Garry McConnachie
A Scottish journalist who fell in love with B-movie horrors & sci-fi as a kid, Garry loves most film genres. Alien, An American Werewolf in London and The Thing are among his favourites of all time and he is always willing to enter into debate about a film - whether it's to defend it or rip it apart.
We're all used to films with big ideas that fail to portray any real message. However, when a little indie film comes along and becomes a glorious success, it's time to shout it from the rooftops.
The story of director William Eubank's debut feature 'Love' is as inspiring as it is astonishing.
I used to remember the run up to summer cinema being something I found extremely exciting.
The next big Hollywood blockbuster (or four) was due for release and, in my state of child-like wonder, I couldn't wait to be blown away by a special effects-laden spectacle that was low on intellect but high in action.
Unfortunately, there has been a change a-comin' and I now find myself no longer excited at the prospect of the blockbuster season - The Dark Knight Rises apart.
Have I grown out of this? Doubtless. I still love mindless action films. Are the tentpole releases no longer inspiring? Probably. More importantly, am I the only one to feel this way?
The question had to be asked - could Robert Pattinson cut it away from the fluff and nonsense of the Twilight franchise and every other film he's starred in?
Every so often a short movie gets the full feature film treatment and it works. Paddy Considine's Tyrannosaur is one such example of what can be done when creative people are given the opportunity to expand on an idea. Unfortunately, there are many more shorts made into full-length films that should have remained a short for the sole reason that any extension of the story just doesn't do anything new or exciting. That brings us to Nicholas McCarthy's The Pact.
MICHAEL BAY. The man behind some of the highest-grossing films of recent years.
He's the marmite of directors. Some love him. Some loathe him. With a passion that burns hotter than the fire of a thousand suns.
His films are so choc-full of explodey carnage that someone somewhere coined the phrase: "Bayhem" (boak!)
Me? Out of the nine films he has directed, I've enjoyed six. Yes, SIX!
Don't misunderstand me. His films are a million miles away from being anything like perfect. But some of them have been (are still are) damn enjoyable.
