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Heroic warm-hearted Slovenians v evil Nazis bawling orders. This is like one of those old Russian films lionising Stalin. For its 75-minute length our hero partisans suffer in snowy woods and swap intermittent gunfire with the enemy while the commanding officer tells us in voiceover what’s going on and how he feels. It’s a travesty of a film that does disservice to the real events and people on which it’s based. At the end some of the real-life surviving protagonists appear to tell us how they really feel and that’s the only true, moving, poignant section of the whole film.
Superb and fascinating thriller with an evil master ‘hypnotic’ who can make anyone do or see anything. What if even the landscape isn’t what it seems? How does our hero cop Ben Affleck fight that? Can even the viewer believe what they’re watching unfold on screen? Poor reviews of this film seem to focus on the ridiculous premiss, but that didn’t hinder superhero films, The Terminator, John Wicke etc. Actor Robert Rodriguez’ first film as writer and director is an unexpected masterclass in plotting and pacing. No subplots, no schmalz, no time-fillers. From the very first scene, this is lean, mean film-making and it fairly rattles along, full of surprise action scenes and mind-boggling plot revelations. Sure, it’s all extremely silly, but you won’t be bored for a second. How many films can you say that about these days?
Nothing more than a hopelessly amateurish student project. Filmed in washed-out colour, it’s over-directed, over-acted and devoid of character or plot. The supposedly supernatural powers of the main high-school cardboard cutout are shown by nothing more than a few brief scenes of him twisting in the air. Lots of horrible gurning close-ups make you want to look away. The trailer is full of flash-bangs to entice the unwary, but you have been warned. This is probably the ugliest film you’ll ever see.
Typical OTT Sion Sono extravaganza. This one’s a hip-hop musical with rapping gangsters and troubling sexual violence, shot with a restless camera in streets that look like a colourful fairground. The visuals, as usual, are stunning, but as a viewing experience it’s more of an elongated and uninteresting rap video than an absorbing drama. You might want to skip to the climax, which fills the whole last quarter of the 2hr run-time. It’s a stylised no-holds-barred rumble involving all the players, brutal yet playful at the same time. Only Sion Sono…
Visually striking action movie set in the atmospheric landscapes of Lapland, where an indestructible Finnish ex-commando (eat your heart out, John Wicke) sets about despatching evil English-speaking Nazis. As long as you can stomach spurting blood and flying limbs, this is black-humour OTT action with little dialogue, plot or even pacing to get in the way. Sure, the English-speaking Nazis are pantomime villains and there’s no way our hero would survive some of the scrapes he gets into. Go with it. Director Jalmari Helender does wonders with his budget and you never feel short-changed by the visual effects. Perhaps it’s only a 3-star film, but it deserves an extra star for ambition. The DVD has a couple of interesting features about the shoot and the effects, during which the director promises never to make a film with two people arguing in a room. Right on. British film industry please take note.
Hats off if you make it to the end of this load of over-praised arthouse baloney. Well done if you even make it through the pre-credits sequence without zapping. An old woman strikes poses, stamps her feet and flails her arms in the Chihuahua desert. In Spain it’s called dancing. Some similarly unimpressed bloke arrives and shoots her. If only it was meant to be funny. As for the rest of the film… Sullen cardboard characters move from one longueur to another interrupted by prancing around various floor spaces. And what makes it even worse is the incessant heavenly choir score. Where’s that bloke from the pre-titles sequence when you need him? To see how to film flamenco, watch Caros Saura’s exciting 1981 film Blood Wedding.
Take a social-realist feminist trope – downtrodden wife – and have her become obsessed with sex. Yes, it’s a Sion Sono film as only he can make them. Given the subject matter, even the title is provocative. Expect gratuitous nudity, outrageous sex scenes, gruesome exploitation… Don’t watch this one with your granny. Take the opening scenes. A woman’s body is found (yes, it’s also a Kafkaesque murder mystery), but the head and legs belong to a mannequin. Cut from a much longer film to a mere 144 minutes for the international market, this won’t be for all tastes. Some may find it depraved. It’s not always easy to watch and contains too many repetitive sex scenes, which slows the pacing. Not one of Sono’s best, but his films are never less than startling, which you can’t say of many films these days.
