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<\/a><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\u2018There is no truth, only stories\u2019. I read that somewhere. \u2018Sometimes there aren\u2019t really any stories, only lists\u2019. I wrote that just here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have always loved making lists. I find (or at least seek) comfort in enumerating and organising certain things in my life. Whenever I can\u2019t sleep, I don\u2019t count sheep but I list all the dinosaurs I know in alphabetical order. I have watched a lot of films, I still watch a lot of films and I intend to watch a lot more. I love cinema and one day I decided to make a list of all the films I had seen on the big screen. It occurred to me that these cinema visits might be an interesting lens through which to examine my life; a fairly constant thread but also something that can be quite arbitrary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have tried to be as accurate as I can in my recollections but there may be some that I\u2019ve missed or got wrong, I\u2019m also irritatingly fastidious so it is unlikely. If, however, you\u2019ve been on a cinema date with me that I\u2019ve forgotten, perhaps you could let me know discreetly. I\u2019m particularly asking people to come forward with any information on having seen a Pirates of the Caribbean film with me. With five movies released between 2003 and 2017, it seems strange that I have no memory of going to see a single one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On that note, I present my film review autobiography – if this has been done before, I haven\u2019t seen it. Please switch off your phone (unless you\u2019re reading this on it) and enjoy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
1990<\/a> \/ 1991<\/a> \/ 1993<\/a> \/ 1994<\/a> \/ 1995<\/a> \/ 1997<\/a> \/ 1998<\/a> \/ 1999<\/a> \/ 2000<\/a> \/ 2001<\/a> \/ 2002<\/a> \/ 2003<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n So, my first trip to the cinema was to see a reissue of a film then 45 years old. Does that make me sophisticated or just a bit late to the party? You decide. To this day, I still know next to nothing about this film other than it\u2019s about a deer with a rabbit friend. I remember being frightened but can\u2019t be sure if that was just being in a big, dark, loud place or something about the way the trees were animated. Let\u2019s not forget how frightening early Disney movies were. Come to think of it, I have a vague recollection of crying at Thumper thumping – did I think he was sick? Hard to say. I must also admit that it did not register with me that Bambi\u2019s mother died, maybe since it happened offscreen and my inference skills were underdeveloped at this stage. Cinematically illiterate perhaps, but we will chalk this down to being my first time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I was recently surprised to discover that Bambi was male, surprised since the Bambi and Thumper that Sean Connery’s Bond gave \u2018breaststroke lessons\u2019 to were both women, so I think I just assumed. Another bombshell that has landed while researching this; I found out that some of the best advice my mum ever gave me (\u201cif you can’t say something nice\u2026\u201d) was apparently lifted from this film\u2019s jittery rabbit. Just as well as I have failed to follow it my whole life. If any good comes from writing all of these pieces, it might be that one day I watch this movie properly and hopefully I\u2019ll have something nice to say about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Incidentally, I asked my mum if she had anything to say about watching this film with me but she says she doesn\u2019t remember. I feel like I\u2019m making it up now but I have \u2018known\u2019 that the first film I ever saw at the cinema was Bambi and that my mum was there. This has been one of those \u2018facts\u2019 I\u2019ve long held about my life since I was about ten years old and perhaps it isn\u2019t true at all.<\/p>\n\n\n I have to admit it felt pretty cool going to the cinema with just my older brother (this film also happens to revolve around a pair of brother detectives) but I was terrified by the idea of a crocodile in a swimming pool and this would remain with me for an embarrassingly long time. Anyway, I\u2019d come a long way from Bambi<\/em>; I laughed at the jokes and sympathised with the protagonist. We may have even had a box (did it ever come in boxes? I remember a red box) of popcorn. Plus my parents weren\u2019t there (apart from one of them buying the popcorn, I guess). \u2018Movies\u2019 were no longer a one-off. I was a cinema-goer; a man of the world. <\/p>\n\n\n\n This must have been the late great Roy Kinnear\u2019s last film as he died that year. I\u2019d later watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory<\/em> and Help!<\/em> and vaguely recognise him from somewhere. To this day I still enjoy making connections with minor actors, much to the annoyance of anyone watching a film with me. I believe this was my first visit to a small independent cinema, which not only gives me kudos but also lends me a certain gravitas, almost as much as using the words \u2018kudos\u2019 and \u2018gravitas\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n I wrote a short, whimsical section on this cute little (Japanese, I later learned) anthropomorphic, cross-species road movie and then I saw the litany of alleged animal rights abuses attached to this film online and had to rethink it. I\u2019m assuming that Dudley Moore knew nothing of these horrors when he signed up for voice-over work. I think that this film inspired the more popular US rip-off Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey<\/em> in 1993. I hoped that they learned from their predecessor\u2019s mistakes in the treatment of their furry stars. <\/p>\n\n\n\n According to IMDB trivia: \u201cThere are close-up shots of a frightened cat and then a shot of Sassy going over the waterfall. This scene was shot in many cuts. Fake cats, a mechanical cat, and a real cat were used. When the real cat was used, she was not in a river, but a heated pool.\u201d It does seem so.