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Indiana Jones 4
Who? Harrison Ford old, Shia LaBeouf greasy, Karen Allen mumsy, Cate Blanchett bobbed, Ray Winstone Ray Winstoney Background: Close to twenty years, it took. Nearly two full decades, apparently, to perfect a script. To gather its peerless troupe of main players, to synchronise impossibly busy schedules and to hone a suitably astonishing final chapter to one of the greatest film franchises ever. Then 79 filming days to commit a genuine world cinematic event to celluloid: the fourth Indiana Jones movie. And what do we get? We’ll tell you. CGI gophers with surprised expressions, that’s what. Infantile, clunking dialogue. Green-screen sub-XBox action sequences. Elderly people kissing. The only human being ever to survive a nuclear detonation at point-blank range. Later, CGI monkeys with expressions. And your worst nightmares confirmed – aliens and flying saucers. Yes, it’s worse than you could possibly comprehend. A more stultifying disappointment, arguably, than The Phantom Menace. ...

MR START BOUTIQUE
A new menswear emporium is added to the stylish Start stable Some men shy away from the whole bespoke suit thing, believing that they e not smart enough for Savile Row. Well, I have two pieces of advice for the men among you who think like that: 1 Don be so daft: a trip to Savile Row, and the start-to-finish bespoke experience, should be a right of passage for every right-thinking man. 2 If you still can face Mayfair, then take yourself to the Mr Start bespoke boutique on Rivington Street in East London. The latest in the Start store stable, a business run by Woodhouse founder Phillip Start and his wife, former Fall member Brix Start-Smith who this Editor warmed to immediately due their shared love of pug dogs, Mr Start specialises in both bespoke and off-the-peg tailoring. And having spent a happy half hour wandering around this stylish space, I can confirm this would be one of the most relaxing, not to mention unstuffy, places to come for your first bespoke experience: comfy ...

Flashbacks Of A Fool
In an scene sure to delight blue-swimsuit lovers everywhere, Flashbacks Of A Fool opens with a flash of Daniel Craig’s naked form as he romps with not one but two nubile ladies, incongruously set to a soundtrack of Scott Walker’s “Jacques Brel”. But pleasures of the flesh aside, all is not well with Joe Scott Craig , a coke-snorting, wayward Hollywood actor whose age and behaviour makes him increasingly less hireable. After a heated meeting with his agent, Joe cools off in the Pacific Ocean. Cue the titular reminiscences, as the teenage Joe Harry Eden indulges in his own Seventies summer of love and eventual tragedy on the English coast, set to a toe-tapping soundtrack of Bowie and Roxy Music. Penned by writer/director Baillie Walsh for his friend Craig several years BB Before Bond, there’s a delicious irony in watching the latter send up the leading man reputation he now enjoys. Flashbacks has its flashes of brilliance, not least the scene in which the young Joe and his first love ...

Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Judd Apatow is justifiably being lauded as the saviour of mainstream American comedy. After the combined brilliance of The 40 Year Old Virgin, Knocked Up and Superbad, the man undeniably has the Midas touch. Following the relative misfire of Owen Wilson vehicle Drillbit Taylor, Apatow is back on top form here and anyone who cast doubt over his decision to cast Russell Brand in a leading role will be sorely disappointed. Against all odds, the louche Brit almost single-handedly walks away with the entire film. Long-term Apatow collaborator Jason Segal wrote the script and also plays leading man, Peter Bretter, who is unceremoniously dumped by the titular Sarah Marshall Kristen Bell, as seen in last month’s GQ. This being a Judd Apatow film, she dumps him as he stands there with his cock out one is obliged to use the Apatow vernacular when reviewing his films, don’t you know. To overcome the humiliation, Bretter heads to Hawaii only to find Miss Marshall holidaying in the same resort ...