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DVD review: The Counsellor

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Highly regarded as one of the best filmmakers of his generation, Ridley Scott has brought us classics such as Alien, Blade Runner and Gladiator yet his reputation has strangely taken a beating of late. Last year, his sort-of prequel to the Alien series Prometheus failed to satisfy the loyal fans of the franchise and his latest piece, ‘The Counsellor’ has been poorly received to say the least, though I for one, thoroughly enjoyed it. It stars Michael Fassbender in the eponymous role, as a man who gets in over his head in the drug trafficking industry around the Mexico/Texas border succumbing to greed and temptation with very little persuasion. He heads an all star cast which includes Javier Bardem, Penelope Cruz, Cameron Diaz and Brad Pitt, who all revel in delivering well constructed passages from veteran novelist Cormac McCarthy’s complex screenplay as The Counsellor’s glamorous lifestyle collapses around him.

It seems that the recurring criticism is that as well written as McCarthy’s script is, it is said to struggle to translate to the big screen. In the past, his dark novels have been adapted into screenplays, with the most acclaimed example of this being No Country For Old Men, which the Coen brothers transformed into a multi-Oscar winning delight, but this is his first attempt at writing for the cinema. This results in an intelligent dialogue driven film and the A-list cast lap up every sentence, articulately conversing with one another brilliantly. I liked the flow of the dialogue, my personal favourite line belonging to The Counsellor himself as he lovingly tells his adoring fiancée Laura (Cruz) over the phone ‘life is being in bed with you, everything else is just waiting’. The on-screen spark between the two is electrifying from the explicit pre opening credits scene.

The excellent script is accompanied by wonderfully sticky cinematography, as if every frame has been dipped in a sticky gloss. The shallow almost cartoon-like characters are well suited to the plastic environment that Scott creates, where money is everything, morals mean nothing and every room of every house looks like a page ripped out of a designer catalogue. The narrative does have gaps, and virtually no sign of back-story or character arcs, but I enjoyed piecing it together whilst allowing the visuals to wash over me. The structure reminded me greatly of equally stylish Brit crime thriller Layer Cake as I drew comparisons between the unnamed leads – both opportunistic charismatic males who like to dabble in a criminal underworld believing they are too smart to suffer any consequences, and both terribly, yet predictably, underestimate the realities of their actions.

A gangster flick with such an established crew was always likely to attract an equally established cast, and the list of names does not disappoint. The utilisation of the female stars raises eyebrows as if filling places of both a feisty femme-fatale and a naive innocent lover, it’d be easy for one to assume that Penelope Cruz would take on the former and Cameron Diaz the latter, but here the stereotypes are reversed with a pleasing outcome. Cruz’s vulnerability is stunning, and Scott’s use of the extreme close up is successful in getting the most out of her natural beauty, whereas Diaz plays ‘the bitch’ in a way I could never have imagined, her cheetah obsessed diamond witch is like a younger version of Kristin Scott Thomas’ sadistic blonde matriarch in Only God Forgives. She also gives us one of the finest film moments of the year, involving a Ferrari windscreen, that is hard to forget.

Of the male members, Brad Pitt is expectedly solid, but unfortunately underused, though his part is integral to the plot and he takes centre stage in one of the films best scenes. Bardem’s portrayal perhaps has the least depth as he fills the boots of the generic kingpin, his segments are so clunky that they are vaguely reminiscent of GTA cut scenes where you are nearing the end of the game play and are introduced to the end of level boss. The least sensationalised is Fassbender who gives a powerful turn as a man losing control but he is so responsible for his actions that it makes it difficult to empathise. No matter how flawed or underdeveloped the characters are presented, they all look amazing, except Bardem, and do justice to a uniquely mesmerising script.

This is far from the expected crowd pleaser the cast and crew suggested, and will not be to everyone’s taste. McCarthy chooses to keep the audience guessing, refusing to offer up a spoon fed plot and Ridley Scott directs in a way that is pleasing to the eye, and occasionally terrifically violent, but this is well judged and he handles the graphic elements perfectly. Ultimately, he presents the film in an attractive package and lets the script most of the talking which bring out well measured performances all round and is chockfull of cleverly formed philosophical snippets commenting on the dirty Juarez layer in the  which a group of cheap selfish individuals inhabit an expensive, materialistic society.