<\/p>\n\n\n My younger brother\u2019s birthday was celebrated at the grade II listed Windmill Theatre in Great Yarmouth, one of the oldest standing cinema buildings in England. Watching The Little Mermaid<\/em> would mean that half of my cinema trips up to this point were Disney cartoons. This was a happy occasion; I recall enjoying this film and its soundtrack immensely and also remember Ursula, the film\u2019s octopus-witch villain stirring some strange feelings inside me. Do her two arms combined with the six octopus tentacles (apparently it was cheaper to animate) make her a true octopus or is she more of a squid centaur? Up to you. All I know is that the first erotic dream I ever had was about her squashing me underneath them all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The female lead made me wonder if this was the first of my films that passed the Bechdel test but I couldn\u2019t decide. Two female characters, Ariel and Ursula, do talk, however their entire conversation does seem to be about becoming human in order to bag the Prince. Eric\u2019s maid does also speak to Ariel but, although she can communicate with gestures, she doesn\u2019t actually \u2018talk\u2019 at this point. For me it seemed, clear-cut feminism in cinema would have to wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mentioning this trip to my brother recently, he reminded me that William C— (yes a rival William C in my class) had laughed at him a couple of years later for choosing to see this particular film for his birthday. To which he had replied that our mum had obviously organised it since he was only in reception – who else was supposed to plan his fourth birthday? That must have shut him up I guess but was there any shame in it? It clearly left an impression on me.<\/p>\n\n\n Lads\u2019 night out. Absolute respect for my dad who bought us sweets in the supermarket beforehand since the concession stand was so expensive in the cinema. We felt like absolute renegades. I\u2019ve since discovered that, unless specifically stated, it is apparently against no rule to bring your own food into the cinema. Is this common knowledge? Why does it feel like such a transgression? Spread the word. Anyway, this was one of the first times I\u2019d eaten a foamy sweet, which would have severely enhanced my enjoyment of the film. I remember losing one beneath my seat and worrying about it for some portion of the film, if only the film\u2019s title had emboldened me enough to rescue it from down under.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My first sequel was coincidentally the first Disney animation sequel. This was also the first fully digital Disney film, using the Computer Animation Production System (CAPS) developed with Pixar. Sadly, unlike its Bechdel-test-passing predecessor, this passes neither the Bechdel test nor the Australian accent test. There is a real drop in quality from the first Rescuers<\/em> film and the inclusion of John Candy is the only stand out part of this largely forgettable (with my assistance or not) animated action adventure.<\/p>\n\n\n We\u2019re sitting at 2\/3 Disney films now. This will level out, I\u2019m sure, over the next few years but then it may ping back once they acquire the Marvel and Star Wars properties. So, DuckTales<\/em> is one word despite the capitals, which you have to respect, I guess. Aware it was a cartoon and (I think) understanding the metaphor, it still used to bother me how Scrooge McDuck could literally dive into and swim through coins in his Money Bin. It didn\u2019t make sense to me – diving into what is essentially a metallic scree would be just like diving into the floor. Tax the super rich (ducks) and this will no longer be a problem on anyone\u2019s plate. I\u2019m sure people will say that I was and am just jealous. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, was this movie a fun anatine Indiana Jones riff or a cheap rip-off? Who\u2019s to say? Either way, I still took a few years off from watching cartoons at the cinema after this one apparently. At least it wasn\u2019t a sequel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don’t know about ‘DuckTales’ movies … but I’d like to do another feature … I’m proud of it. It’s just a straight little adventure story.\u201d said producer Bob Hathcock on the possibility of a follow up. I guess we\u2019ll have to wait and see.<\/p>\n\n\n The big one. I\u2019ve always hated the term \u2018cinematic event\u2019 – watching a film at the cinema is literally the opposite of an \u2018event\u2019 since it is watched in different venues at different showtimes – but we had waited with baited breath for the conclusion* of Dark and Mardy\u2019s adventure (an older cousin informed me on the way that it was apparently Doc and Marty but I was still adjusting to hearing it said in an English accent) so I was ready to enjoy the show whatever happened. They could have used the time machine to smell dinosaur farts and I would have still loved this film. I was so up for this one. My teacher used to find me jumping backwards into the play kitchen pretending to play a guitar, trying to emulate Marty McFly\u2019s opening scene from the first one and every second dream of mine involved a hoverboard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My family descended on the unsuspecting Canon cinema en masse with such numbers that many younger cousins were sitting on laps. This was the most like theatre cinema had ever felt to me with all the oohs and aahs. The ZZ Top cameo was a nice touch for me as their \u2018best of\u2026\u2019 was a recent car cassette so I felt in the know for recognising them. Fantastic family fun but perhaps ends on a sour note with Dark\/Doc\u2019s weird looking steampunk kids. They just gave me the creeps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *The ending of BTTF2 had promised us that the story was \u2018TO BE CONCLUDED\u2019 although despite people swearing to have seen it in showings, the first movie did NOT end with the words \u2018TO BE CONTINUED.\u2019 This was later added to VHS copies. Unless of course, Bob Gale and Robert Zemeckis went back in time and changed it.<\/p>\n\n\n Is the title ironic or is it at least self-aware? This was in every way an unnecessary sequel. Perhaps tellingly, only one actor from the original film returned (playing the problematically-named Mr Coreander), which somewhat undermined the trailer\u2019s selling point of being able to catch up with all our favourite characters. I\u2019m sure I enjoyed this at the time as it was a cinema treat and my movie expectations were fairly low at this point, but the one memory that stood out was a flush of embarrassment at the delivery of the climactic line. \u2018I will make my last wish. I wish… for you to have a heart!\u2019 Looking back, I feel for our poor French student trying to answer my questions (in a second language) on the way home about how this fantasy villain was able to cause so much trouble before without blood pumping through her body. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Christina, the student staying with us, had offered to take us boys out to the cinema one evening and she had let us decide between this and something called Home Alone<\/em>. Solely going off the black and white print in the newspaper (seeing a trailer very much depended on being at the right place at the right time in those days), and being up to date with Bastian and Atreyu\u2019s previous adventures, it had seemed an easy choice. Ben would later get to watch Home Alone<\/em> at the cinema as well (it might have even been a school night!), which would cause a jealousy that I have never fully confronted until now. Speaking of my older brother\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n This isn\u2019t really my cinema story but I\u2019ll put it here as \u2018bonus material\u2019. I didn\u2019t go to see this as I was only 6 but my 8 year old brother Ben, who was obsessed with war stuff (he knew names of bombers etc) went with my dad. When told by the Cannon box office that my brother looked too young (indeed he was only \u2154 of the required age for this 12 certificate film), my dad performed a short but sombre improvised monologue about my brother\u2019s premature birth and how lucky we were to still have him, upon which they were hurried through. This was of course all untrue but people don\u2019t go to the cinema for reality, do they?