Reviews

I've been rewatching the entire series on Netflix, having caught it first time round on CITV back in 2009/10. Some episodes are great, others not so much.

Gross-out "humour" has been utilised from time to time in the series (and was parodied in the form of Gross Class Zero). Then this episode came along.

There's crossing a line and then there's CROSSING. THE. LINE.

Vomiting Vera is just an awful character. There's no explanation as to why she vomits so much. In fact, if it happened in real life, it would be a medical emergency.

When Vera flung the spoiled nappy around the room and out the window (before being THROWN BACK!), I actually wished I could vomit myself. Trainspotting had a scene involving flung poop, but it was a very, very minor plot point and it was done right. It wasn't the entire storyline, unlike THIS.

The absolute nadir of the franchise. Even the live-action film, which I despise, is not as abysmal as this.

Martian Invasion was one of my favourite episodes as a child. The premise is that International Rescue are carrying out a rescue at a film set.

This episode is an early use of meta, coming three years before Monty Python. For example, towards the end, Scott says, "well, I guess that's the end of that little episode" before the Hood crashes a stolen plane into General X's house. In the final scene, he and Virgil discuss the idea that Mr Stutt (I think that's how it's spelled) is in fact "the agent who's been after our plans ever since we went into the rescue business" (i.e. The Hood) and Scott seems to know that he disguises himself all the time. "We'll get him-one day."

Sadly, it was not to be. By broadcast order, this is the Hood's final appearance before being written out. He only appears in six episodes, yet his presence seems to be woven into the series' fabric.

Last year, I was browsing Netflix and came across this film. I thought to myself, "is it any good?" Many critics said no.

I remembered Coyote Ugly, which I saw (and kinda liked) back in 2017 (forget what I said in my review of that movie - I've matured since I was 17). There are many parallels I can draw between both films:

Both were produced by Jerry Bruckheimer. They were box office successes but generally poorly received by critics. The soundtracks were overseen by former members of the band Yes (and both of them were called Trevor). Both starred Adam Garcia as an Australian character.

Eventually, I decided to give it a chance. (I saw this on 29 December 2020.)

It was definitely as awful as they said.

There was so much wrong with this: false advertising, stupidity from the main characters, gross-out humour (not done right), choppy editing (mainly a by-product of its past as Down and Under) and "adult humour" that's incredibly juvenile. And the less said about Charlie's attitude towards Jessie the better.

At the camp, Charlie knocks on a drum near Jessie. She does not react for about five seconds, and even then her reaction is NOT AT ALL convincing.

I couldn't even watch the whole thing in one sitting, no thanks to the camel fart scene. I had to pick up where I left off the next day.

The ending is just the worst. After all Charlie did to Jessie, they end up MARRIED and living on a yacht. And then the kangaroo shows up in a self-aware scene, stating that the film should have been about him. That's EXACTLY what we were all thinking. At least they got an Australian to voice him.

If you do decide to sit through this atrocity, please have some rum to dull the pain.

I've watched every episode of The Big Lez Show no less than 20 times. With its obviously low production values and quirky storylines, it has a charm of its own that won't be matched.

Cartoons like The Simpsons and Family Guy have gone on for far too long and need to be cancelled.

On the other hand, while I'm sad this ended, with our protagonist dying in a nuclear explosion after defeating his evil father, I'm glad the series naturally ran its course instead of becoming a shadow of its former self.

This proved to be the sweariest, most violent and most memorable episode of them all. Godspeed, Leslie Mackerel.

I heard about this film being disliked by several critics for being 'a joke'. I thought it could be good, so I bought the DVD and watched it.

The protagonist, Violet Sanford, is a struggling songwriter who decides that a small town like South Anboy is nowhere to be successful. So she moves to the Big Apple. There, after trying in vain to be signed to a label, she auditions at a seedy bar in the city.

As a male viewer, I was surprised to be interested in this so-called 'chick flick' which also delved into the relationship between Violet and Kevin O'Donnell, a worker at a nearby area.

Overall, while it isn't Oscar material, it's entertaining and far from deserving a Razzie.

The film has a killer soundtrack, too. From Charlie Daniels to Lenny Kravitz, it kept me entertained.

Seven. If you're not a fan of films like this, don't see it. Simple as that.