Tuesday, June 30, 2026

CITIZEN VIGILANTE (2026)

Film review by Hank Somerset (guest reviewer)

Written, produced, photographed, and directed by Uwe Boll


I don't usually watch a bad film all the way through, but I felt I had to with this one. Thanks to the intervention of Elon Musk, everyone on the planet now knows about the latest film from the infamous writer/director Ewe Boll, often described as the worst director on the planet. I'd never seen any of his previous output, but felt I needed to see what all the fuss was about.
It's utter garbage.

Badly written, badly acted, badly directed, and a total joke.
An entitled, uncharismatic, multi-millionaire psycho (with a face like a smacked arse) goes around telling off fare-dodging kids on buses (why is he on a bus in the first place? We don't know), then breaking their arms in broad daylight, in an open green space, and telling them off again.
He also manages to kill a variety of utter scumbags (mainly black immigrants) whilst making repetitive statements, about bad politicians and bad Muslims, recorded on video (presumably to go on YouTube). We're shown a montage of cheery folk praising him online (nobody is critical). The police track him down (we're not told how) and a whole SWAT team are murdered by machine guns, weilded by our constipated vigilante from inside a big metal box. Blood everywhere, cartoonish images of exploding heads all add to the orgasmic effect. He then escapes (how? The house is surrounded by police in tanks), and he even leaves an explosive booby trap to finish off anybody daring to help the wounded. But why? Why murder police officers? 
We also see him visiting a prostitute in a building that he owns, yet he's more concerned about the damp ceiling and crumbling brickwork.

Yes, he does look cool. But, so does a kettle. Or a toaster.

Armie Hammer is a decent actor, and looks very cool in his black roll neck, and long black coat (Boll originally called the film 'The Dark Knight' until Warner Bros came a calling). But, he's given no character, no moments of introspection, or dialogue that's remotely realistic. He's a monotone mouthpiece, with zero empathy for anybody. There's a terrible, boring scene of pure exposition where he talks about a deceased mother and a distant father, but that's it. Hammer delivers every single line as though he's on valium, or he's as bored as the viewer is. 
There are lots of shots of him in an empty room, playing with a huge collection of guns.
He kidnaps a judge, fakes his suicide, whilst ranting on and on about corruption in high places. He even forces an innocent driver off the road, in order to prove a point that most people are sheep and will crash and burn rather than make an illegal move into the wrong motorway lane!

Armie trashing his career.

The finale involves him visiting a Muslim family, again in broad daylight with no disguise, whose son is out on bail for a gang rape of a 14 year old girl. The father spouts excuses about the boy's age, and insists he's being taught Muslim values. Armie shoots the boy in the knee, then orders him to invite all the other bailed rapists around to the flat. As they arrive, they are all shot dead. The actors are all pretty terrible, and never appear to be very concerned about the psycho in their badly decorated lounge. When the mum and daughter chip in with insults about white girls "asking for it", they too are shot dead.
There's a lot of blood. A lot.

It's cheap. It's nasty. It's incredibly amateur. Hammer, already ostracised from Hollywood for dubious personal problems, has made a truly terrible choice in taking this role on. He'll be a hero to deranged extremists, but I doubt any half decent filmmaker will touch him with a loaded bargepole.

Yes, there's a huge crime problem in society. Yes, there are problems with illegal migrants. But, all those issues can be addressed much more effectively than this garbage. This film makes Michael Winner's 'Death Wish' look like Shakespeare. All it's done is wind up everybody. But, in Ewe Boll's world, exploitation means money.
Shameful.

TRANSMISSION/THE SMITHS LTD

The Live Rooms, Chester

Review by Brian Gorman 


On a sweltering night at Chester’s premier live music venue, The Live Rooms, we have tributes to two of the most iconic indie bands of the 1980s; Joy Division and The Smiths. With a capacity crowd, the atmosphere effectively wrenched us right back to the heyday of claustrophobic, hot, sweaty indie gigs.