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n It was my eldest cousin Tom\u2019s birthday. You might remember him as the cousin that explained my Dr Emmett Brown faux pas if I had thought to mention his name. He celebrated his birthday at the soon-to-be-gone Noverre cinema, where I\u2019d seen Just Ask for Diamond<\/em> and Milo and Otis<\/em>. Part of the Assembly House in Norwich, this cosy, grown-up cinema was originally a Victorian ballroom and was apparently known for having \u2018no ice cream and no adverts\u2019. I think I do remember enjoying this swashbuckling (let\u2019s assume) adventure but for some reason my strongest memory was of a cart on a dusty path near a bush and an inn, maybe horses, maybe a dagger. A scary ambush? A plot reveal? I can\u2019t be sure. Would definitely rewatch this, if only to jog my memory. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Apparently, this film was originally made for TV in the states and starred Christian Bale, Charlton Heston and Christopher Lee, who all begin with ‘Ch’, so good for them. More to the point, 1990 was proving to be a busy year for me; I\u2019d seen a movie every two months on average, perhaps starting to show how serious I was about cinema (despite me never having been the one to suggest going). It\u2019s also probably worth mentioning that this was my first pirate movie and that seemed like something I could get into.<\/p>\n\n\n A whole family outing for my first silver screen Spielberg fix seemed fitting. Who knows if I connected this one with Jaws<\/em>, Indiana Jones<\/em> (known as Junna Jones in my family) and E.T.<\/em> at the time. I recently rewatched this movie and enjoyed the flashes of realism from Charlie Korsmo\u2019s Jack Banning, despite taking a dislike to the turncoat son\u2019s character on my first watch. It still bothered me how Thud Butt\u2019s legs didn\u2019t quite seem accounted for in his famous plank rolling scene but the action set pieces (with emphasis on the word \u2018set\u2019) were exciting and enjoyable, and kind of orange. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, this film marked the beginning of many years of wondering what all the fuss was about with Robin Williams. The next time we\u2019d cross paths at the cinema wouldn\u2019t be for another fifteen years. Nothing against the guy, his humour just never really did it for me. On the plus side, this film passed the Bechdel test, no problem. Speaking of girls, I wasn\u2019t particularly interested in Julia Roberts as Tinkerbelle and if either of my brothers try to tell you otherwise, they are absolute liars, alright?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I suppose I\u2019ll never get a better chance to mention that my dad owns the little round glasses worn by \u2018uncle\u2019 Bob Hoskin\u2019s Smee, as he got them cheap at an auction and I have always really liked that.<\/p>\n\n\n What a disappointment. After seemingly trailing the soundtrack single for months in advance of this (I\u2019d also received Bryan Adams\u2019 album \u2018Waking up the Neighbours\u2019 from mum for my birthday), me and my brothers could not have been more up for this. After about 15 or 20 minutes we finally had to admit that Kevin Costner would not be coming and we had actually been taken to a film that was not Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves<\/em>. Yes, this was the other Robin Hood<\/em> film released the same year – straight to television in the States, would you believe? I wonder how many other people were in the cinema for the wrong film and what was the story with the people who were there by choice? <\/p>\n\n\n\n My first glimpse of one Uma Thurman was apparently completely lost on me, as was that of the versatile David Morrissey. Nevertheless, I tried so desperately to enjoy this and deliberately made a mental note of Friar Tuck saying \u2018Welcome to Hell!\u2019 as a \u2018cool bit\u2019 to talk about with my brother walking out of the Noverre cinema after the film. As we left, we felt cheated – hoodwinked you might say, if you wanted to say that. The Noverre would close down in 1992 due to declining ticket sales, leaving me with a hard to pin down feeling inside.<\/p>\n\n\n I\u2019ve just noticed that the last three films I saw have \u2018HOO\u2019 in the title. What are the chances? Anyway\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2018No blades. No bows. Leave your weapons here.\u2019 \u2018Save it for the ladies.\u2019 \u2018Bury me; they made it.\u2019* \u2018There\u2019s always room for [spit] one more.\u2019 \u2018<\/em>Because it’s dull, you twit. It’ll hurt more!\u2019 \u2018<\/em>Guy of Gisborne<\/em> [in a weird accent]<\/em>.\u2019 These were just some of the phrases that my brothers and I would endlessly repeat while throwing things at each other or chasing each other around someone\u2019s garden for the years to follow. What can I say about this film? I think it still stands up. I remember how excited I was when I found the actual tree on Hadrian\u2019s Wall that Wulf climbed to escape the soldiers (and how impressed I was that Robin and Azeem had walked from the White Cliffs of Dover up there and back down to Nottinghamshire). Incidentally, on that same walking trip with my dad, we also visited the waterfall that Kevin Costner showers in and discovered to my glee that it is called Hardraw Force, which sounds like a Van Damme movie (sadly none of his on this list – apologies if that\u2019s what you came for).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Back to the cinema visit; all was right in the world when we went to see this for my birthday with a couple of friends and we even had burgers at Zak\u2019s on Mousehold Heath afterwards. If you were young in Norwich then you might recall with some excitement that a birthday in Zak\u2019s meant a knickerbocker glory with sparklers might be brought out. Priceless (as far as I was aware).<\/p>\n\n\n\n *I always thought Will Scarlett said that (the VHS we got with tokens from the garage must have been edited) but apparently he says something different.