause. Congratulations, you’ve found your ch’i. Time to fuck it up.

At first, you might be forgiven in thinking that “Kung Fu Panda” is a kids film. Bright colours and big smiling faces dance across the screen like a martial arts pop-up book. But if you’ve drunk enough cans of pale ale, you’ll know it’s more sinister than that.

Essentially, “Kung Fu Panda” is the story about a giant panda who, if given a chance, will use his fists of power to tenderise the shit out of you, stick a bamboo pole up your ass, and maul your face off like a fucking lollipop.

Set in ancient China, the story starts in a town where predators and their prey live side by side in a zen-like community, eating copious amounts of noodle soup. In one such noodle bar, we meet our panda protagonist, Po (Jack Black), and his noodle-loving goose father, Mr Ping (James Hong). Po spends most of his time daydreaming about making it as a kung fu superhero and joining the “Furious Five” – a local team of wild animals that bring the pain.

After a gruelling stair climb that symbolises his relentless ambition to reach his goal – a point wasted on small sober children- Po is chosen as the Dragon Warrior and initiated alongside the Furious Five. According to a wrinkly turtle (Randall Duk Kim), a prophecy foretold that when the Dragon Warrior appears, they will be granted the secrets to unlimited power hidden inside the forbidden Dragon Scroll. Sexy, right? Trouble is it also means Po has to defeat the most feared martial arts villain in all of China. A massive snow leopard called Tai Lung (Ian McShane)* who is on his way from prison to murder everyone.

Tai Lung’s prison break is the most visually stunning scene in the entire film. Bolted down in a fathomless pit, we watch Lung free himself with a feather and catapult his way up in a rabid assent to maim his captors. Borrowing some imagery from the One Piece movie, “Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island” (2005), Lung meets a hail of bright red arrows, glistening as they pierce through the blackened abyss. He survives and torches the fuckers. The demonstration of his killer talent is remarkable and completely convinces you that the panda will be useless in preventing the impending slaughter.

Why then doesn’t the tiger, Tigress (Angelina Jolie), just pin Po down and use her 400 kg bite force to slowly bleed out the intruding panda and take the scroll for herself? I wish I knew. Instead, she takes her chances with the approaching snow leopard and relies on a flower wearing bamboo viper (Lucy Liu), a crane in a straw hat (David Cross), a monkey in pants (Jackie Chan) and a mother fucking praying mantis (Seth Rogan), to try and kung fu Tai Lung to death.

Before you get your ch’i in a twist, I know these animals are a clever homage to Chinese fighting styles. It’s just that if you’re going to give a viper martial arts moves and she doesn’t also inject a deadly dose of hemotoxin that disrupts blood clotting and leads to organ failure and death, then you’re wasting every body’s fucking time.

Despite not utilising the natural predatory abilities of its main cast, the fighting is excellent. There is an insane number of move combos that have a perfect blend of upper-body blocks and blows paired with gravity-defying kicks. The story-board must have been a work of art to choreograph such satisfyingly fast-paced sequences because the final animation certainly is.

Gradually Po learns kung fu, thanks to Master Shifu (Dustin Hoffman) controlling when he can eat- sadly not a feature on myfitnesspal. Po takes to the task, but deep down you know how close he is to mangling the stubby little body of that red panda and using his entrails as dim sum dip. Anyway, Po becomes worthy of the scroll and discovers some essential truths that push him into the final showdown against Tai Lung.

The concluding fight is full of the impressive high powered strikes you’ve come to expect from the lunatic leopard. Yet the real brilliance in this scene comes from Po’s hilarious counter attacks paired with some deep emotional sentiment. Getting preachy mid-fight is something that is often misjudged in films, but here it’s sincerely heartfelt. Don’t be surprised if you start sobbing into your can, choking back those three little words, “Wuxi Finger Hold…”. It’s a genuinely moving ending.

On a more serious note, “Kung Fu Panda” is also an important example of how films with a predominately white cast had gone unchallenged for many years. It’s 2018 as I’m writing this and the question of why white actors were asked to voice Chinese animals is an obvious one. After all, in 2016 “Kubo and the Two Strings” was rightly held to account for similarily whitewashing a story set in ancient Japan. “Kung Fu Panda” might boast a more diverse cast than Kubo, but the Asian-American actors were only in minor roles.

Times have changed since 2008, sure, but calling out older movies like this is a useful way to trace back and measure where we have or haven’t progressed and consider its broader ramifications. Especially for films that aim to inspire our future kung fu masters. Even if they are too young and sober to really appreciate it.