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DVD review: Gravity

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 Since the teaser trailer arrived online in the summer of last year, the anticipation of sci-fi thriller ‘Gravity’ was immense, and deservedly so. Coming from Mexican director Alfonso Cuarón, who is best known for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Children of Men, his latest picture sees Sandra Bullock star as Dr. Ryan Stone, a NASA medical engineer who is sent on her first space mission to service the Hubble Telescope. Accompanied by the highly experienced astronaut Lieutenant Matt Kowalski (George Clooney), their assignment is soon put into severe jeopardy when a collision on a defunct satellite sends a horde of space debris directly towards them. Revolutionising 3D with stunning camera work, and using its magnificent setting as a terrifyingly open canvas to tell an intense human survival story, this is not only unlike anything you’ll have seen this year, it is entirely different from anything you will have ever seen on the big screen, providing a refreshing cinematic experience.
  ‘Gravity’ will pull you in immediately and won’t let go, from the glorious opening scene which slowly swoops and dips for seventeen minutes without a cut, establishing the vastly disorientating environment, the 3D effects unrestricted by horizons and benefiting hugely from it as we, the audience, at times essentially become the camera. Avoiding the science fiction familiarities of lasers and aliens, Cuarón cleverly utilises the scenery to explore more grounded themes of parenthood, life and death, and isolation as our two Hollywood stars float around in space alone, open and honest in the silence of the surroundings. Kowalski has a care free attitude, taking enjoyment from the freedom of space and the blissful escapism from the humdrum day-to-day existence, savouring the view from above. Stone, in contrast, is in search of solace, detaching herself from the trauma she has suffered 372 miles below on earth’s surface.
  As events force both Stone and Kowalski to contemplate their futures, their opposing life viewpoints are split further apart which is fascinating to watch, despite rather unimaginative dialogue. Where the aesthetics launch us to exciting new realms and future possibilities, the dialogue harks back to the past with worn out phrases like ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this’ and ‘it’s not rocket science’ standing out as the championing rotten, yet cheekily delivered, lines in the script. Though I guess when the overall concept and visual elements are so pioneering, it doesn’t matter quite so much what the characters are saying, though I’m sure Clooney’s material as the caped crusader had more originality. In saying that, he and Sandra Bullock are both outstanding throughout, and given the fact they are the only two actors in the piece, aside from voice performances, they share the screen very well together, connecting beautifully in some of the most gripping scenes. Bullock provides a sympathetic, hard-hitting turn in the key role, handling the emotion perfectly as we relate to her personal grief whilst in shock of her sensational circumstance leading to a scene which will blow you away. She displays a commanding presence, as she floats solo for the majority of the film.
  Cuarón squeezes this incredible journey into a surprisingly tight running time, allowing us to catch our breath and regain composure after just over ninety minutes, showcasing a unique and admirable technical achievement as well as telling a brilliant story of great depth and courage. This is one of the very few films I would recommend seeing in 3D, alongside only Ang Lee’s Life of Pi, and I urge you to experience it on an IMAX screen if you can. At a time when we thought we had seen it all, ‘Gravity’ has pushed the boundaries and expanded the possibilities, and in refusing to take small steps, signifies a giant leap for cinema.
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DVD review: The Fifth Estate

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 With the real life events still unfolding, it may be too early to do the ‘WikiLeaks film’ but director Bill Condon has thrown caution to the wind to bring us ‘The Fifth Estate’. Based mainly on the book ‘Inside WikiLeaks: My Time with Julian Assange and the World’s Most Dangerous Website’, it is told through the perspective of Daniel Domscheit-Berg (Daniel Brühl) from when he first meets Julian Assange (Benedict Cumberbatch) at a hackers convention in 2007. He is seen to neglect his career and relationship to explore his keen interest in online activism as Assange’s right hand man but when the strong views of his mysterious mentor begin to threaten innocent lives, Berg worries he has got in too deep. Despite a solid central performance and some decent visual pieces, this thriller offers few thrills, glossing over the topic without really getting beneath the cracks.
  Daniel Berg is to Assange, what Nick Carraway is to Gatsby, swooning with intrigue to get closer but constantly afraid of the consequences that it may lead to, or at least that’s the understanding we are presented with. As he puts in the hours online, leaking classified information on behalf of his master, Julian rushes around like a cross between The Doctor and the Silver-haired Surfer, swinging his laptop bag behind him wherever he goes. The plot plods along, and soon becomes boring before eventually arriving at a dead end where reality is yet to fill in the rest, but a few slickly constructed scenes showing the protagonists in a open space visual representation of the Internet make for a welcome distraction from the flailing direction. For viewers who have limited knowledge of the subject, this will provide a good grounding but those already clued up will be left a little unfulfilled.
  Fighting past the shoddiness is Benedict Cumberbatch who is charismatic and fun to watch at times, spouting conflicting tales about his white locks in the same manner as the Joker talks about how he got his scabby smile, and who has Assange’s voice and mannerisms down to a tee. Certainly not scared of the challenge of big roles, having previously portraying the Sherlock Holmes and Star Trek’s Khan, here he displays skill for uncanny impersonation but falls victim to a weak script. Brühl, who has also impressed this year, fails to make much of an impact, possibly due to the irritating character, and is top of the wasted talent list which includes Laura Linney as government official Sarah Shaw, and rising star Jamie Blackley, as another one of Assange’s protégées, closely behind.
  Telling the story now, a mere seven years after the website was initiated, was always going to be difficult, like trying to tell a joke without the punch line, and this is evident in the filmmaking. It lacks the richness needed to fully immerse the viewer and sadly comes across like a newsflash hurling data rather than doing the fascinating story justice by telling it in entertaining fashion. Assange himself has been critical of the picture, calling it the ‘Anti-WikiLeaks film’ and a talking head to camera moment from Cumberbatch’s Julian at the end of the film preaches to us as individuals to form our own opinions of him and his organisation which somewhat contradicts and belittles the two hours of footage that precedes it. Before the release, Assange had pleaded with Cumberbatch not to go ahead and make this film. Maybe he should have listened.
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DVD review: Blue Jasmine