<\/p>\n\n\n This was a landmark but not a good one. The first time I went to see a film that I was not excited about and, let\u2019s face it, didn\u2019t really enjoy. I am dismissing out of hand this sweet little tale of Liza Minelli teaching a bunch of misfits to tapdance. In fact I felt quite grown-up as my mum had asked if I wanted to come and watch it with her and a friend and I had said yes. The only problem was I didn\u2019t give a flying flicking turd about watching flicking tap dancing and I suppose this is when I realised that I can\u2019t stand musicals. Glitzy, titzy shitzy singing and dancing nonsense; sorry if they’re your bag. You can count on one hand how many musicals there will be in this list without lifting a finger. Don\u2019t get me wrong, I love the artifice in a lot of art, I appreciate performance and I could not live without the sweet soul accompaniment of music in my life, but I just have no time for these elements being combined in this irksome, embarrassing way. I cannot get on with the idea of singing exposition. In my book (or blog), songs are better as poetry and not prose, bar one or two exceptions. I\u2019ll leave you to guess what those might be but you likely have better things to do with your time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Yes. Well. It seems like young William would have to start asking to go to the pictures, instead of just waiting to be asked to be taken.<\/p>\n\n\n Now this<\/em> was more like it. Kids these days can\u2019t turn around for spies like them but in 1991 it was a rare treat to have the debonair secret agent as one of \u2018us\u2019. Teen Agent<\/em> (\u2018If Looks Could Kill<\/em>\u2019 in the US) starred 26 year old Richard Grieco as a \u2018handsome slacker underachiever\u2019 who is mistaken for a CIA agent since they share the same name. After his namesake is murdered, he gets to take over use of his exploding chewing gum, suction trainers and a Lotus Esprit! Admittedly, cars were more my brother Ben\u2019s thing but even I could appreciate this film was SLICK. Cinema didn\u2019t get better than this. There was even a trailer for Michael J Fox\u2019s Doc Hollywood,<\/em> which I thought looked very cool, and that I swore would be the next film I saw. I am still adamant that I will get around to watching it one day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the topic of trailers, around this time would have been the important arrival of ITV\u2019s Movies, Movies, Movies (later Movies, Games and Videos), which was invaluable to my brothers for trailers and clips of the latest movies well before the arrival of the \u2018Internet\u2019 and any subsequent \u2018Movie DataBases\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n A rare grey spot on my list. It does seem odd that I didn\u2019t visit the cinema once during this calendar year but if I\u2019m completely honest, I cannot confirm whether I saw these films at the cinema or on Home Video so they are very loose question marks at best. A Robin Williams singalong and a lacklustre sequel; I\u2019m not going to waste my words either way. <\/p>\n\n\n\n However, I can confirm that during our visit to MGM studios the following year, my brother and I would be chosen to ride a huge bee as part of a tour showcasing movie special effects. The bee in question was from the far superior Honey, I Shrunk the Kids<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n While in Florida\u2026 Should I count this odd little 17 minute Michael Jackson sci-fi short shown in Disney\u2019s EPCOT Center (yes, American spelling) in my list of films I\u2019ve seen in the cinema? Of course, how much more cinematic can you get? Future World may not technically be classed as a cinema but it had a big screen and I was nine years old and it wasn\u2019t a VHS. I make the rules here. We were so excited to be wearing our 3D glasses, which were extremely effective when The Supreme Leader (played by Angelica Houston would you believe?) waggled her claws at us. I pulled my glasses down for a moment just to check and I worried briefly that I\u2019d ruined the illusion, perhaps forever. Speaking of ruining illusions, this was written by one George Lucas, which I didn\u2019t know at the time, nor did I know that it was directed by Francis Ford Coppola.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Life was good. We were on the family holiday of a lifetime in the USA and we were watching a 3D movie. Nothing would ever be this exciting again. Until the thing with the bee, which happened the next day.<\/p>\n\n\n Don\u2019t really remember this one. I mean, I could probably write the script by head or off the top of my heart or whatever and it remains one of my favourite films of all time, since I was (and let\u2019s be honest still am) obsessed with it, but I couldn\u2019t really tell you much about the actual cinema trip. One regret I have was that we didn\u2019t get the chance to watch this at a Drive-In cinema while we were visiting the United States during the height of its release. We discussed the idea but it just didn\u2019t work out. The \u2018Junior Novelisation\u2019 and some disgusting watermelon-flavoured dilophosaurus egg sweets that I pretended to like would have to do, in order to tide me over until we got home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The original Michael Crichton novel was probably the first adult book I ever read and is the only novel I\u2019ve read twice. Dr Ian Malcolm\u2019s Chaos theory clearly had an impact on me, as did the startling discovery during Dennis Nedry\u2019s gory death scene that Americans use \u2018spit\u2019 for past and present tense, which shocked me as much as the intestine-holding. I also read the first Topps comic adaptation but couldn\u2019t get on with the art since it depicted dilophosaurus as having gold rings as their crests, plus Robert Muldoon was wearing trousers instead of shorts, which really changed the vibe for me. Although, credit to Walter Simonson and Gil Kane for rectifying a gaffe with Nedry and Dodgson\u2019s scene in San Jose, Costa Rica, by making it clearly a city setting and not a beach. A minor thing for us perhaps but if you were Costa Rican that would really get your goat.<\/p>\n\n\n A great family film, almost certainly watched with mine. It\u2019s sweet how the Addams\u2019 are remarkably loving and supportive despite their appearances. I thought that Raul Julia was very cool in this, in a way I couldn\u2019t put my finger on at the time and was also amazed that fawning Fester was my old pal Dark from Back to the Future<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There was something unnerving I noticed in this film, and later in others, that I\u2019d eventually be able to articulate as the garishness of Hollywood movies. I think it was a combination of the colour palette, lighting and perfect teeth of some 90s American movies that would sit uncomfortably with me until my taste developed enough for me to enjoy it on a more removed level. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Either my fourth or fifth sequel already (depending on the outcome of Honey, I Blew Up the Kid<\/em>) less than twenty films into my cinematic career but, interestingly enough, I still don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever seen the first film. This is true at the time of writing but I will try to remember to update if this changes. I\u2019ve been told by a couple of sources that this one of those rare better second films. On top of that, they had the forethought to give it a name that avoids putting the number \u20182\u2019 in the title so maybe I needn\u2019t bother.