Uncle Bill and Isao Tomita

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I’ll always be grateful to Uncle Bill. I grew up in a block of flats, surrounded by a lovely, close-knit set of neighbours and my favourite amongst them all was Bill Bartlett who, with his wife Connie, lived directly below us. Bill and Connie loved music, particularly Barry White, and they had a big sheepskin rug in front of their fireplace – which they always intimated they made love on while listening to the Walrus of Love.

Uncle Bill, as I affectionately called him, was a cultured man who introduced me to art, photography and music, he would help me with my homework and we would listen to jazz, soul and electronica. Isao Tomita’s Snowflakes Are Dancing (based on the work of Claude Debussy) was released in 1974 and Uncle Bill adored it, playing it endlessly as we sat on their balcony, flitting between my schoolwork and books of photography (and cheekily allowing me a cold glass of beer if it was a hot summer evening – I was about twelve or thirteen, these were different times).

Tomita, of course, was one of the pioneers of electronic music and a hugely influential and important figure in the worlds of  music, film and animation. He composed the theme song and incidental music for Osamu Tezuka’s animated television series Jangaru Taitei (Jungle Emperor), released in the West (albeit not with Tomita’s theme music) as Kimba, The White Lion. He also created music for films and television shows such as Catastrophe 1999, The Prophecies of Nostradamus (U.S. title: Last Days of Planet Earth), Zatoichi and Mighty Jack, and in the wake of Snowflakes Are Dancing, released a number of classically themed albums of electronica, including Igor Stravinsky’s The Firebird, Modest Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition, and Gustav Holst’s The Planets.

Uncle Bill passed away several years ago, having left a vast, indelible mark on my life, and now Isao Tomita, one of the pioneers of electronic music, has joined him. I hope the two of them are sharing a cold beer together, somewhere as warm and loved as the very special place they inhabit in my memories.

C’est la guerre – High Drama in Netflix’s Marseille

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Coming to the end of 25 years as mayor of Marseille, Robert Taro, played by Gerard Depardieu, is pulled into a war of succession by his formerly loyal protégé and deputy, Lucas Barres (Benoît Magimel), and the stage is set for a series of betrayals and revelations, with the criminal underworld of the city never far away.

Created by Dan Franck (author of both novel and screenplay of the movie, La Séparation), Marseille represents a big move for Netflix, as it’s their first globally high profile, native language show – a move to be unquestionably applauded – and so what kind of bang do we get for our Euro here?

Beginning and ending with Depardieu’s mighty frame snorting coke at the Stade Velodrome while Olympique de Marseille entertain the masses, like some debauched Roman emperor at the Coliseum, in between we’re treated to all manner of political and personal chicanery, leading to an ending which is all kinds of wonderfully over the top grand opera.

Depardieu just about manages to keep his character this side of sympathetic, but even after eight episodes it’s difficult not to feel that though he’s obviously having fun there’s nothing really stretching him, and needs a few big scenes with some salty dialogue to show what he’s really capable of.

Benoît Magimel, as the mayor’s seemingly loyal deputy, fares a little better, striding through the show trailing a mixture of charm, slime and grit but always managing to give us glimpses of the humanity beneath. Géraldine Pailhas and Stéphane Caillard as Taro’s wife and daughter respectively, are interesting but not massively fleshed out yet (a trait levelled against many of the supporting characters), it would be good to see both actors provided with a little more fire in their roles.

Netflix’s latest high profile drama series might lazily be described as a Gaelic House of Cards, but that would be doing both shows a disservice as each paints with a different palette. Franck’s show gives the city itself a richer identity, encompassing a more diverse social, economic and racial tapestry, which gives it a very distinct flavour to its network stablemate.

The show is atmospheric and engaging, unfortunately favouring style over substance, but when everyone is scheming, backstabbing and fucking with such glee it’s hard not to get wrapped up in the grimy fun. There might be nothing here we’ve not seen before, drama-wise, but the sheer French-ness of it all makes it an utterly compelling divertissement. And the show is likeable enough to hope that a second season might fill out the charming flesh on display and put a little more meat on the bones.

Unlike the French national anthem there’s nothing particularly revolutionary in Marseille, but it’s all done with such beaucoup de gusto that you won’t mind.

