WILL THE THRILLS EVER DRY-UP?

In a certain corner of my brain lurks a 13-year-old boy ravenous for non-stop action, T&A and great, big explosions. A shambling, blathering impression of a well-rounded human being; he is not much unlike the 13-year-old boy that keeps his messy room in the dark corners of many people’s minds (be they male or female). He hungers and lusts for the thrills and excitement that uncork the sweet trickle of dopamine that makes our lives that bit more bearable and promising.

At a time when more movies are being produced than ever before and in a utopia of instant gratification, facilitated by the internet, it seems that there...