Runtime: 92mins
Certificate: PG – Implied animal mutilation
Dir: Mark Osborne, John Stevenson
Writers: Jonathan Aibel, Glenn Berger
Story: Ethan Reif, Cyrus Voris

*Also, who creates a kung fu snow leopard and thinks “British”. Mate. Ian McShane should have voiced a crusty urban fox that would have glassed the c*nt.

Come on in. Ol’ Painless is waitin’

Predator (1987)

Shooty score: 5/5 Kicky score: 3/5
Enjoy with: Jägerbombs. You’ll need some manic inducing magic sauce to propel you through this firestorm. For one serving, pour a third of a can and a single measure (25ml) of Jägermeister into a glass. I recommend preparing 3-6 bombs per person before the film so you can toast to the movie’s milestones. In the review I suggest when you might want to slam a bomb, but I’m not your fucking mother.

For those unfamiliar with the “Predator” universe, the 1987 movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger is the first in a series of films about an alien trophy hunter out to collect bits of humans to mount on its alien mantlepiece. It’s widely considered one of the 100 greatest action films of all time, filled with military bravado, gunfire and congealing corpses.

In preparation for the latest reboot, “The Predator” (2018), I’ve revisited the original to remind myself why it was so brilliant and to taper my expectations for the new one.

So, unbuckle your belt and get ready for “Predator” to take you deep into the jungle and shower you with its impressive load.In just two minutes you’re knee deep in the ultimate US special forces wet dream. Take a shot, sit back and revel in the exhilarating madness.

The film begins with a helicopter landing on the beach carrying a slew of bar-brawl men. One by one they pile out, falling away from the shot like muscle clad wrapping paper until you get to the oh so sweet centre. Shades, cigar and triceps. The opening line takes the words right out of everyone’s mouth, “You’re looking good, Dutch”.

Down that first fucking bomb and salute your Major. Arnie is here to wrap you around his vein pulsing arms and squeeze you like a frube.

As the leader of a top-class rescue squad, Dutch and his men are sent deep into a central American jungle. Their mission is to retrieve a couple of diplomats who’ve crashed on the wrong side of the map, accompanied by an old pal of Dutch’s, Dillion (Carl Weathers and his moustache). Silently they navigate their way through thick foliage until the team’s bloodhound, Billy (Sonny Landham) strays to discover the corpses of three skinned men. The bright red intricacy of the exposed flesh stuns in the green-grey murk of the jungle. The artistic work here gets a well deserved lingering shot letting your eye adjust with a promise that it’s going to be excellent and bloody here on out.

Keen to keep to the mission, they push on with such gentleness you prepare yourself for an expertly executed stealth manoeuvre. You couldn’t be more wrong. In just two minutes you’re knee deep in the ultimate US special forces wet dream. Take a shot, sit back – maybe stick a hand down your pants – and revel in the exhilarating madness of grenade launchers, rifles and fireballs.

The only sounds to break the jungle’s living orchestra are the screams of blood spilling and timeless one-liners.The sequence is pleasantly long with mercenaries regenerating just in time to be shot up in flames. Waltzing through, the team seems almost impervious to damage until a quick hit cuts Blain (Jesse Ventura). But as he straddles the second biggest monster in this film, a six-barrel rotary gun called “Ol’ Painless”, he epitomises the American spirit, “I don’t got time to bleed”.

With the job done, the team slides back into the jungle, taking with them Anna (Elpidia Carrillo) a guerrilla hostage. Unaware they aren’t the only thing sneaking in the bushes, the movie wastes no time and thrusts you from military parade in the park to silent, skin pinching sci-fi thriller as one by one Dutch’s men are hung, drawn and quartered by an invisible clicky assassin.

The sparse dialogue lets Alan Silvestri’s score and the sound of the jungle carry the hunt while Director John McTiernan use of the shadowy landscape helps layer on the suspense. Dug in like an Alabama tick, the camera keeps us on the powerful movements of the film’s thick built men, swerving and shrinking around them as they look and listen out for their lives.

Throughout the chase, the only sounds to break the jungle’s living orchestra are the screams of blood spilling and timeless one-liners – which you probably struggle to hear because you’re already slamming bombs and screaming “Get to the choppa”!

The nail-biting suspense is gratifyingly rewarded as the bodies begin to pile up and Dutch is tested to his absolute primitive limits. Culminating in his half-naked, fire-wielding war cry that ignites the films final showdown.