Hard to know what to make of this big-budget comic fantasy. In a world of wizards and monsters there’s no rhyme or reason to any of the plot or the characters. Our quartet of heroes and heroines have to break into a vault protected by the Arcane Seal of Mordenkainen using the Helm of Disjunction etc. Yeah, right. At first the humour lands flat, as though everyone is trying too hard too make the whole thing work. But stick with it and eventuality all the insanity may well bludgeon you into submission until its inventiveness and throwaway comedy begins to get to you. Or am I just losing it?
Picking up where Chapter 3 left off, newcomers may find the plot confusing. Who cares? The plot is nonsense and irrelevant anyway. It’s overlong and a slow starter, but when it gets going it delivers. The one drawback is that, with Donny Yen joining Keanu for the ride, they’ve made him blind and their fight early in the film is a damp squib. The film really hits paydirt in its second half when the action moves to Paris. The fight in an over-crowded nightclub, complete with waterwall and electronic dance music is a beautiful visual spectacle worth watching more than once. That’s followed by mayhem around the Arc de Triomphe in crowded traffic and a Serge Leone Italian western tribute at the Sacre Coeur. All beautifully shot. More, please.
Light, easy watch about an 11yo girl dealing with the onset of puberty in 1970s New Jersey. Based on the book by Judy Bloom and, as the author says, if you love the book (or the trailer) you’ll love the film… despite the naff 70s score. More real, more embarrassing and more fun than most of its ilk, its main downside is its unnecessary American obsession with having a religion, as hinted at by the title. *** (***** if you’re an 11yo girl)
A typical funereally slow Jane Campion film, jump-cutting from one boring static shot to another, presumably hoping to build a kaleidoscope of snapshots into an atmosphere. Atmosphere is everything, because there’s little else going on here. The plot is minimal and the morose score adds to the somnambulant feel of the whole thing. Even the actors seem half-asleep. It goes nowhere and by the end, if you last that long, you’ll wonder why you’ve spent two hours watching it.
Epic retelling of the Dumas tale, like they don’t make ‘em any more. Full of huge sets, colourful locations and exciting derring-do. The epic sword-fights, often involving multiple combatants, are beautifully choreographed and masterfully shot in single takes with a roving camera that puts you in the heart of the action. Plot and characterisation take a while to settle down – sometimes it seems there’s too much going on – but you’ll be increasingly drawn to the drama, with time even for some unexpectedly intimate moments later on. It’s no spoiler to say that it ends on a cliffhanger… and watch for a further surprise during the end-credits… Bring on Parte Deux.
The usual boring story between warring factions in ancient China is, as always in this kind of film, just an excuse for the wirework action as a flying Donnie Yen single-handedly takes on hordes of baddies. There are three big choreographed set-pieces which may bring a smile to your face, but you’ll want to zap the bits in-between. Instantly forgettable and not one of Donnie best.
A beautiful, absorbing, warm-hearted Marcel Pagnol tale in the tradition of Jean de Florette, starring and directed by Daniel Auteuil, one of the stars of that film. An enchanting story, beautifully played and observed, set in the sparkling Provence countryside at the start of World War 2. The daughter of the title falls for a handsome but arrogant man, Jane Austen style. From there it will draw you in and keep you invested as only French cinema seems able to do. There are a few jumps in plot and characterisation, but the whole gels in a way that makes you feel you’ve just spent a refreshing outdoors holiday in another time and place.
NB Avoid the tell-all trailer and, even worse, the first spoiler review above.
Part 2 of kids become superheroes by shouting the word ‘shazam’, but without the original’s USP. If you sat through Part 1, you’ll probably be able to sit through the equally undemanding Part 2. It’s kiddie superhero nonsense with as much cgi as you’d expect and the usual bland banter, rousing orchestral score etc. Nothing new here except for Helen Mirren slumming it as a baddie. Move on.