Many, many, many years ago Kaulder (Vin Diesel) killed the Witch Queen (Julie Engelbrecht) who cursed him with immortality in the process. Ever since Kaulder has worked as a witch hunter. Now he is the last of his kind and most of the remaining witches live normal lives and stick to the rules. But then things start to go very wrong, starting with the murder of Kaulder’s scribe, advisor and friend, the 36th Dolan (Michael Caine). It appears that the Witch Queen isn’t quite as dead as Kaulder thought. Together with witch Chloe (Rose Leslie) and the 37th Dolan (Elijah Wood), Kaulder takes up the fight again.
I didn’t expect The Last Witch Hunter to actually be a good film, but I thought it would be an entertaining schlockfest. Unfortunately, the film aimed higher than that and ends up in the boring, disappointing middleground: not really bad, but not much good either.
Mark (Ben Schnetzer) is not only gay, but a big supporter of the miner strike and wants to do his part, especially because he feels that there is a certain kinship – the miners struggle under Thatcher just as much as the homosexuals struggle. So he decides that he will start to raise funds for them, with the help of new to the scene Joe (George MacKay), big-mouthed Steph (Faye Marsay) and flamboyant Jonathan (Dominic West). But it turns out, it’s surprisingly hard to get miners to accept “gay donations”, until finally a Welsh village accepts, not really knowing what they’re in for.
Pride was funny, cute and most charming. It probably isn’t the most complex analysis of the situation, but it gave you an impression while being very entertaining.
CIA agent Snow (Guy Pearce) is in deep shit. He’s (wrongly) accused of killing his partner and selling state secrets and quickly sentenced to 30 years in the new prison space station that is just about to be approved from the pilot project phase. But before he can actually be sent there, there is a prison riot – right during a visit of the president’s daughter Emilie (Maggie Grace) there. And so, Snow gets a chance to prove himself: if he saves Emilie, he can go free.
Lockout delivers pretty much exactly what you expect it to: crazy villains, explosions, tough guy talk and so much fun. Plus, there are so many gorgeous tattoos walking around in this film, it’s practically tattoo porn. The ending might be a teensiest bit tied up too neatly, but really, who cares about that?