<\/p>\n\n\n So the adults could enjoy a little peace and quiet at some family event or other, I was sent with my cousins and brothers into the city, where this became the first and last time I went to see the same film at the cinema twice. I only have vague memories of the trip. Maybe some of the others hadn\u2019t seen it and maybe I was annoying. How many times have I seen this film since? \u2018Bout two million. Supreme film-making that would have an impact on me and my writing for many years to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Have you ever wondered if John Williams was inspired by the first three notes of Pure Imagination<\/em> when he wrote the rousing theme for this movie? It would make sense since it’s essentially the same plot, except after careful consideration, Charlie decides not to endorse the Chocolate Factory in the end.<\/p>\n\n\n A swashbuckling adventure that seems indistinguishable from many others of its time, apart from one particular moment where I first realised that there was a seed inside aniseed balls if you sucked all the way to the end. On realising this, I laughed to myself and nearly choked, swallowing it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n My brothers and I saw this with some friends at the ODEON in Anglia Square (or Angular Square depending on where you\u2019re from), which was later taken over by Hollywood Cinemas, who closed down in 2019 after a brief moment of fame in 2013 for hosting the alternative Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa<\/em> premiere. Who knows what\u2019s happening with the place now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Storywise, I don\u2019t think this film covered much more ground for me than Dogtanion and the Three Muskehounds<\/em> but it was nice to see them with human heads, I suppose. I remember thinking Oliver Platt was funny so I looked at the poster to find out his name on the way out, and perhaps this was when I first realised that the actors names were not always above their heads in the line up. Good old Michael Wincott was in this too, whom I already loved and feared as Guy of Gisborne in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves <\/em>and whom I would love even more in Jim Jarmusch\u2019s Dead Man<\/em> owing to his character Conway Twill having my name hidden in his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, 1993 was a good year with five trips to the pictures after a fallow 1992 and, who knows, maybe it peaked there for me.<\/p>\n\n\n Another whole family outing, which we were all excited about after staying in the most rundown (I think we can safely assume unofficial) Flintstones themed campsite the year before in America. I remember getting burns on my knee from crawling along a ragged carpet inside a fibreglass dinosaur, as well as losing my maroon plastic camera. Great times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t think I really understood the tone of this film and was disappointed by the millions of years of anachronism* after the recent groundbreaking handling of dinosaurs on film still fresh in my memory from the previous year. I guess I enjoyed it but perhaps I was starting to get tired of saturated colourful kids\u2019 films. I wouldn\u2019t have known Kyle McLachlan at the time but I wonder what my mum and dad thought having recently watched him in Twin Peaks<\/em>. It was also the final outing for Elizabeth Taylor, which was lost on me. Not so with my first glimpse of future Academy Award winner, Bond girl and X-man Halle Berry as Sharon Stone (a role initially to be played by Sharon Stone, apparently).<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recently enjoyed the 2016 comic adaptation of The Flintstones<\/em> by Mark Russell and Steve Pugh, which had an existential spin on the concept that I now wonder if I had simply not picked up on in the cartoons. I think it\u2019s fair to say it was largely absent from this film.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *Worse than any of the rock puns for me was renaming the B-52s the BC-52s for the title song, which seemed to suggest that Fred et al lived during the reign of Julius Caesar, along with dinosaurs from 150 million years before the Neolithic. \u2018Jesus, Will. It\u2019s just a cartoon (movie, song and comic)!\u2019\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n The first animated film I\u2019d seen for a while and the last I\u2019d watch for years. The animation was impressive, the action was fun and I didn\u2019t even mind the music. After Mufasa died, I remember my cousin Jona whispering too loudly about the girl in front crying, who heard and claimed that she had a cold. We laughed about that for a long time afterwards. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I was recently surprised to hear the phrase \u2018the circle of life\u2019 in a film set in the seventies and was even more surprised at myself for thinking that the phrase had been coined for this particular film. I love the resignation of the herbivores in the movie and always wondered whether there were any repercussions for the wildebeests after the stampede. I saw a joke somewhere about a running wildebeest turning to another and saying \u2018Wasn\u2019t he the guy whose baby shower we went to that time?\u2019 which I can neither stop thinking about nor remember whose joke it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Lion King<\/em> was one of the 5 Mega Drive games my brothers and I ever owned. My brother\u2019s exchange student remains the only one who could deliberately execute the grapple-and-throw move required to toss uncle Scar from Pride Rock in the final level; however I was honoured to have been the only one there when he did it. Not least so I got to watch that indelible ending scene where Simba just stood there for a bit and then it rained. Of course, it wasn\u2019t a patch on the Jurassic Park<\/em> game.<\/p>\n\n\n My birthday treat (P-A-R-T-Why? Because I gotta!). One of those films you laugh along with but secretly worry your parents would think you\u2019re stupid for liking. I\u2019d been to the cinema without my parents plenty before but this one just felt naughty. It took me a while to warm up to Jim Carrey but I have a feeling this won\u2019t be the last we hear from him on this list. Cameron Diaz probably not so much.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the top cartoon mayhem probably full of innuendo that I could sense but didn\u2019t understand. I also remember a lot of big band music in the soundtrack. Is that what made it so popular in the nineties? I guess the film reminded me of a cranked up Who Framed Roger Rabbit?