Film Reviews by Alphaville

This third entry in the Fallen series is less spectacular than the first two because this time Gerard is on the run rather than fighting destruction and chaos. Apparently everyone involved wanted something different. Mistake. This lacks the dynamic of the first two films. Even worse is a different director (Ric Roman Waugh) who uses a hand-held camera to film too close-in on the action, which is then over-edited into a visual mess.

Things do improve as the film progresses, with some surprises along the way (as long as you avoid the trailer and tell-all reviews). And there is some satisfying action towards the end, if not on the scale of the first two superior films. It’s nearly all ruined again by a puerile end-credits coda, but for the most part Gerard holds the film together and it makes an enjoyable watch.

This dire film, shot on the cheap in Romania, is one of the most badly directed westerns you’ll ever Fast Forward through. Often composed in giant close-ups so that not even a whole face can be seen, and often with no score to make up for lack of drama, this is just awful. To say it’s made for tv would be to overpraise it.

Like most second-rate Hong Kong martial arts films, most of this is ridiculous and boring. What’s Michelle Yeoh doing playing an assassin called Drizzle in tosh like this? To mislead punters, the usually reliable John Woo is credited on the DVD cover as co-director, but in the film’s credits he’s listed only as producer. The plot is nonsense, the acting irrelevant and the arbitrary fight scenes shot too close-in and over-edited. The whole film is a mess.

A would-be creepy film about a guy who sees ghosts. Some excellent films of this nature have come out of Asia but this South Korean effort isn’t one of them. With nothing more than atmosphere to maintain interest, it’s slow, uninvolving and never delivers.

If you like films such as Arctic and The Revenant you’ll like this, based on a true story. In WW2 the last survivor of a 12-man sabotage mission has to cross Arctic Norway to Sweden. He only has one boot, has been shot in the toe and nasty Nazis are after him. There are some terrific scenes. One pays homage to North By North-West as a plane strafes him while he’s skiing across a snowfield and starts an avalanche. Other scenes will make you squirm, especially when he has to amputate a gangrenous toe. The climactic scene is spectacular and barely believable were it not for a caption at the start of the film telling us that ‘the most incredible events are the ones that actually took place’. AVOID THE TRAILER so as not to spoil the surprise (why do they keep putting spoilers in trailers?)

It would be a 5-star film were it not for two problems. At 130 minutes it could do with some pruning. Of course, it’s difficult to cut out characters who actually existed, but our hero’s adventures do become a bit repetitive at times. However, the main problem is the edit. The story is told in flashback, so we know from the start that he will survive and that his 11 companions won’t. This takes the sting out of some of the drama. Even the Nazi attack on the boat carrying the men to Norway is only shown in flashback near the end of the film, so it’s only then that we understand why he only has one boot. Telling the story in linear fashion would add extra drama to it. Nevertheless, this is a film that is both thrilling and amazing.

A franchise spin-off for fanboys only. Cartoonish biffing and bashing, contrived messy over-edited action scenes, pseudo-cool funk and rap score, pointless talkie scenes to space out the runtime to 130 minutes, schoolboy dialogue. There are even a few car cashes (now that’s novel) and a vomit-inducing ditty over the end-credits. In other words, it’s as unwatchable as the main franchise.

Set in 1969, this is a feast of nostalgia for baby boomers but lacks focus as a drama. It owes too much to one of Tarantino’s favourite 60s films – Jacques Demy’s ‘The Model Shop’, which has a similar lack of plot to drive the movie forward. The two leads at its heart – fading star Leonardo DiCaprio and his stuntman Brad Pitt – are too one-dimensional to hold the viewer’s interest. This results in a patchwork of episodes, most of which go nowhere.

That’s not to say there are no standout scenes here. Damian Lewis is a hoot in a cameo as Steve McQueen. Brad has a rollicking fight with Bruce Lee and his visit to the Manson compound pulsates with tension. Sharon Tate goes to the cinema to watch herself in The Wrecking Crew – a scene made powerful because we know what’s going to happen to her (the viewer’s knowledge of the events of 1969 is taken for granted).

