It seems like Butler appears in every other bad movie that comes out, and Aniston’s presence in a film is usually a guarantee of a middling chick flick.
Casting the sufficiently lupine Del Toro in the title role seems right, and scenery-chewer Hopkins, who plays Wolfie’s estranged Victorian dad, is always good for an eye roll or two.
Forgive the boring title; the original 1986 miniseries—about a detective investigating the murder of his activist daughter—is revered in its native England with a passion usually reserved for Robbie Williams.
You may have seen the (literally) over-the-top trailer—the one in which a sweet-faced granny suddenly turns flesh-eating demon and starts crawling on the ceiling.
This postapocalyptic thriller from the Hughes Brothers looks like an amped-up, pulpier, possibly religious, Kung Fu cousin of the recent Cormac McCarthy adaptation The Road.
