JUDGE KARL meets his plucky new sidekick OLIVIA THIRLBY.
So you failed the Judge SAT test, but you’ve got Kuato powers so we’re giving you one more chance to prove yourself.
(using mind powers)
I sense that you’re very... You’re kind of... You’re sort of...
Yeah? Go on?
Uh, nevermind. Forget it.
But you were about to reveal something interesting and profound about me that might give my character the slightest shred of depth.
(looks at watch)
Wow, you haven’t shot anyone for a full two minutes.
Damn, you’re right. Characterization can go fuck itself. Let’s go kill something.
I loved Dredd because it didn’t try to be anything more than it is, whether it’s a balls-out actioner, a more-faithful-than-hoped-for adaptation of the original comic character, a nicely self-contained dystopian sci-fi flick, or a combination of any/all of the above.
Former Paramount Theatre manager Dan Slevin used to throw together the best – the best, I tell ya – weekly e-newsletters. I may have been in the wrong city at the time (Christchurch, then Dunedin), but the reviews, descriptions and one-liners were a pleasure to read, and welcome heads-ups on what might (eventually) hit the South Island. He’s now the Capital Times film reviewer – and generously reprints his reviews at his blog, Funerals and Snakes.
And for something different, try killer-fact.com where literary quizzes (what novel opened with “Call me Ishmael”?) gleefully rub shoulders with polls like which Spice Girl to eat first when all the food has run out on your desert island. (Fedora-tip: NZBC.)
Update: the killer-fact.com page now says “This account has been suspended – please contact billing…”. Guess you’ll have to take my word for it.