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Heathers | DVD | (10/10/2005)
from £14.99 | Saving you £-19.00 (-317.20%) | RRP
At Westburg high you're either a Heather or a nobody. Heather Chandler Heather McNamara and Heather Duke are the coolest of the cool. Veronica Sawyer is also part of the powerful Heathers clique and is the best friend of Heather Chandler. She is the reigning crown princess of Westburg and the most ruthless of all the Heathers. Life here is no game it's a full-scale war for popularity! Veronica is soon disgusted by the cruel peer politics imposed by the Heathers and looks for a way to escape their petty power plays. Along comes the mysterious new kid in school Jason Dean who offers Veronica the perfect solution to end the tyranny of the Heathers. Their meeting was destiny their love has a body count... Heathers manages to successfully mix deliciously dark comedy with a strong positive message about dealing with teenage traumas; teen angst has rarely been this funny or poignant.
Kenny | DVD | (21/01/2008)
from £19.99 | Saving you £-18.99 (-635.10%) | RRP
From the biggest festival to the smallest church social Kenny Smyth delivers porta-loos to them all. Ignored and unappreciated he is one of the cogs in society's machinery; a knight in shining overalls taking care of business with his faithful 'Splashdown' crew. Follow Kenny as he tackles evry septic challenge that comes his way culminating in a pilgrimage to that mecca of waste management the International Pumper and Cleaner Expo in Nashville tenessee - or as Kenny affectionately calls it ""Poo HQ"". With fly on the wall honesty and wit 'Kenny' lifts the lid on one of Australia's roughest diamonds as he juggles family tensions fatherhood and sewage with charm humour and unflinching dignity.
Tropic Thunder (3-Disc Directors Cut) | DVD | (26/01/2009)
from £22.49 | Saving you £4.50 (16.70%) | RRP
It's not really a knock to say that nothing in Tropic Thunder is funnier than its first five minutes, so sly that--especially for people watching in theaters--you don't realise right away they are the opening minutes of the movie. This outrageous comedy begins with a series of fake previews, each introducing one of the main characters in the film-proper (not that there's anything proper about this film) and each bearing the familiar logo of a different motion picture studio: Universal, DreamWorks SKG, et al. Such playing fast and loose with corporate talismans verges on sacrilege, but it's an index of how much le tout Tinseltown endorses the movie as a demented valentine to itself. The premise is that the cast of a would-be "Son of Rambo" movie shooting in some Southeast Asian jungle get into a real shooting war with drug-smuggling montagnards. Don't ask--though the movie does have an answer--why such highly paid, usually ultra-pampered personnel as superhero Tugg Speedman (Ben Stiller), Mozart of fart comedy Jeff Portnoy (Jack Black), hip-hop artist Alpa Chino (Brandon T. Jackson), and five-time Oscar-winner Kirk Lazarus from Aus-try-leeah (Robert Downey Jr.) should be running through the jungle unattended and very vulnerable. It matters only that the real-life cast has a high time kidding their own profession and flexing their comedic muscles. Bonus points go to Stiller for co-writing the script (with Justin Theroux) and directing, and to Downey, brilliant as a white actor surgically turned black actor for his role and utterly committed to staying in character no matter what ("I don't drop character till I done the DVD commentary"). Be warned: The movie, too, is committed--to being an equal-opportunity offender. Its political incorrectness extends not only to Lazarus's black-like-me posturing but also Speedman's recent, Sean Penn–style Oscar bid playing a cognitively challenged farmboy--or, in Lazarus's deathless phrase, "going the full retard." Others in the cast include Steve Coogan as a director out of his depth, Nick Nolte as the Viet-vet novelist whose book inspired the film-within-the-film, Matthew McConaughey as Speedman's sun-blissed agent back home, and Tom Cruise--bald, fat-suited, and profane--as an epically repulsive studio head. Two hours running time is a mite excessive, but otherwise, what's not to like? --Richard T. Jameson