Pure filth – Thundercrack! (1975) Blu-ray review

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Imagine a film that mixes elements of Psycho, John Waters’ trash epics and Douglas Sirk melodramas and then ladles all that up with lashings of full-on, 1970s moustached and hairy-assed porn. The existence of Curt McDowell’s Thundercrack!, the infamous 1975 perverted noir underground comedy means you don’t have to imagine such a beast.

Thundercrack! became my very own Moby Dick (pun very much intended) when British customs officials seized the print of the film on both occasions I attempted to see it at London’s Scala Cinema in the mid/late 1980s (or at least that’s what we were told by management, maybe it was just a bit of good, old fashioned carny huckstering), but now anyone can indulge themselves in the comfort of their own home with Synapse Films’ 40th anniversary blu-ray edition.

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When a disparate group of strangers are stranded at the old, dark house of a bereaved and off-her-rocker widow, the stage is set for a deranged psychodrama of extraordinary proportions and a night of psychological game-playing and rampant sex ensues. Men, women, dildos, penis pumps, vegetables and escaped circus animals engage in down and dirty shenanigans, with pubes and cum filling the screen and making sure you’ll never look at a cucumber in the same way again. Mix all this with pickled brains in jars, death by locust, the fear of girdles, the curse of enlarged testicles and some wonderful, feverish storytelling and lighting effects and you know you’re witnessing something unique and unforgettable.

Pitched at a constant, heightened state of near-hysteria, the film is full of cracked performances and hilarious, ripe monologues (delivered even in the midst of blowjobs), and the sheer, joyful tastelessness of this perfect parody leaves you in no doubt that Thundercrack! was never intended for the dirty mac brigade but rather as an almost artistic attempt to push some boundaries for the more imaginative (not to mention brave) viewer.

Synapse worked closely with the director’s sister (and one of the film’s stars) Melinda McDowell, for this anniversary edition and the effort shows. It’s a beautifully put together disc, with the film looking and sounding as good as it’s ever likely to, and packed with a gaggle of great extra features including a documentary, a director’s commentary (taken from audio interviews) and outtakes from the film. Really, it’s a miracle that we would ever live to see this film treated with such respect and care on home video.

I worried that there was no way this film could possibly live up to almost thirty years of expectations. I’m happy to say that McDowell and company proved me wrong, shocked me on the sofa and left me feeling delighted, entertained… and grimy as hell.

Hello dolly – The Boy (2016)

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An American nanny on the run from a difficult recent past takes a job at a secluded English manor house and is as disturbed as the viewer to discover that the boy she has been hired to look after is in fact, a doll, which might not be as lifeless as she first thinks.

The Walking Dead’s Lauren Cohan, as the unfortunate nanny, is a strong presence and gives a very likeable central performance, surrounded as she is by only a small handful of other characters. Cohan hits her beats perfectly, remaining nicely sympathetic and thankfully never tipping into annoying hysteria as events build around her.

William Brent Bell directs with some genuinely creepy sequences and at a lovely, measured pace, in a style not often afforded to modern horror films. In fact The Boy has the feel of a higher budgeted Hammer House of Horror episode that makes for an enjoyable viewing, for the first three quarters of the running time at least.

Of the film’s weaknesses, and there a few, the reliance on dream sequences is unnecessary and unfortunate, since the rest of the film seems smart enough to have avoided such tired clichés, and there’s a wonderful feeling of English quirkiness in the first act, in fact downright weirdness, that I wish had been continued through the rest of the film. At one point I could imagine it becoming become a particularly mordant episode of The League of Gentlemen, commenting on the phenomenon of ‘reborn’ dolls.

Finally, the third act revelation is a major let down – even involving one character pulling a stunt so groan-inducing it seems difficult to believe no one vetoed it in the editing room – as events suddenly lurch into slasher-film territory and sabotage the good will built up by the previous eighty minutes.

It’s a shame, because had the story stuck to its guns this could have been a highly effective chiller, built mostly around restraint and atmosphere. Instead, the final twist left me shrugging and rolling my eyes… which at least is appropriate to the film’s final shot, I guess.

There’s enough good stuff here to make me interested in whatever director Bell does next, as this might have been an excellent addition to both horror sub-genres of spooky doll and child ghost movies, but sadly this toy story doesn’t have legs to stand on.