But just when the film’s beginning to grab, Tarantino ruins it all again in the third act with a voiceover that pointlessly describes everything we’re seeing on screen. And yet… turnabout again with a final outburst of violence that is more unexpected and powerful than you might imagine. All told, there’s some really good stuff here, but it could have been so much better with a tighter script.

Another ho-hum instalment in the franchise. It’s a competent re-working of the usual hokum, long on cgi and short on anything that will make you care two hoots about superheroes and supervillains who fight each other yet again. Phoenix can fly and only has to raise a palm in someone’s direction to send them flying too, so nothing new here.

The plot retreads the standard story arc so expect the usual superhero soul searching and climactic bash. Bland Sophie Tucker isn’t up to investing her lead character with any charisma and there’s even a female baddie called Vuk (make up your own jokes). Any plus points? Hans Zimmer’s orchestral score is less annoying than usual.

This miserable little Irish film, shot mainly in dingy interiors so dark you can barely see what’s happening, is a travesty of a Western. Right from the beginning, when it opens with a funeral and a sermon by a hellfire preacher in a dingy church, you know it’s going to be more concerned with setting a downbeat naturalistic tone than satisfying a paying audience. It will make any Western fan (indeed any film fan) want to put their foot through the screen. The fact that Irish writer/director Ivan Kavanagh has won awards on the film festival circuit adds to arthouse cinema’s increasingly bad name.

A coming-of-age film about two teenage girls growing up in Georgia (the country, not the US state) in 1992. If you’re looking for another Mustang, forget it. This is the polar opposite of that brilliant film. Based on an autobiographical script by one of the directors, this is social realism filmed as documentary. Nothing much happens with zero cinematic style. The trailer misleadingly tempts prospective viewers with a gun, but you’ll be bored stiff long before that puts in an appearance.

Based on a comic, this is a let-down in nearly all departments. Poorly plotted, acted and directed, it’s full of dire talkie scenes that go nowhere. Even most of the action scenes fail to convince as our impassive floppy-haired (aren’t they always?) hero fights off all-comers in Jackie Chan fashion. It’s redeemed only in the final half-hour by two extended sword fights against the two biggest and most enigmatic baddies. After action fans have suffered for 90 minutes, these may even be enough to make the two sequels worth catching.

It’s 1597 and the Japanese fleet is invading Korea. They have more than 300 ships while the Koreans have 12, but the Koreans have General Yi and he knows the coastal waters. The brilliantly-realised sea battle has an epic quality reminiscent of Kurasawa films such as Kagemusha. The plot requires concentration at first as the various characters are introduced, plans are made and skirmishes lay the groundwork for later developments. It’s worth the effort.

Backed by a powerful score, co-writer Kim Han-Min directs with panache and complete command of his material, building tension and anticipation in equal measure. The final hour is taken up with the battle itself and it’s a stunner – a visceral spectacle of pounding action bolstered by convincing special effects. It’s bloody, exciting and gut-wrenching, packing such a punch that you’ll be exhausted at the end of it.

After the exciting Mesrine, this second collaboration between director Jean-Francois Richet and star Vincent Cassel is a real disappointment. Set in Napoleonic France, it’s mostly filmed in dingy interiors and is more concerned with period mood and lighting than plot, character and action. The result, even for die-hard Vincent fans, is a soporific bore.

Yet another joyous, life-enhancing, cinematic Loach extravaganza. Joke! Yet another class-warrior rant against the system in the guise of another one-dimensional depiction of the struggling British working class. It’s like being locked in a room with Jeremy Corbyn. This time our Ken’s railing against the gig economy. He’s perfectly entitled to dramatize this, of course, but no one should be inveigled into watching it without first being made to sit through the trailer. This is supposed to be a film, Ken, not a miserable TV drama. Even the dog has only three legs. Best thing about it? At least he keeps the camera firm without jiggling it around.

Great review from PV. You only need to watch two minutes of this to realise what you’re in for – in-yer-face handheld close-ups of chain-smoking low-lifes you wouldn’t want to spend more than one minute with. If there’s any place for this kind of poorly directed miserabilism, it’s the TV. Why does the Lottery Fund continue to finance British directors who have so little sense of film that they don’t even know how to handle a camera?