Satisfying bullet and bloodlust, this film ends without needing to explain itself or dedicate any energy to ‘what next’ moments. Even Dutch’s final words to his Alien foe, “What the hell are you,” is left unanswered. But who the hell cares. Things get blown up to fuck, guts are spilt and Ol’ Painless pumps you up with adrenaline so good you’ll want to take it to bed. And that’s all that really matters.

Run Time: 107 mins
Certificate: 18 – Violence, violence, violence
Dir: John McTiernan
Writers: Jim Thomas and John Thomas

Upgrade Shmuckgrade

UPGRADE (2018)

Shooty score: 1/5  Kicky score: 3/5
Enjoy with: A fruity bottle of red wine like a Barbera D’Asti, which gives you vanilla, red berries and an alcoholic punch (14%, yo). You’ll need something sweetly satisfying to fill the monotonous gaps between the action.

“Upgrade” is the sort of film that brings a shotgun to a knife fight but forgot to load the shells.

Set in future-land, car mechanic Grey (Logan Marshall-Green), and his wife, Asha (Melanie Vallejo), are ambushed by a local gang who kills the spouse and leaves Grey disabled. After a hot minute mourning, a super genius client of Grey, Eron – who is the most exaggerated anime character you have ever seen on screen – inserts a super secret chip, STEM, into his spine that helps him walk again. STEM soon turns out to be pretty personal and gives Grey superhuman fighting skills, taking him on a revenge mission to find the gang who killed his wife.

So cheers to a fucking solid concept for a futuristic revenge caper. But refill that glass because it won’t take long for the film to misfire in all directions. I’m sorry, but watching these limp-armed henchmen fail to deliver any kind of blow is as hard to grasp as a flaccid dick… and just as disappointing.

For starters, you’re led to believe that the STEM implant can control Grey to outmanoeuvre any adversary. Flinging him across rooms with amusing reluctance, he slices and dices his way through the city with relative ease and occasional sadistic flourish. Most notable when STEM uses its host to perform an overzealous Glasgow smile on one of the guilty gang members. A solid eight out of ten on the gore scale.

Unfortunately, it’s all tainted with one detail that I cannot overlook: the gang who killed his wife have guns engineered into their arms. Like jacked-up spidermen, all they have to do is flex their palm to unload a couple of rounds. Despite this genius mutation, only a couple of these robo-mercenaries effectively use the fucking thing. That includes the one guy who accidentally blows his own head off.

Unbelievably, the film is pretty content with this. The other lackeys seem happier to take their chances with a kitchen knife, conveniently stacking the chips in Grey’s favour. I’m sorry, but watching these limp-armed henchmen fail to deliver any kind of blow is as hard to grasp as a flaccid dick… and just as disappointing.

Looking beyond this, the mostly gun-less action is actually the only thing that provides a sense of pace and tension to the film. The movement is sudden and grabs your attention with impressive flexing and satisfying bone cracks.

Alas, much like the stale bread you eat at a restaurant while waiting for your steak, you have to chew through the long drawn out story to get to the meaty bits.

The film’s major drawback is that it fails to deliver any emotional substance needed to help you endure long scenes of Grey’s experience as a sometimes-quadriplegic widower. The hurried plot dips its toe into too many characters while demanding you remain sympathetic to the hero’s cause. Near impossible as the only thing you really get to know about Grey is that he likes to repairs old cars and was once “happy”, and now he’s “sad”. The story doesn’t even do its job to provide nuance to Grey’s relationship with STEM. A fact that becomes massively annoying when a quick attempt at the end tries to back-peddle through the story to explain everything. But in true Scooby-Doo fashion, it’s brief and inconclusive.

The films only saving grace is Detective Cortez (Betty Gabriel), whose involvement in finding the killers of Grey’s wife, leads her to suspects Grey almost immediately of being responsible for a whole bunch of murdering. It’s so immediate it could practically pass as lazy writing, but I give her character the benefit of the doubt because, quite frankly, she is brilliant. Savvy, devious and unabashed, Cortez tags along as Grey’s shadow giving us just a glimpse of her stamina. By the end of the film, I found myself fantasising about how she’d single handily take down the group of cyborg murder men (probably with two shotguns and a grenade).

Underusing all of the exciting concepts in the film, while simultaneously failing to pass the believability test of its own universe, “Upgrade” feels like a waste. Some might find it worth a view just for a few splashes of blood but be warned, this is no trigger-happy adventure but a half-baked sob story with a supercomputer thrown in.

My advice? Pass on the bread basket and get hammered on the wine instead.

Run Time: 149 mins
Certificate: 15 – Violence, but no nudey bits
Dir: Leigh Whannell
Writer: Leigh Whannell
UK cinema release: 31st August 2018