Poster love – The Neon Demon

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I’ll put my hands up and admit that I get buzzed for pretty much anything coming from the beautiful and obtuse sensibilities of Nicolas Winding Refn, so it’s no surprise that I’m excited about the new poster for his forthcoming film, The Neon Demon.

Just like the recently released trailer, this looks gorgeous and has me chomping at the bit to see the film, which stars Elle Fanning as a young model entering the vampiric world of Hollywood. Little else is known about the plot right now (other than it features an exceptionally strong female cast), but at the very least it’s guaranteed to be a visual feast.

The Neon Demon will premiere in competition at the imminent Cannes Film Festival.

Source: Birth.Movies.Death.

What The Devils is Wrong with Warner Bros.?

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It’s easy to understand why Warner Bros would allow Ken Russell to film a lavish adaptation of Aldous Huxley’s book, The Devils of Loudon. It’s less easy to understand why the studio that produced the film seems so reluctant for audiences to see it today.

Russell rode the incredible wave of British film directors that still impresses today, along with the likes of Nicolas Roeg, Tony Richardson and Lindsay Anderson. So, coming fresh off the success of Russell’s adaptation of D H Lawrence’s Women in Love for United Artists in 1969, with critical praise, good box office and an Academy Award (for Best Actress, Glenda Jackson), Warner Bros were keen to climb on-board the Russell train. When Russell pitched the idea to make his screenplay – originally written for U.A. before they pulled out of the project, based partly on Huxley’s book from 1952 and partly on the 1960 play The Devils by John Whiting – the studio agreed to give the project the greenlight.

The book, play and Russell’s film, all dramatise real life events that took place in Loudon, France, in the 17th century. Cardinal Richelieu and Louis XIII were attempting to stem the power of Protestant towns such as Loudon, and found themselves in conflict with the town’s very earthly priest, Father Grandier, and decided to turn to their advantage a series of supernatural possessions which seemingly afflicted the town’s Ursuline convent, presided over by the sexually obsessed Sister Jeanne des Anges.

Russell delivered a bold, profound and outrageous movie, with astonishing set design from Derek Jarman, a dissonant score from Peter Maxwell Davies and blistering performances from stars Oliver Reed, as Grandier, and Vanessa Redgrave, as Sister Jeanne.

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The studio’s love affair with film and director ended harshly. Both the British Board of Film Censors and Warner Bros. itself demanded heavy cuts for its sexual, violent and religious content before granting an ‘X’ certificate in the UK and further drastic cuts were inflicted by the studio for the film’s release in the USA. The publicity for its American release clearly showed the studio’s discomfort over the film, defensively exclaiming, “The Devils is not a film for everyone” on posters and in trailers. This severely truncated edit would be the only version deemed acceptable by the studio for the following decades, at least in the countries where it wasn’t already banned. In fact, the film has not received an official release on home video in the U.S.A. since a VHS issue in 1995.

In 2002, journalist/broadcaster Mark Kermode (who cites as influence an important article by Tim Lucas detailing the various cuts imposed on then extant home video versions of The Devils, from the September 1996 issue of  Video Watchdog magazine) uncovered footage cut from the film that had long been considered lost, including the infamous Rape of Christ sequence (in which the hysterical nuns sexually assault a statue of Christ), and in 2004 a restoration of the film reinstated much of this footage. Over the next few years, this fullest, uncensored version ever assembled since Russell’s original cut in 1971 was shown to great acclaim on many occasions at public screenings around the world, with the hope that Warner Bros would respond to the call for an official release.

After much negotiation with Warner Bros., the British Film Institute was allowed to release a disc of The Devils in 2012. Despite having access to the 2004 restoration however, Warner Bros refused to hand over any original film materials for a new high definition transfer and instead presented the BFI with a digi-beta tape of the original British X certificate version, meaning they could only release the 1971 cut and only on DVD.

