Kill Me Three Times

Not a nice person in the bunch.

Everyone is up to no good in this brutally-funny Aussie crime thriller, which pits a pack of greedy, fairly stupid individuals against each other.

There are twists galore, and the film certainly owes a debt of gratitude to folks like the Coen brothers, who popularized the blood-spattered, wink-heavy shoot ’em up.

But it’s unique enough in its own twisted way, and features a great performance from Simon Pegg as a seedy private eye not above whackin’ folks to make ends meet.

He’s got guns, he’s got quips, he’s having a jolly old time.


What’s in the bunker?!?

One moment you think dear old dad was a pretty good guy, the next you’re having to clean up his well-hidden transgressions.

Life comes at you fast when you’re young, wealthy, and suddenly the heir to a lifetime of secrets.

Inheritance, while not a great film, is an entertaining one, pitting a captive Simon Pegg against a reeling Lily Collins in a game of “who do you trust?”

Constantly pulling the rug out from beneath us, the filmmakers keep us guessing (almost) to the end, offering up 111 minutes of cinematic Velveeta sliced nice and thick.


Step into my stylish spider-web.

Writer/director Vaughn Stein crafts a lush neo noir, anchored by a knockout performance from Margot Robbie as a woman with all sorts of secrets hidden behind half-smiles.

The restaurant where she works sits in the middle of a train station which resides, uneasily, in what seems like a fantasy mash-up of future and past.

It’s here Simon Pegg, a man with a terminal illness and secrets of his own, waits for his ride, while hit men and an odd janitor hang out in the shadows.

Try and guess where it’s all headed. I dare you.