<\/em> but without the familiar faces. I wonder what I\u2019d make of this film now. I found it upsetting and unsettling in some places but I enjoyed the Norse link (the mask belonged to Loki in case you don\u2019t remember weird little details like that). Who could have predicted how much more success in the box office the God of Mischief would have in years to come? Incidentally, this was my first big screen comic book adaptation. Fun, but again, NOT Jurassic Park<\/em>. Bring on 1995.<\/p>\n\n\n The soundtrack to this film was exceptional and we played it in the car that summer holiday, which led to the family having to watch the film together. This was the first I\u2019d really heard of Method Man, Flaming Lips, Mazzy Star and PJ Harvey. I wonder if my mum knows this was the first Nick Cave song she ever owned. Years later she became obsessed with him (and may be to this day).* Trailing such an enjoyable soundtrack before the actual film comes out will happen again in this list (I\u2019ll hopefully remember to tell you when) and can sometimes lead to the film itself being disappointing, for example this time. Superfly<\/em> and Saturday Night Fever <\/em>suffered similar fates; subpar films or just great soundtracks? Who is to say? <\/p>\n\n\n\n Another one of those films that I just cannot imagine for the life of me what my Dad made of, although I guess the U2 and Seal tracks were right up his dark alley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Props to the, erm, props department, plus I must praise the wardrobe for creating Two-Face\u2019s glorious two-sided suits and for somehow managing to make the prosthetic half of Tommy Lee Jones\u2019s face look even less rubbery than the real half. This was also the first onscreen appearance of the bat-nipples. Since Catwoman\u2019s costume in the previous film Batman Returns<\/em> had been bondage-inspired, it was hard not to see the nipples (sorry) in that way. However, the costume designer has since clarified that the design was more inspired by Roman centurion armour, which puts the matter to bed of course. Until the next film, in which they were even more prominent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *Side story, years later I followed my mum out of a Nick Cave concert, a little concerned that she wanted to leave before the end of the encore, and she collapsed just in front of me in the Troxy foyer after her drink had apparently been spiked. A very dark ending to an evening out that seemed more fitting of Gotham than London.<\/p>\n\n\n Eagle-eyed readers may have noticed (as I have in writing this) that the last three films all have a certain Canadian link. So, I topped off my personal 12 month Jim Carrey trilogy with the Pet Detective<\/em> sequel, which coincidentally featured a protagonist with a plot-central fear of bats like the previous one. My older brother, some mates from down the road and I headed to town to watch a second helping of veterinarian slapstick, after being assured by Sean and Paul that the first one was hilarious. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie Okenedo gave me a funny feeling in my tummy, which I’ve since recognised as the realisation of how criminally underrated she is as an actor. I think. Oddly enough, Simon Callow was also in this one, fresh off last year\u2019s Four Weddings and a Funeral<\/em>, whose Wet Wet Wet soundtrack single remained at number one just one week shy of Bryan Adams\u2019 soundtrack single\u2019s record from a few years before. The songwriter Reg Presley reportedly spent much of his royalty check on funding crop circle research. Jim Carrey allegedly had a paranormal experience in room 217 of the Stanley Hotel (from The Shining<\/em>) while filming Dumb and Dumber<\/em> the year before. Are these things connected? Up to you. Though if it was up to me, I might say no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, this movie is mostly set in the fictional country of Nibia,* which I\u2019m not sure how I feel about, but then again, I guess it could cause more trouble setting it in a real country. Regardless, I have a feeling that this movie would not survive a rewatch. If memory serves, there was definitely some \u2018White Devil\/White Saviour\u2019 stuff in there and don\u2019t recall our titular detective (or the filmmakers) showing much respect for the culture of the country they invented. Perhaps they could have simply not invented it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *I wonder how many fictional countries there are in movies. Movie buff points if you can name the films that feature Freedonia, Zamunda, Krakozhia, Florin and Wakanda.<\/p>\n\n\n Another birthday trip to the Cannon cinema on Norwich\u2019s Prince of Wales Road, once labelled \u2018the most dangerous street in Norfolk\u2019. I don\u2019t remember this being my first choice movie but (perhaps mercifully) I cannot remember what that was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hadn’t seen Apollos 1 through 12 but I was just about able to keep up with the story. I think I missed the point of the film and perhaps felt like it was a bit of an anticlimax. Perhaps the Jim Carrey completist in me would have preferred to see a Man on the Moon<\/em> (but that wouldn\u2019t come out until 1999).<\/p>\n\n\n\n The late, great Bill Paxton has a decent role in this and, despite apparently being the only actor to be killed by an Alien, a Predator and a Terminator,* he survived this unlucky voyage to the moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Considering Kevin Bacon with his famous six degrees of separation and this being a list of films, I was surprised to realise that this is one of only two of his films that I actually saw at the cinema. There is a joke here about VHS and having to bring home the Bacon that I am both too proud to make and yet too frugal to let pass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *Some sticklers may claim that Paxton survives the assault in The Terminator<\/em> so we can do a straight swap with being killed in Schwarzenegger\u2019s dream in True Lies<\/em> if that works for you.<\/p>\n\n\n Entertaining anthropomorphic farmyard shenanigans that were way more fun than I expected. I\u2019d read the book (obvs) but some years before. Babe la-la-la-ing Jingle Bells is possibly the most joyous cinematic moment I can think of. I have watched that clip on youtube a hundred times. This quaint British farmyard children\u2019s book adaptation was filmed in Australia and made by George Miller, who directed the Mad Max<\/em> and Happy Feet<\/em> movies as well as the sequel Babe: Pig in the City<\/em> (1998) but for some reason, he didn\u2019t sit in the director\u2019s chair for this one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I never understood why they named the film Babe<\/em> instead of The Sheep Pig<\/em>. Dick King-Smith\u2019s title is pretty self explanatory and the word Babe<\/em> on its own could refer to all sorts of content. One change I can get behind however is that Farmer Hoggett\u2019s James Cromwell decided to become a vegetarian after he made this film, as well as many young people in the audience. If you don\u2019t believe me, google The Babe Vegetarians or The Babe Effect. Perhaps this was what saved us from a trilogy that violently ended with Babe 3: He\u2019s Back<\/em>. Sorry, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about the Bacon connection.