now, alleged funny man kevinjames starred in some of the most horrifyingly unfunny comedies of all timerry, grown—ups and of course, paul blart: mall cop one and two. so, it kind of makes sense that his new film becky is a horror—inflicted thriller in which james is actually meant to make the audience feel deeply uncomfortable. in a role originally pegged for simon pegg, james plays a neo—nazi prison escapee who terrorises a family in a remote lake house while searching for a mysterious key. where's becky? lulu wilson is the young teenager who takes on the baddies with blood splattered, diy aplomb, cranking out what the bbfc have labelled "18—rated, bloody violence and gore", but what horror fans will call a delightfully nostalgic throwback to the good old days of the video nasties. from the co—directors of 2017's bushwick, becky feels a bit like home alone meets you're next, albeit without the wit of the former or the white knuckle scares of the latter. wilson makes a feisty final girl, dispatching villains with brutal aplomb. you didn't call on me once, sweetheart. you didn't call any

as for kevinjames, he seems less creepy every time he speaks, which is peculiar because that's the exactleave you with news that as fires continue to burn in the us, ron howard's national geographic documentary rebuilding paradise is in select cinemas, offering a terrifying, if not particularly investigative account of the tragedy which befell the titular town in 2018, and a more uplifting tale of the indomitable community who survived the disaster. we're coming back! cheering. also, if you were watching the film review back injune and were intrigued by my review of the austrian thriller the ground beneath my feet, you can find it now. that's it for this week. thanks for watching the film review. stay safe, and i'll be back next week. do you know there's more non—deciduous trees in norway than the entire continent of africa? that's fascinating, dad. isn't it? hello. the last weekend of september won't be a particularly warm one, but for much of the uk, it'll be dry, there'll be some occasional sunshine. but there is one significant fly in the ointment — this area of low pressure which ha

now, alleged funny man kevinjames starred in some of the most horrifyingly unfunny comedies of all timees sense that his new film becky is a horror—inflicted thriller in which james is actually meant to make the audience feel deeply uncomfortable. in a role originally pegged for simon pegg, james plays a neo—nazi prison escapee who terrorises a family in a remote lake house while searching for a mysterious key. where's becky? lulu wilson is the young teenager who takes on the baddies with blood splattered, diy aplomb, cranking out what the bbfc have labelled "18—rated, bloody violence and gore", but what horror fans will call a delightfully nostalgic throwback to the good old days of the video nasties. screaming. from the co—directors of 2017's bushwick, becky feels a bit like home alone meets you're next, albeit without the wit of the former or the white knuckle scares of the latter. i don't have your stupid key! wilson makes a feisty final girl, dispatching villains with brutal aplomb. you didn't call on me once, sweetheart. as for kevin james, he seems less creepy every time he speak