Transmission are celebrating their 20th anniversary, performing the music of the legendary post punk band Joy Division. With their recent inauguration into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, an upcoming multi cd of live performances, plus the stage show ‘New Dawn Fades’ touring again this autumn, Joy Division’s popularity grows and grows. Songs from the two studio albums ‘Unknown Pleasures’ and ‘Closer’ are characterised by haunting, melancholic, brooding, and often terrifying sounds, coupled with the esoteric and enigmatic lyrics of doomed front man Ian Curtis.
In contrast to The Smiths Ltd, there is no attempt to recreate the onstage personalities of the original band members; Transmission concentrate purely on delivering the sound, and it’s an absolute triumph. Paul Tibbetts handles vocal duties and lead guitar, delivering every song perfectly.  His focus and concentration are 100%. Kicking off with the solid, hard rocking ‘Shadowplay’, Transmission have the audience tightly in their grip, and they never let go.


 Apart from the odd “Hello, Chester” and “Come on England!” (there’s a world cup match, following tonight’s show), Transmission allow the music to speak for itself, and one song segues into another with barely a breath taken. Joy Division’s one and only hit, the hugely popular ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ is a standout, with even the quieter audience members springing into life, and singing along with the rousing chorus.
Finishing with their namesake song, ‘Transmission’, the band end on a real high.


After a short break, allowing us all to get a breath of much-needed fresh air outside, The Smiths Ltd make their dramatic entrance to ‘Dance Of The Knights’ by Prokofiev (also known as the theme to TV’s ‘The Apprentice’). It’s a suitably theatrical introduction, as the crowd go wild when ‘Morrissey’ waltzes on to the stage. Johnny Turner as the great man is simply amazing; in looks and body language he is spot on. We are even treated to the sharp, irreverent little quips, such as “Are you enjoying yourselves?” to which the audience scream “Yes!”, leading to our man waving a dismissive hand, saying “Wrong answer”.
First up is the frighteningly appropriate ‘Panic’, which has the audience singing and dancing along to. Turner has Morrissey’s voice off to a tee, and the crowd are truly in awe. Next there’s the equally appropriate ‘Shoplifters Of The World Unite’, yet another timeless classic that the audience seem to know word for word. Unlike Joy Division, The Smiths have a large back catalogue of hit records, and the lyrics are very widely known.


‘Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want’ is delivered beautifully, and the raw emotion of this profoundly delicate song slams home. Every song is sung along to with great gusto, and the cult/spirit of Steven Patrick Morrissey is with us, tonight. Flowers are thrown on stage, gladioli are waved, and our ever-voguing front man embodies the very essence of bohemian splendour. Of course, the final song has to be ‘How Soon Is Now’, which has a magnificently awe-inspiring vibe, and holds the audience spellbound.
This is a formidable double bill, showcasing two completely different bands from the same era. Both have cult followings, and are hugely influential. Transmission have the melancholy, deeply personal lyrics of Ian Curtis (who committed suicide before the release of Joy Division’s second album), which are truly disturbing and often terrifying. In complete contrast, The Smiths Ltd have Morrissey’s deceptively sweet, naive, simplistic (yet razor sharp) songs which are genuinely uplifting (as long as you don’t study the words too closely).
Surprisingly, the audience had a good share of very young people, who were enjoying both bands just as much as their fellow, much older, fans. Very encouraging indeed!

Reviewed on Saturday 27 June

Originally published at https://www.thereviewshub.com/transmission-the-smiths-ltd-the-live-rooms-chester/#google_vignette

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

JOHN OTWAY & WILD WILLY BARRETT

Alexander's, Chester

18th June 2026

John Otway is something of a living legend. Often billing himself as “rock n roll’s greatest failure”, his shows are never anything less than entertaining, energetic, unique, and often brilliantly bizarre. A true British eccentric who, at the age of 73, shows absolutely no signs of slowing down.

Otway is a beloved musical icon, remembered mostly for his notoriously shambolic appearance on a live 1977 episode of the BBC’s ‘The Old Grey Whistle Test’. Making his debut TV appearance, alongside the more serious minded Wild Willy Barrett, the mismatched duo were halfway through a song when Otway proceeded to leap around the stage, and crash into a stack of heavy amplifiers, causing a power cut, and injuring himself in the nether regions.


