Black Sabbath

No!
Not the Italian horror film, you bozos.  No, instead I refer to that - er - classic, "The Black Scorpion", a horror film that features the titular creature, except that it's of gigantic size.  Big as a house.
     Now, I realise that this is impossible, because there's a reason insects don't grow to that size, apart from the sheer terror that would be inflicted upon you humans.  For one, their respiratory system won't work if they get bigger than a badger, and their exoskeleton would collapse under the sheer weight.  Art?

Gravity 1: Giant Insect 0

     Okay, if we put cold hard science on the back burner, the climax of this - ahem - epic takes place between the Black Scorpion - no lack of imagination there, eh? - and the combined forces of the Mexican Army and Police force, plus a fire engine.  Good lord is that scorpion noisy!  It roars non-stop as it does battle with the tanks -

This is an M26

     - except that the only tank we see in real life is a feeble M5 Stuart, armed with a 37 mm popgun that would barely go through a sheet of tissue-paper, unlike the mighty M26.
     Now, the giant scorpion is killed by being electrocuted after being hit in it's only weak spot, the throat, with a harpoon wired into the national grid, which seems overly elaborate to this humble scribe.  Here's an idea - why not just shoot the weak spot?  If a harpoon will penetrate, an armour-piercing shell most certainly will.
     Now, today's title has a 16.6% chance of being correct, because the battle above has once chance in 7 of taking place on a Sunday, which is a Sabbath. 
     What's that?  You thought this was going to be about a heavy metal band that go by this name?  Pshaw!  You're making this up, and probably confusing and conflating it with Deep Purple, too.

                         Midget M5 versus mighty meaty metal monster M26
             
     Of course, I could be overthinking this ...

BOOJUM! Reviews Films
As we are wont to do.  In case you were expecting a detailed and factual analysis THE EXIT DOOR IS THAT WAY! <points to exit door> because we here at the blog believe in little except ridicule, mockery and insult when it comes to films.*  Essentially, we make it up as we go along.  If you don't like that THE EXIT DOOR IS THAT WAY! <doesn't bother pointing as that would be redundant>.  Let's roil.**

A professional film critic is unamused

"12 Strong":  12 strong what?  Men?  Women?  Blue-crested quaking vomit newts?  Or do they mean that the characters as portrayed on the poster are strong?  Well of course they are, that's what the army (whichever one it is) trains them to be!  Bafoons.
"Den of Thieves": I actually checked out the plot for this one, and it seems to be another variation of Cops and Robbers, with the script aiming to be cool and edgy by calling the thieves a "crew".  Gerald Butler plays a detective who seems straight out of the Big Book Of Scriptwriting Cliches, and in real life I'd expect him to be gracing a prison cell, because his behaviour is, frankly, not the best.  Ali Baba, you have so much to answer for.

Rum Baba.  Close enough.

"Finding Your Feet": Aaaand thank you, Coincidence Hydra. For whom did I happen to mention in yesterday's BOOJUM!?  Why none other than Timothy Spall.  No sooner do I look for - well, let Art tell a thousand words.  Art?

Where do I start?

     That's him, the piker, second from left.  After prising the Hydra's teeth from my nethers, I would like to point out that finding your feet is one of the easiest things extant: get hold of your knees and then head south and Hay Pesto!  Feet. So I can't see this having much of a plot, and I bet they drag it out to inordinate length, too.  Then there's that ridiculous "The Feel-good film of the year".
     THE YEAR HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!  We are at about 8% through the year.  This is a ridiculous claim to make, and besides, does it have big explosions in it?  Because that's what makes this humble scribe feel good.

Pickled cauliflower works, too

Finally -
Something has gone wrong with the weather - the mists have rolled away and Gomorrah on the Irwell (or Manchester, if you insist on being formal) no longer resembles a rather seedy Silent Hill.  There is sunshine!
     Which is bad.  Sunshine ages the skin.  We need to get that wonderful moisturising mist and rain back, quick smart.
     BOOJUM! - thoroughly perverse.

And yes, I am aware that the motley got off today without a little healthy torture.  I like to keep it guessing.  Just wait until tomorrow!

*  None of these come naturally and require practice.  LOTS of practice.
**  Like rolling, except more intense.