Thor movies
are a bit like taking a massive fart. When done with the right amount
of humour there's a good chance that you'll get away with it and
everything will be okay. However, and as was the case with Thor:
The Dark World, if the thing
feels as though it's been forced out for the sake of it then, like a
fart, there's also a definite possibility that you'll be left with something 'a little shit'. It also seems that the best films
within the MCU are made by directors of note. Shane Black's Iron
Man 3 was his typical
Christmas-set story of a wise-talking crime fighter that gets wrapped
up in a Hollywood conspiracy. Joss Whedon's Avengers was
his usual group of weirdos coming together to form a surrogate
family with each other as they battle supernatural-esque forces. With
Thor: Ragnarok we see
the comedy genius of indie director Taika Waititi as he makes what he
drunkenly described in an interview as being “about a guy just
trying to get home because there's a burglar in his house, and he's
stuck with this giant bi-polar guy who gets angry all the time, and a
drunk chick, and an annoying brother, and that's it. But with
spaceships... and Jeff Goldblum”.
Hunt For The
Wilderpeople is a film about two
people on a journey, which is ironic because I had to go on a journey
to find this fucking movie. Despite looking more shite than a little
brown lump in a particularly smelly kitty-litter box, Nine Lives is
still playing in my local cinema well over a month since it was
dumped onto the Earth. Are people really paying to see that? Because
even though I'd heard that it was one of the best films of the year,
Hunt For The Wilderpeople was
only playing in the nearest art-house cinema to me, and I'm not sure
why! I mean, it's not like the film is obscure or designed only for
the most cine-literate of movie geeks. It's about a mismatched couple
bickering on an adventure. Not only is this the set-up for most
movies, it's relatable too as I was bickering with my friend as we were
forced on our journey to see this film. Although, in the film the two
characters bicker because of their water-and-oil personalities, me and
my friend bickered because he couldn't understand why it was
inappropriate to frantically scratch cheese stains off his crotch
when we're on a crowded fucking train.