Hell on Earth: The Desecration and Resurrection of The Devils, the Paul Joyce documentary presented by Mark Kermode that had screened on the UK’s Channel 4 in 2002 complete with the Rape of Christ sequence, was included on the disc’s supplementary features. Warner Bros refused permission for the sequence to be used at all on the disc and so even the documentary had to be cut. The uncut version of the documentary remains viewable on YouTube as of this writing, and despite being hobbled by Warner Bros, the features-packed disc remains an essential purchase. These bizarre restrictions certainly raise the questions of why Warner Bros would not furnish the BFI with appropriate materials, and why the studio still considers the Rape of Christ sequence off limits.

In May of 2013 I screened the X certificate cut of The Devils to a full house at my own Dave’s Movie & Music Nights in Volda, Norway and I’m proud to say that in over four years of screenings I have never seen an audience quite so affected by a film. Afterwards people stayed in their chairs, wanting to process what they had just seen, eager to discuss it. Certainly, they were shocked by the film, but they were also astonished, moved and stimulated by it. And this rather, is the point here: The Devils is not a film you can watch passively, love it or hate it this is a film which invites (…actually, demands) a reaction from the audience. Once viewed, it will not easily be forgotten. Can we ask more from a film?

Not long after the screening, while discussing the film with Russell’s last wife, Lisi Tribble (who had written a beautiful and personal introduction for me to read to attendees) the idea was hatched between us to start a campaign to help secure a release of the restored, uncensored director’s cut.

With Mrs Russell’s blessing and active participation, we have managed to get a number of high profile organisations, culture sites, directors, producers and writers to support the campaign on social media, tweeting and retweeting the hashtag #FreeTheDevils and generally voicing their wish for the film to be released. The campaign page on Facebook, Free Ken Russell’s The Devils, now has almost four and a half thousand followers.

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In October 2015, a high profile screening of a beautiful 35mm print of The Devils took place at the Egyptian Theatre in Los Angeles, as part of Beyond Fest, to a sold out and hugely appreciative audience who were treated to an introduction and Q & A session by director and campaign supporter, Bernard Rose (Candyman, Immortal Beloved, etc.).

Rose is hardly alone in his love for The Devils; Guillermo Del Toro has spoken publicly and forcefully on many occasions on his lack of comprehension at Warner’s stonewalling. At a 2014 masterclass given by Del Toro in Toronto, the director said of the film’s lack of availability, “It’s not an accident. It’s not because of lack of demand. It’s a true act of censorship. It’s extremely blatant,”

While the film is challenging and divisive, it also inspires great passion in those who see the sincerity and anger of the film’s themes, and the humour and boundless creativity at work.

With a film that clearly inspires such depth of feeling and such a vocal following, why then does Warner Bros make such harsh demands on the few home video releases it receives? Why do they not recognise the commercial possibilities in a respectful release? If it is true they hold their film in such disregard, why not license it out to a boutique label such as Criterion or Arrow to release?

Of course there are many films still awaiting release on home video in any form, but The Devils is not some half-forgotten B film with a handful of cult movie fans clamouring for its release, it is instead a prestige production from one of cinema’s most controversial and acclaimed directors. It seems bewildering that Russell’s film has received such spotty releases around the world, and remains virtually invisible in the USA.

Rumours persist that one or a number of Warner Bros executives were deeply offended by the film and its message in 1971, and that this remains at the core of the film’s relative lack of visibility over the years. If there is any truth to these rumours, that offense must have been powerful indeed, as few of the same executives still work at the studio. Of course, American culture still faces a great deal of resistance from its deeply fundamentalist states, so it is almost certain that Warner Bros is fearful of religious and moral opposition if they were seen to support Russell’s film, but this fact alone cannot account for their attitude.

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The strange truth is that Warner Bros has yet to make any kind of definitive public response or statement on the years of calls for the film to be released on home cinema in a manner accorded to its status. This silence naturally raises many questions on the reasoning behind Russell’s film receiving such poor treatment. For a studio to neglect a forgotten gem is hard enough to understand in this age of multiple digital platforms, but to wilfully ignore a bona fide classic that has such strong support is unforgivable.

When so many movies that hit the multiplexes today are bland, morally vacuous or assembled by corporate committees to sell lunchboxes and toys, Russell’s film should be lauded, now more than ever, as the extraordinary and extraordinarily powerful, fiercely intelligent and boundary breaking piece of work it is. The studio that made The Devils should not be ashamed of their production, but instead should celebrate it with the release of a prestige presentation in an optimum format.

