Outlaw King

I don’t really get on with old stuff, no matter how bastardised for popular consumption. Can’t watch Downton; laughed at Lincoln; don’t get me started on Gladiator. I’ll try and give it a fair go but as soon as I hear someone wittering on about their lord or their tithe or whatever I compulsively roll my eyes.

I’m not bragging about this. While there are plenty of genuinely dreadful simpering Merchant Ivory-lite historical shit-shows, I don’t think my resistance is really about quality or critical consideration. I suppose it’s a fundamental failure of imagination on my part, an inability to really believe that people who lived hundreds and hundreds of years ago were basically the same as people about now. I can’t see how it relates to me, the protagonist of reality, and therefore I don’t find it very engaging.

I actively despise fantasy for much the same reason. When I revealed I had never watched Game of Thrones to a mate a few years ago, he tried to sell it to me.

“Isn’t it like…wizards and made up stuff?” I asked sceptically.

“No, no…I mean there’s a dragon but…”

That was it for me; my brain was going. “But there ISN’T a dragon is there. There aren’t any. Someone’s just made that up out of nowhere.”

And I settled back down for a churlish, narrow-minded lifetime of kitchen sink dramas and romantic comedies.

Anyway, for these reasons, I wasn’t looking forward to Outlaw King. “Ugh,” I thought as it began, “look at these stupid haircuts. As if. Stupid-looking king saying stuff about covenants and that. I don’t careeeee.”

Outlaw King is about Scottish warrior Robert The Bruce (Chris Pine) in the 14th Century, leading a guerilla-style rebellion against the English pricks who’ve occupied his country. Things eventually get gory, and a David and Goliath struggle ensues. When his wife Elizabeth (a distractingly luminous Florence Pugh) and daughter Marjorie are captured, things amp up. Brucie means business, baby!

I reckon it’s a laugh, for people who like this sort of thing. It’s gleefully violent in quite an entertaining way. It’s funny seeing the wet Prince of Wales squirming around in the dirt. Chris Pine and Aaron Johnson are both fit as hell, and convincingly filled with righteous fury.

The scene where Robert and Elizabeth have sex using a thistle as a titillating prop is genuinely quite sexy for a minute, if you can suspend your disbelief long enough to accept that a man in 14th century Scotland can bring a virginal woman to orgasm through seven seconds of missionary penetrative sex. However, I want to clear something important up: There’s been quite a lot of chatter about seeing Chris Pine’s dick for a moment, and I can report back that you can barely see it even zoomed in all the way. You’re welcome.

HOW MANY POPCORNS OUT OF TEN? ??????❌❌❌❌

WORTH A WATCH WHEN SOBER? Seems ideal fodder for a lazy afternoon over the Christmas hols with your Dad.

WORTH A WATCH WHEN HUNGOVER/ DRUNK? Nah.  

The Package

From a camera-shy dick, to one all too terribly visible.

The Package is a gross-out teen romp. You know the kind: the spawn of American Pie and Not Another Teen Movie and Eurotrip and so on. The premise is a group of friends who are on a camping trip when one – Jeremy (Eduardo Franco) – accidentally chops his dick off. After he’s hospitalised, the others have 12 hours to retrieve the severed organ and return it before it’s too late for reattachment surgery. As you can imagine, scrapes and shenanigans are to follow!

I don’t really understand what the point of these films are, but then I assume they’re not made for me. Are they for teenage boys? Do teenage boys still sit around and watch a film together? Do they …like this kind of thing? Why?

I know people say similar things about horror – why would you want to make yourself feel an unpleasant feeling? – but being terrified in a safe context can make me feel alive in a thrilling way. Feeling physically nauseated, on the other hand, doesn’t.

The severed penis is rarely off-screen. It appears in dozens of grotesque contexts, withered and dying and disturbingly realistic. As you can imagine, a crass film about a boy having his dick cut off has more homophobic and transphobic nastiness than you can keep track of. There’s not a heart of some kind, as there was in American Pie, and it isn’t funny, so the only reason for watching it is if you enjoy being viscerally disgusted.

And I suppose by that measure it does succeed: one image of the penis covered in lurid yellow vomit with an enormous centipede crawling over it is now as indelibly burned into my brain as the eyeball being sliced in Un Chien Andalou.

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WORTH A WATCH WHEN SOBER? Under no circumstances.

WORTH A WATCH WHEN HUNGOVER/ DRUNK? Maybe? If you’re a teenage boy? Idk I haven’t spoken to one in ten years.   

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