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.