It is time for Warner Bros to do right by their long neglected masterpiece, to show due respect to this wildest, most savage, outrageous and courageous work by one of cinema’s true and much missed original voices.

Written by Dave King

* This article originally appeared (in a slightly modified version) in Z filmtidsskrift magazine #1 (2016), translated into Norwegian by Ingrid Rommetveit, and the issue editor was Helene Aalborg

Oscar winner Vikander to Raid Tombs

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As an avowed non-gamer, I sometimes find it hard to get too fired up about news related to game-inspired properties, but this latest piece of casting has me genuinely excited.

Alicia Vikander, Oscar winner for The Danish Girl and one of the best things about the all round wonderful Ex Machina, has been cast as one of the most iconic of game characters, Lara Croft, Tomb Raider for the brand new Warner Bros reboot.

Last seen onscreen looking like Angelina Jolie (in 2001’s Lara Croft: Tomb Raider and 2003’s Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life) the new Croft, in the shape of the increasingly watchable Vikander, will join Norwegian director Roar Uthaug (The Wave) for this forthcoming adventure.

While the plot is currently still under wraps, rumours persist of a tale which will echo recent computer games of a younger Lara Croft (and Vikander’s casting seems to add weight to this).

The new Lara Croft has suddenly become a Person of Interest…

Source: The Hollywood Reporter

Brothers In Arms – Captain America: Civil War

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Acting as a direct sequel to both Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Avengers: Age of Ultron, Marvel Studio’s thirteenth film finds the characters in an intriguing position. It’s been impossible for the world not to notice the massive and terrible destruction which follows in the wake of their epic efforts to battle the forces of evil, and now a United Nations-dictated act is to be put into place which will regulate the actions of the heroes. Two factions form, each divided by strongly held beliefs over the ramifications of this act and battle lines are quickly drawn.

To say more would take away from the delicious pleasures of the film’s twisting narrative, but it’s enough to say that engaged viewers will be surprised and shocked at the way events unfold, in a sometimes brutal manner.

When this film was announced there were many who feared it would lose its identity as the third Captain America film and would instead act as a de facto Avengers 2.5, since it features not only many of the regular Marvel characters but also sees the introduction of two major new players to the Marvel Cinematic Universe – the Black Panther and of course, the Amazing Spider-Man.

I’m happy to report this is most definitely not the case. Remarkably, Marvel (headed up here by the increasingly effective team of Anthony and Joe Russo) have instead given us what could just be seen as their crowning achievement to date. Civil War is most definitely a Captain America film, but it’s also an Iron Man film and it’s also a film that’s very much part of Marvel’s incredible long-form narrative that’s been unfolding since 2008.

The regular Marvel actors seem to have simply glided into their roles here, everyone is just effortlessly great (though special mention must be made to Downey Jr, who brings a sharper edge to Tony Stark’s usual surface glib) and they are now joined by two characters set to be major players in Marvel’s future story arcs. Chadwick Boseman, as Black Panther, and Tom Holland as Spider-Man are completely kick-ass. Both hit the ground running and while some might fear that this film would be overcrowded with the introduction of two such important roles, instead they not only compliment the action but leave you wanting more.

As a major Spider-Man geek from an early age, I’ve been particularly on edge to see how Marvel will handle the character, having finally secured the rights for the first time in decades (which is a whole, twisting narrative of its own). Happily, every scene with both Spidey and Peter Parker (and there are a surprising amount of them) left me grinning from ear to ear, this is the wisecracking teenage hero I’ve been waiting to see for a long time. It’s a joy to see my beloved character back where he belongs, most definitely in good hands.

It’s impossible not to bring in Marvel’s Distinguished Competition at this point, since we’re still reeling from the recent cinematic onslaught from the rival comic company, DC (and Warner’s) Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.

While it might seem somewhat odd to compare and contrast between two films in a review, there are inevitable comparisons to be made here. In fact, since the two companies elected to open their films so closely to each other, practically taking part in their own cross-company head to head battle, it might be fair to say the comparisons are invited.

