Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Cartwright reviews-it-all:
I would never have gone to Bar Red, except that the Kingly Club was closed for a private party last night. Bar Red is spectacularly blandly decorated, though they did pick the same Phillipe Starck chairs as favoured by Ian Schrager in his rather fantastically transparent bar at the Hudson. The design is otherwise strikingly un-contemporary, similar to the basement of Denim, where they used to film link segments for MTV UK in the late 90s. However there is a mitigating factor, that makes a visit very worthwhile: the cocktail list is astounding. It features a host of slick classics, plus perhaps fifty really unusual or even original drinks. There are some lowlights, in particular the £160 Black Amex champagne cocktail, however there are a stack of highlights. I picked a Newtons, which is a Tanqueray gin martini, with apple and apricot brandies, benedictine, and a splash of maple syrup. The GF picked a Honeydew Cooler, which bettered any melon cocktail I've ever tasted, except perhaps the Watermelon Martinis at Cape Town's Eclipse. I won't be whiling away the long summer nights at Bar Red, but I might just stop by again for a refresher during one of those "late-night-Thursday" shopping sprees.
Dawn of the Dead is the best remake ever. It rips up the rulebook to brilliantly rework the 1979 original. I give it 10/10 for sustained edge of the seat terror, and it must be a shoe-in for best make-up Oscar. The acting and character development barely improves on the Romero version, but that's irrelevent because you're too busy screaming and biting off your finger tips to care. It's a two hour romp of delightful blood spattered chainsaw wielding hilarity.
Zatoichi is totally bitching. Definitely Takeshi's best film since Hana-Bi. The CGI blood letting is truly beautiful. The tap dancing finale is beguiling. The Japanese mysticim is entrancing: "Even with my eyes wide open I can see nothing." Must see movie number two.
Splinter Cell 2 sucks. Yet again I'm left stumbling around in the dark, desperately trying to grapple the shadowy opponents to death, and accidentally shooting my buddies. I hate stealth games.
I would never have gone to Bar Red, except that the Kingly Club was closed for a private party last night. Bar Red is spectacularly blandly decorated, though they did pick the same Phillipe Starck chairs as favoured by Ian Schrager in his rather fantastically transparent bar at the Hudson. The design is otherwise strikingly un-contemporary, similar to the basement of Denim, where they used to film link segments for MTV UK in the late 90s. However there is a mitigating factor, that makes a visit very worthwhile: the cocktail list is astounding. It features a host of slick classics, plus perhaps fifty really unusual or even original drinks. There are some lowlights, in particular the £160 Black Amex champagne cocktail, however there are a stack of highlights. I picked a Newtons, which is a Tanqueray gin martini, with apple and apricot brandies, benedictine, and a splash of maple syrup. The GF picked a Honeydew Cooler, which bettered any melon cocktail I've ever tasted, except perhaps the Watermelon Martinis at Cape Town's Eclipse. I won't be whiling away the long summer nights at Bar Red, but I might just stop by again for a refresher during one of those "late-night-Thursday" shopping sprees.
Dawn of the Dead is the best remake ever. It rips up the rulebook to brilliantly rework the 1979 original. I give it 10/10 for sustained edge of the seat terror, and it must be a shoe-in for best make-up Oscar. The acting and character development barely improves on the Romero version, but that's irrelevent because you're too busy screaming and biting off your finger tips to care. It's a two hour romp of delightful blood spattered chainsaw wielding hilarity.
Zatoichi is totally bitching. Definitely Takeshi's best film since Hana-Bi. The CGI blood letting is truly beautiful. The tap dancing finale is beguiling. The Japanese mysticim is entrancing: "Even with my eyes wide open I can see nothing." Must see movie number two.
Splinter Cell 2 sucks. Yet again I'm left stumbling around in the dark, desperately trying to grapple the shadowy opponents to death, and accidentally shooting my buddies. I hate stealth games.
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