Oh Uwe, Uwe, Uwe. Like coming back home to a barely housetrained puppy you have to ask, with those prima facie equal parts of dread and weariness, What has he done this time? His unhealthy obsession with cardboard characters, turgid dialogue, unimaginative storylines and low production values continues unabated, but this time mixed with post-Matrix 360 degree slo-mo camera.
One incredible weekend I was taken to the cinema to see a film that would inspire me to become a film director/writer. I had somehow managed to get my mother to take me to see Kill Bill Vol. 1. My sister & her boyfriend rode along but instead of KB, wanted to see House of the Dead. I didn't know it then, but do now, that House is possibly the worst film I've ever seen. Thankfully I held my ground and we saw KB.