The Red Green Show: The Infantile Years 1991-1993 (review)
Just as Bob and Doug McKenzie were sendups of both stereotypes of Canadians and cable access programs, so is *Red Green,* which apes homemade TV of both the DIY and outdoorsmanship stripes.
Just as Bob and Doug McKenzie were sendups of both stereotypes of Canadians and cable access programs, so is *Red Green,* which apes homemade TV of both the DIY and outdoorsmanship stripes.
It’s a hard, harsh film, a triumph of the new realism that is transforming British film at the moment…
It’s like being force-fed, all in one sitting, an entire box of cheap-shit heart-shaped chocolates from the dollar store.
The metallic tang of blood is all over the elegant facade of this mysteriously disappointing, dispassionately underpowered story of a British aristocrat who dances with the devil, in the form of a werewolf curse, in the pale moonlight.
So it can be told: The road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions, it’s paved with Harry Potter wannabes. Now, now — I know that’s not quite fair to anyone involved with this perfectly inoffensive, occasionally clever kids’ movie…
Lots of spoilers! assumes you’ve seen the episode!
Oh, it’s tragic, all right, what happens when lovers get separated by a war whipped up out of political bullshit.
The movie is build from bricks of ridiculous mortared together with the preposterous and painted over with the hugely unlikely. But that don’t mean I didn’t have a blast while I was sitting there in the screening room quaffing it.
Here is my recommendation for those wishing to jump into the phenomenon that is *Doctor Who*: Don’t start with ‘The Complete Specials’…
Lots of spoilers! assumes you’ve seen the episode!