Tonight, at the wonderfully atmospheric and cosy Alexander’s in Chester, Otway and Barrett (the elder, at 76) showed that the passing years have not diminished them (although, thankfully, Otway refrains from any improvised stage acrobatics.) They are a splendidly comedic duo, with wildly contrasting stage personas. Otway’s barely contained manic toddler, combined with Barrett’s world weary wizened old pro, are a potent mix. Playing mostly their own original songs, varying from simplistic teenage angst to raw unbridled pure rock, everything is delivered with genuine, heartfelt joy. Otway chats to the audience with gleeful familiarity, and the whole thing feels like a raucous family gathering. A particular, and popular Otway trademark is the ripping off of his shirt to reveal a scrawny, hirsute torso, with shirt buttons flying everywhere. For some old rockers this could be truly embarrassing and a little disturbing, but Otway’s childlike innocence is truly infectious, and the audience absolutely love him.


Barrett plays a variety of instruments superbly well, and even includes a great display of BAD playing, for comic effect. There is even the use of a specially adapted wheelie bin, (referred to as “the wah wah wheelie bin), harbouring an apparently home-made amplifier, plus assorted props. One of those props being an actual hand saw, which Barrett uses to violently hack through his guitar, whilst playing it! He then proceeds to take a hammer, and totally wreck the instrument, causing a mini whirlwind of splinters and dust. Otway often watches on with (apparently ) genuine fear and nervous apprehension.

Another Otway signature move is the wheeling on of his theremin, the odd looking electronic musical instrument activated by moving the air around it. This results in an unpredictable orgasmic display of shape throwing, and wildly waving arms to produce seriously eerie electronic wails and screeches. Otway looks like he’s having the time of his life, while Barrett stares at him like a thoroughly depressed headteacher. A surprise inclusion is the song ‘Two Little Boys’, originally made famous by a now disgraced TV entertainer. Otway sheepishly, and rather emotionally, explains that they decided to keep performing the song, in spite of it’s now notorious connections. Barrett, always the more thick skinned and straight talking, leaves us in no doubt as to what he thinks of the aforementioned entertainer! There’s a running gag about how much Barrett hates artifice, fake jollity, and particularly encores, and he is stone faced as Otway camply exits and quickly returns (it’s a very small stage, by the way), to perform the final songs. This is a pure display of hilariously effective artistic compromise.

There is even a set of highly amusing Bagpuss bagpipes, played by Barrett.

A wonderful and inspiring evening, with two genuinely offbeat eccentrics, who also happen to be superb musicians. Reviewed on 18th June.

First published at https://www.thereviewshub.com/john-otway-and-wild-willy-barrett-alexanders-chester/

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

MRS DALLOWAY



Storyhouse, Chester

Writer: Virginia Woolf

Adaptor/Director: Jen Hayes

This is a truly mesmerising, profound, original, and deeply moving production.

Adapted from the classic novel by Virginia Woolf, and directed by Jen Heyes, co-created with and starring Olivier Award-winning artist Kit Green, who effectively plays over a dozen demanding roles including Virginia Woolf herself.Movie Listings & Theater Showtimes Simon Kenny’s deceptively simplistic stage design, consisting of three huge projection screens, with a baby grand piano on one side, and a solitary green chair on the other, looks magnificent. The lighting by Phil Saunders creates a wonderfully cinematic atmosphere, working beautifully with the filmed sequences by Monika Koeck. This is part stage play, and part cabaret, with Green occasionally breaking character to address the audience as herself to comment on what we’ve just seen, and to prepare us for what’s to come. We are given performances of original songs by Green, who also plays piano, which is delivered beautifully and emotionally.


