Join us every week for a trip into the weird and wonderful world of trailers. Whether it’s the first teaser for the latest installment in your favourite franchise, an obscure preview for a strange indie darling, whether it’s good, bad, ugly or just plain weird – your favourite pop culture baristas are there to tell you what they think.
Julie: Guns Akimbo showed up on my Twitter timeline, and reader, the trailer is nuts. Daniel Radcliffe, who has come quite a long way from the Potterverse, finds himself in a real life Running Man-style killing game, with guns bolted to his hands. This looks like it will be a high-octane blackly humorous splatterfest. Also: can we have Samara Weaving as the new big action hero of 2020, please?
Mege: I am still half proud and half ashamed of finding last week’s tip, so the Safdie brothers’ latest movie Uncut Gems can only look tame in comparison. But you have to give it to Adam Sandler that he let those idiotic comedies behind him and has made a name for himself with pretty decent roles in interesting movies. So is this one, although Sandler’s character is harder to identify with than Pattinson’s in Good Time.
Matt: I have to admit that I’m not entirely on board when it comes to Noah Hawley’s ongoing Fargo TV series, though admittedly I never got beyond the first season. There was simply something too… thin, too self-consciously referential to this extended act of Coen Brothers cosplay. At the same time, there’s definitely room for some overt Coen remixing – and season 4 seems to bring some of Miller’s Crossing‘s DNA to the table. I have to admit: I’m intrigued.
Eric: Clearly, there is no purer form of romance than being run over by the whirling blue quills of an alien love porcupine, which is why the first live action Sonic movie releases on February the 14th. It’s the only explanation I can think of, yet it is also a monstrous injustice. This movie once featured a face only a mother could love before its first trailer was sent out into the world and promptly drawn and quartered by people expecting Sonic the Hedgehog, not Sanic the Bledgedog. So, this Valentine’s Day, shed a tear for what might have been if only we gave that relationship a chance, shed a tear for the possibility that this unloved thingbeast would still exist; because, alas, we do not live in that world. And so Sonhic the Dredgenog dies, studiously erased by a populace expecting not to have their eyeballs accosted for 90 minutes by the unholy union of a living pincushion and Michael Jackson’s post-cosmetic-surgery face. The more’s the damn pity.