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Sunday 22 November 2009

My kind of film

"Grisly, facile, dim and objectionable.."  Morgan Spurlock's spoof hunt for Osama Bin Laden sounds so inept it might almost be worth seeing. However, I still think I'll wait for the DVD. Tim Robbins' latest, on the other hand, could be a perfect night-out. You see, the reason I left London was that I'd spent a year living next door to a neighbour who played loud music for hours on end.  If only I'd had the caped crusader's phone number: 

David Owen, a middle-aged lawyer...  has already gained a Gotham-wide reputation as "the Rectifier," a mysterious hoodie-wearing figure who prowls the city with a tool belt, destroying all sources of needless racket... and leaving behind a telltale sticker as his calling card. In a series of oddly staggered flashbacks, we see the bookish David transform into the righteous Rectifier. Driven half-insane (and nearly impotent) by the constant bleating of car alarms outside his window, he breaks a car window one night and discovers his life's calling: to smash the shit out of anything that goes "beep" in the night.

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