Before the house lights dip, Green appears in character as Mrs Dalloway, wandering along the front row of the audience to welcome us to her party. Throughout the play, the character of Dalloway’s downtrodden, acid-tongued housemaid often pops up to hilarious effect, a hybrid of EastEnders’ Dot Cotton and Catherine Tate’s Gran.Geographic Reference Green interacts with herself playing different characters on film, via an ingenious method involving front and back projection, including an additional smaller screen, that is smoothly rolled on and off the stage. The story takes us through a single day, traversing both June 1923 – and the present. Repressed socialite Clarissa Dalloway ambles across London, looking forward to her party, while shell-shocked war hero Septimus Smith desperately attempts to hold on to his rapidly unravelling sanity, plagued by horrific and traumatic memories. Their experiences follow a parallel track; mingling their vulnerable souls, and delicate physical and mental states. Stunningly effective use of drama, original live music, audience participation ( at one point, volunteers are brought on stage to play party games with Clarissa!), create an emotionally uplifting immersive experience. Mixing the drama and intensity of Woolf’s novel, with an in-the-moment, gloriously involving, 1960s style ‘happening’, make for a simply enchanting and deeply moving evening.Movies Woolf and Green, as her onstage representative, asks us penetrating questions about our individual place in the world, and what it is that makes us who we are. Kit Green is simply glorious, effectively seducing the audience, and powerfully portraying a woman gradually succumbing to entropy. The stepping out of character sequences could so easily backfire, and risk undermining the gravity of the more sensitive scenes. But, Green’s sheer force of personality, charisma, and deep understanding of the issues raised within the performance, work perfectly. The finale is incredibly emotional, soul-piercingly poignant, yet simultaneously uplifting and glorious. On a very warm, atmospheric summer’s evening in historic Chester, this is a truly astonishing theatrical experience.Literary Classics

Runs until 6 June 2026

Originally published on The Reviews Hub https://www.thereviewshub.com/mrs-dalloway-storyhouse-chester/

Q THE MUSIC - A JAMES BOND CONCERT SPECTACULAR

The William Aston Hall, Wrexham (13 June 2026)

As a lifelong fan of the James Bond movies (and the original Ian Fleming novels), I'd been wanting to see the highly-acclaimed 'Q The Music' orchestra for several years, now. Finally, the stars aligned, and I found myself heading over to Wrexham to see 'A James Bond Concert Spectacular' at The William Aston Hall.

This is a truly spectacular show, with an orchestra led by musical director and lead trumpeter Warren Ringham, plus a trio of superb vocalists dressed to the nines. Attention to detail was paramount, with carefully chosen projections played onto the auditorium walls, eliciting shivers up one's spine as I recognised motifs from several Bond movies; the undersea majesty of Thunderball, the outer space hijinx of Moonraker, and I'm sure I spotted a few rather suggestive triggers on the golden guns! The set design was also a delight, with a pair of huge golden pistols dominating, and what appeared to be large strips of ammunition, illuminated by sweeping searchlights and pulsating colours.

Warren Ringham

Miss Moneypenny herself, the very classy Caroline Bliss, was our host for the evening. A veteran of two 1980s Bond epics that featured Timothy Dalton as 007, she was the perfect choice to MC. Offering a few personal anecdotes from her time on the huge Pinewood Studios sound stages, along with nuggets of behind-the-scenes information on the early Connery films.


The show opened with a rip roaring rendition of the classic James Bond theme (the orchestration based on the cinema trailer music for 1995's Goldeneye), enthusiastically performed by lead guitarist Dan Booth, who resembled a young Pierce Brosnan. This segued perfectly into Marvin Hamlisch's invigorating 'Bond 77', that originally accompanied Roger Moore's classic ski chase in The Spy Who Loved Me. Drums and funky trombones to the fore, with guitar intervening with a superb, footstomping jazz interlude. All the main title songs from the 25 official movies were performed, with the stand outs being a cool, sensuous and powerful rendition of David Arnold's 'Surrender' (Tomorrow Never Dies) from vocalist Kerry Schultz, and a gloriously raunchy interpretation of 'The Man With The Golden Gun' sung by Rhiannon Porter in a slinky gold dress, accompanied by Booth.

Kerry Schultz

Matt Walker managed a stonking version of the powerful 'Thunderball' (originally belted out by Tom Jones), and excelled with 'The Writing's On The Wall' from Spectre. The latter performance eliciting a cheeky remark from Caroline Bliss, stating that Matt did a better job than original singer Sam Smith! The stage erupted into blinding white light, created by huge sparkler effects, during a gutsy 'Live And Let Die', while the quieter numbers were beautifully performed with heartfelt verve. John Barry's gorgeous 'You Only Live Twice' and the bittersweet 'We Have All The Time In The World' given total respect; the latter delivered with true emotion by Warren Ringham on trumpet. Kerry Schultz provided a wonderful finale, and equalled the iconic Gladys Knight, with an erotically soulful 'Licence To Kill'.

A truly cinematic experience, perfectly capturing the essence of James Bond, and his 'kiss kiss- bang bang' world.