<\/p>\n\n\n A watershed moment. This was my first 12 certificate on the big screen. My best mate at the time Joe A\u2019s younger brother Andy was the same age as me (sounds weird now I write that) and we practised our fake dates of birth so much in the queue that, when he was asked at the door how old he was, he mechanically blurted out the date of birth instead of the actual age. I learned something about how the world works that afternoon, as the man just blinked and let us go in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n A silly film I guess but there were some scary parts, including some eyeball catching with Bruce Campbell (who else?) and a mutilated Grant Heslov stumbling down the stairs. The fairly forgettable lead acting was perhaps saved by a more memorable supporting cast, (see above plus Ernie Hudson, Tim Curry and an uncredited Delroy Lindo), and that\u2019s not even counting Amy, the talking gorilla, who everyone seems to remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I felt like a bit of a connoisseur watching this since I\u2019d already read the book for this one too. Michael Crichton sure knows how to disguise a screenplay as a novel. Speaking of which, Tim Curry\u2019s wealthy philanthropist (who we find out is broke after<\/em> he convinces the protagonists to go on a dangerous journey) seems to have been straight lifted for William H Macy\u2019s character in Jurassic Park III<\/em> (1999) – incidentally the only Jurassic Park<\/em> film I didn\u2019t watch in the cinema. <\/p>\n\n\n A different type of watershed moment and a different type of feeling grown up. I got a call on the landline attached to the wall (remember those?) from some girls at school asking if I wanted to come and watch this film. If any other boys were invited, they didn\u2019t turn up and I must have seemed like an absolute baller sat between all these ladies at the cinema. Could they have known that my first female-directed movie visit would see me surrounded by women? Possibly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I know I enjoyed this film at the time but only later appreciated how good it actually is. I was more focussed on how one of the girls turned to look at me just after the skateboarders walked in accompanied by the World Party cover of All the Young Dudes<\/em>. I later dug out my mum\u2019s Bowie and Mott the Hoople vinyls and eventually my scruffy style would find its natural home when I started actually skateboarding. The girl I liked at the time wasn\u2019t actually there but teenage me often looked back at this as a missed opportunity. I dread to think what kind of things we talked about that afternoon, if we talked at all. Clueless indeed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Obviously I didn\u2019t realise this was Jane Austen in Beverly Hills until afterwards but I guess that accounts for the great storytelling. I\u2019ve rewatched this film plenty and recently checked the wikipedia page only to stumble on the most wonderfully 90s ending to the \u2018Filming\u2019 section.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2018The Mighty Mighty Bosstones performance, originally an outdoor event, had to be moved inside due to rain. Paul Rudd bought everyone gifts after filming wrapped.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n Did you know Bono and the Edge wrote this theme song for Tina Turner? Do you think they considered calling it Goldeye<\/em> for the sake of consistency (or should Auric Goldfinger have been called Goldenfinger)<\/em>? Did I actually watch this at the cinema? So many questions. So little interest in answering. Pierce Brosnan aka Bronhom\u2019s first outing as Bond and I have way more childhood memories of playing the video game on Ben’s N64 than actually seeing this in the cinema; so perhaps I didn\u2019t. Sniper rifles in the Temple. Boys with toys.<\/p>\n\n\n Another one with that oversaturated, cheesy sheen but perhaps I was getting used to it by this point. Me, Joe C and Chris (RIP my friend) didn\u2019t really know what to make of this but it was really enjoyable, in equal measures silly and terrifying, even if it is one of Tim Burton\u2019s least popular movies. I always have a soft spot for any artist\u2019s misunderstood unpopular projects, seemingly only capable of making those ones myself. I hadn\u2019t quite arrived at the point where I respected films for killing off big actor characters but this is a big, bold one for that. I also think for an alien invasion story to make all its characters deliberately unlikeable is kind of a strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This just about makes my top five exclamation-mark-punctuated movies, after Help!<\/em>, Airplane!<\/em>, Safety Last!<\/em> and Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!<\/em> Is it better than Oliver!<\/em>? Perhaps. Is it better than Mamma Mia!<\/em>? I couldn\u2019t tell you. I refuse to watch a musical that was made after I was born. I didn\u2019t realise that was the internal rule I\u2019ve been adhering to until I typed that. Although I have just realised that Bronhom is in that one; after being in the last two movies in my list, perhaps it\u2019s a sign\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n Had I already read the book of this on holiday before it came out? You bet jurass I had. It\u2019s no Jaws 2<\/em> but it\u2019s a pretty decent sequel. I seem to remember a scene from the book where a T. rex does a huge creamy white bird turd on the hood of a jeep but don\u2019t think that it made it to the big screen. In fact, considering Michael Crichton wrote his first ever sequel specifically with a movie in mind, it\u2019s quite interesting how much they changed. At least they finally used the waterfall scene from the original book and brought in the compys – those nippy little critters were a big part of the first novel. Did you know that when the little compsognathus gang kill that mean hunter (played by Peter Stormare, who will tell The Dude that they believe in nothing a year later in The Big Lebowski<\/em>), this death scene is actually borrowed from how John Hammond bites the dust in the first novel, after falling down a hill and breaking an ankle upon hearing what he thinks is a T. rex roaring when it\u2019s actually his nephew and niece playing it over the PA system? How’s that for a long sentence?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lingering a while on the dinosaur hunters (check out my comic Steak<\/em> with Marc Olivent – there\u2019s a plug for you), the excellent Pete Postlethwaite\u2019s mercenary Roland Tembo was a welcome addition to the cast. What a fantastic actor he was; may he rest in peace. We\u2019re eventually going to lose all our great working class actors, aren\u2019t we? We\u2019ll never know how much talent a chronic underfunding of the arts and continued class war has deprived us of. A rant for another time and place perhaps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, in another mortality based quirk of the book series, Dr Ian Malcolm eventually dies from his injuries sustained in the T. rex attack in Jurassic Park<\/em> but is seemingly resurrected for the sequel with little explanation. Life, uh, finds a way.