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Ben Wheatley's In The Earth is yet another tour de force from a filmmaker with a stellar back-catalogue. The plot is deliberately vague; it's set somewhere in the UK sometime within a few years of its release date. The protagonists are doing research into an unspecified virus and neural connections to the living forest. That's about as much as needs to be said about the plot, watch it yourself and see as it becomes a slow descent into horror and hallucination. The direction is excellent, the story is well-paced. The performances are first class, the cinematography and score add to the feeling of apprehension and dread as the story plays out. I watched this knowing very little and was blown away by it. It's heartening to see that this kind of intelligent film can still be made in the UK. This may be too disconcerting and brutal to find a massive audience, but those who have enjoyed Ben Wheatley's previous work and many of the movies referenced in 'In The Earth' will find this an absolute feat of independent cinema. This delivers on all levels. Ignore the bad reviews, if the reviewers can't write more than a couple of poorly constructed sentences, then their opinion has no validity. Catch this at the cinema if you can or at home if you can't. You won't be disappointed.

Ron Perlman is big, Vinnie Jones is ugly, Malcom McDowell isn't big but he's no oil painting. Once again Vinnie's 'boat' is front and centre on another celluloid atrocity, except there's no way this was shot on 35mm and it's highly unlikely to ever hit a big screen. Vinnie didn't come to West Virginia for god, oh no. He came there because there are still a few Americans who think his gangster schtick is legit and are willing to pay him to mumble a few lines while looking 'ard. 'Back in London Harris is the top man' actually back in London Harris means arse or ass. Which is sadly ironic as Malcom is making a right 'arris of himself appearing alongside the ex-Wimbledon defender. 'Don't do it, think of the money' says Harris/McDowell. You shouldn't have done, think about your reputation say I. Obviously Vinnies does it and he doesn't think about the money (though there's no other reason for this to exist). This is written and directed by Scott Wiper, it could easily have been made by a windscreen wiper and packet of moist baby wipes. You're free to make your choice and pay for this on whatever screening service will host it, but if you keep paying them they'll only make more. So I return to the quote from 'Arris/Malcom/Little Alex 'Don't do it, think of the money' buy yourself something else instead.

Vinnie Jones goes beyond justice, beyond the pale and beyond the line of credulity in this bargain basement revenge stinker. Vinnie plays a father of no fixed accent who wants the kind of justices that real geezas mete out to bad slags who muck about wiv little kiddies. He is aided in his plot for mockney revenge by C movie staple Danny Trejo. His nemesis is half of Bros who wants to give 'im a right hander across the coupon, but Vinnie is aint 'aving none of it. Vinnie makes threats in his mota in his gaff and down the old rub a dub in a low budget straight to DVD stinker soon to be filling up the dump bins at Walmart. If you enjoy seeing eighties footballers 'act' with eighties boybands then this is the thing for you. However, if you have an IQ of 80 or higher you may find this twaddle insulting to your intelligence.