Batman v Superman is almost laughably dark, every second heaps on Sturm und Drang to a point where we become numb to it as viewers. The film struggles to tell even one coherent, human story over its bloated 151 minutes, neither Clark Kent nor Bruce Wayne receive any kind of identifiable arc, and the defining, climatic moment of the titular clash of their superheroic alter egos comes about because their mothers share the same name! The rest of the many characters fight to find their place in the narrative, and often seem dropped in purely to service plot mechanics (particularly in regards to the newer Justice League members, who felt embarrassingly like corporate product placement, no more intrinsic to the story than an appearance by a Samsung phone).

Civil War, both by comparison and in its own right, feels nuanced and balanced, an even more impressive feat when you realise how effortlessly it looks after so many characters and so many story threads. Improving over the somewhat top heavy Age of Ultron, the Russos (along with screenwriters Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely and, one imagines, the Marvel Studios brain trust) find a place and purpose for all of the characters on their chessboard, and do so with drama, humour and focus, never losing sight of what makes these characters work.

This really is first class storytelling and filmmaking that won’t alienate newcomers to the series but will massively reward regular followers of the ongoing Marvel narrative. It’s a remarkable feat of engineering, servicing the needs of the franchise in a way that feels mature and thoughtful, raising questions of heroism against vigilantism, and of the consequences of their actions.

In short, Civil War is a film that’s about something. Even a month or so later, I’m still not certain what the hell Zack Snyder and his crew were trying to say with their film, apart from announcing that we’re in for a slew of DC films. Where the DC film felt utterly mechanical, Marvel’s latest feels perfectly organic.

That the Russos achieve all this and still manage to tell a compelling human drama as the latest chapter of a story that has been unfolding for eight years not only delights but also bodes well for the filmmaking brothers handling the massive two-part Avengers – Infinity War which this latest phase of Marvel films is heading towards.

Captain America: Civil War is a lot of fun, it’s exciting, thoughtful and ambitious filmmaking, and further proof that Marvel’s careful landscaping is a bold adventure in brave, long-form narrative storytelling in a way we’ve never seen before. Civil War’s multiple threads work because we’ve been given time to come to know and care about the characters. From its pulse quickening opening to its heart-breaking denouement, Civil War is a triumph for the company.

Strap in and hold on tight, Marvel scores again!

*And in the spirit of Marvel’s post-credit scenes, I should warn you that you might want to stay until the very end…

The Magnificent Seven ride again. Again.


While there are many valid arguments to be made as to whether John Sturges’ 1960 classic Western, The Magnificent Seven needed to be remade, the fact is it has been and the just released trailer is a lot of fun.

Antoine Fuqua has lined up a very intriguing cast including Denzel Washington, Chris Pratt, Ethan Hawke, Vincent D’Onofrio and Lee Byung-hun, and this first teaser rests heavily on the not-inconsiderable charms of Washington and Pratt (let’s hope the director finds the Pratt sweet spot as seen in Guardians of the Galaxy, rather than the unlikeable clod of Jurassic World).

Sturges’ original was itself a remake of course, taking inspiration from Akira Kurosawa’s 1954 slice of genius, The Seven Samurai, so it’s difficult to get too hot under the collar at this tale getting yet another run around the corral. It remains to be seen if this latest version can also inspire a science-fiction remake (cf. 1980’s Battle Beyond the Stars), just to make the whole cycle nicely reductive.

Meanwhile you can look forward to this iteration hitting both IMAX and non-IMAX screens (i.e. normal screens) in September.

AMC IMAX Captain America: Civil War poster exclusives!

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I have quite a few regular readers based in the USA, so if you’re planning to see the beginning of Marvel Studios’ Phase Three, Captain America: Civil War in IMAX, then AMC Theatres have given an added incentive to get you to spend your hard-earned dollars with them.

Much like the recent Star Wars The Force Awakens posters, AMC are offering a selection of three posters featuring art by Matt Ferguson dropped at their IMAX locations, one each across three consecutive Sundays, starting on May 8th.

Advance word of mouth is through the roof on this third Captain America film, which not only launches a new phase of Marvel films (leading up to the two part, Avengers: Infinity War) but also sees the long awaited introduction of The Amazing Spider-Man to the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the shape of British actor, Tom Holland. These posters are sure to become much sought after.

No word yet as to whether these AMC exclusives will be available elsewhere, so keep your eyes peeled.

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