<\/p>\n\n\n I lapped this up, I will admit. I was a Star Wars<\/em> obsessed kid so of course I did. I remember my brothers and I flinched when Han shot second and squirmed a little when he stepped on Jabba’s tail but it would be a couple of years before I saw those monstrosities for what they really were. At the time, all I really cared about was collecting tazos from crisp packets and drawing spaceships in my notebooks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s impossible now to feel the way I felt about Star Wars when there were only three films* (plus the Droids<\/em> and Ewoks<\/em> cartoons) in my faraway galaxy. There are, to date, eleven Star Wars<\/em> films and one animated movie, as well as two more films in development, and that is without even considering the further six animated shows and four Disney+ television shows (or the further six seasons in development).<\/p>\n\n\n\n In writing these reviews, I have realised that the convention around naming these films is rather inconsistent. Word order and punctuation seems to go a number of ways depending on where you read it. The use of latin numerals in the titles makes me wonder whether the Galactic Empire were aware of the Roman Empire. I feel those guys would have a lot to talk about if only the Romans could just learn English like the rest of the Galaxy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *I was not aware of the gloriously baffling Holiday Special<\/em> at this point, as the studios had successfully buried it in these pre internet video days, nor had I seen Ewoks: Caravan of Courage<\/em> or Ewoks: The Battle for Endor<\/em>, which I don\u2019t think I could sit through even now.<\/p>\n\n\n They didn\u2019t tinker with this one as much or as obviously and it\u2019s just a better film so this was an excellent day out, although at the time I probably still felt slightly short-changed by the lack of resolution to the story. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There is a supposed Mandela effect moment in the movie where Vader says \u2018No, I am your father.\u2019 and not \u2018Luke, I am your father.\u2019 as many people like to quote. I don\u2019t think movie misquotes should be chalked up to the Mandela effect. I think most of these \u2018misquotes\u2019 are simply neatened up to contextualise them outside of film and people don\u2019t actually swear that they remember the line being different. The amended lines just roll off the tongue easier. Anyway, that\u2019s my two Republic dactaries on the matter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Staying on the subject of Darth Vader\u2019s dialogue, Ross, my housemate at university once interviewed the (body) actor David Prowse for the London Student newspaper, for which he was invited to Prowse\u2019s house. I still remember listening to his minidisc recording of it, when my friend asked how he delivered his lines (while under the illusion that his voice was being used) and the delight of hearing him declare \u2018Astronoids doon\u2019t concern me, I warnt thaat ship,\u2019 in his lovely West Country accent. By all accounts, a lovely fellow apparently. RIP.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the time, we had an old optician’s eye chart downstairs from my dad that we would throw darts at and for some reason we invented something called Australian Eye Darts and invented a whole story around the world championship rivalry between Nick Bushwalker and his father Doug Bader (all of course in our attempts at Aussie accents). To this day, I still have no idea what that was all about.<\/p>\n\n\n With some money my grandma had given me for \u2018my future\u2019 later that year, I bought the gold VHS box set of these films, as well as more action figures to go with my battered eighties ones – only these musclebound nineties guys had clearly been overdoing it on the blue whey shakes*. In any case, the gold card cover for the videos made the most wonderful comedy fart noise when you opened it and slid it closed just right. I\u2019m sure my family must have absolutely loved me doing that all the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, to the film. I did NOT need the Sarlacc to have a beak, nor did I need Sy Snootles sexed up any more. If you don\u2019t know what I mean, just before Luke Skywalker enters Jabba the Hutt\u2019s palace, there\u2019s a strangely upbeat but bleak tune playing that ends with an unfortunate dancer being fed to the Rancor beast below. This was a great mirror of the Mos Eisley cantina musical number in the first film, when an inexperienced Luke enters another hive of scum and villainy so unprepared that he ends up accidentally starting a fight. In Return of the Jedi<\/em>, the new Luke we see is a calm and confident Jedi, strolling in unarmed (too soon, Ponda Baba?), which showed us how far he had come. The updated, 1997 CGI-embellished music track is an admittedly fun R&B number but it just completely changes the tone of the scene. A baffling decision. On a more positive musical note though, the John Williams score swelling in the last lightsaber duel gives me goosebumps still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Since writing this, I found an article in a film magazine from 1983 (in the Castle cinema) that quoted a LucasFilm Vice president as saying ‘I can\u2019t think of anything we know how to do that we haven\u2019t done for this movie.\u2019 Make of that what you will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *It\u2019s always hard to know whether a reference is too niche when dealing with such a huge franchise but I did mention Republic dactaries in the last one, I guess.<\/p>\n\n\n This is a really decent movie, showcasing a different side of Jim Carrey. A solipsistic fable somewhere between a digital age Genesis and Plato\u2019s cave for anyone who ever pretended (or feared) they were in a TV show. Perhaps we all are now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The sheen of this movie did slightly depress me in that unquantifiable way that I first started noticing in The Flintstones, Mars Attacks! <\/em>etc but at least in this one I could see that the veneer was a key part of the plot. It was definitely an American thing; I used to find the reddish colouration of shows like Sesame Street<\/em> uncomfortable to watch. Maybe one day someone will explain to me the different cameras or colour encoding or scripts or accents or behaviours or whatever it is that would make me long for some bleak British realism. Speaking of which, I believe this was my last visit to the Prince of Wales Road\u2019s Cannon cinema, although I could never have known at the time. 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