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Hailed as his long-awaited return to form, or his ‘best film in decades’, Woody Allen brings us ‘Blue Jasmine’, starring Cate Blanchett as a mentally troubled socialite who suffers a fall from grace. Blanchett is the eponymous Jasmine who is forced to move in with her adoptive sister after her glamorous lifestyle reaches an abrupt end due to her businessman husband Hal’s (Alec Baldwin) criminal activities. In a story lacking Allen’s trademark sharp humour but pebble dashed with his visual style and natural dialogue, he excels in offering a social commentary on the fragility of wealth and America’s class system. After a string of films in European capitals such as To Rome With Love or his most successful box office hit, Midnight in Paris, he has returned to shoot in his beloved New York. If this latest picture goes on to achieve a similar triumph, this can be heralded not as a return to form but as his most acclaimed period to date.

The plot of the piece has drawn many comparisons to that of A Streetcar Named Desire, in which Blanchett has played the lead role on stage, so it seems a fair assessment however Woody Allen has applied his signature self-aware shtick to the part, adding his own awkward and paranoid personality as he does with so many of his leading turns, this time though asserting itself in the female psyche. It quickly becomes known that Jasmine jazzed her name up from Jeanette as she climbed the social ladder and we see the film switch to and fro between her highs and lows. This provides a nice balance and a clear contrast between her snooty exterior and inner distraught as she continuously analyses her own life, justifying herself to anyone willing to listen, or even those that are not. It is a deep character study held in place by a rather obvious narrative with flimsy relationships being tested as they so often are in Woody’s line of work. The partnership of Jasmine’s sister Ginger and her grease monkey boyfriend Chili is a joy to watch alongside the gradual decline of Jasmine’s state of mind as she slowly loses grip of her own sanity.

Allen has been good in the past at getting solid performances out his actors and he frequently uses the same faces again, this time Baldwin is the only returning name as the self-assured big shot, but Cate Blanchett is a marvel in the central role, displaying a clear understanding of her character’s unfortunate disposition without overdoing it. She shows versatility in portraying Jasmine at her most arrogant peaks, with equal effectiveness in her despairing troughs into manic depression. Her starring status is supported by an excellent ensemble cast including Sally Hawkins, Bobby Cannavale and Andrew Dice Clay. The verbal exchanges between the romantic pairings is well timed throughout, and Allen demonstrates his unfaltering ability to write believable lovers tiffs, reminiscent of Hannah and Her Sisters or Manhattan. Boardwalk Empire’s Michael S. Stuhlbarg surprisingly supplies some comic relief as the bumbling dentist Dr Flicker, whom Jasmine works for as a P.A. when her finances hit rock bottom.

With a run of awards and nominations in recent years, receiving a host of accolades for his Midnight in Paris screenplay last year, momentum is building in time for the 2014 ceremonies, Blanchett is deservedly being tipped early for nods in the best actress categories and though Allen himself is publicly far from fond of the awards season, branding the whole concept as ‘silly’, he seems to be back in favour with the Academy so it would be surprising if Blue Jasmine isn’t recognised come February. Either way, he has again proven his worth as one of the best filmmakers of his generation, and largely due to a Blanchett masterclass, has created a fine addition to his ongoing and ever improving catalogue of cinema.

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Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Whether or Not Woody Allen Can Be Considered an Auteur* (*But Were Afraid to Ask)

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 Can a filmmaker be considered an author, or an artist, in the same respect as a novelist or a painter? In the 1950s, the auteur theory was created and explored by a collective of influential French critics, and directors including Andre Bazin, Jean Luc Godard and Francois Truffaut. This would put all the weight of a piece down to a vision from an individual, namely the director. It was said that the “critical perspective dictates that the director is in a unique and irreplaceable position of personal artistic perspective, and that the film is, most importantly, a product of that perspective”(Montano, 2010). Truffaut even controversially stated that “there are no good and bad movies, only good and bad directors”.  I see that even although the making of a film is a collaborative process, there is undoubtedly directorial trademarks and recurring themes such as Scorsese’s use of violence, Spielberg’s sense of sentimentality, Lynch’s madness and Tarantino’s Tarantino-ness.

  For a number of reasons, the filmography of veteran New York director Woody Allen can be recognised as a body of work with similar questions of love and relationships raised throughout his career, as well as signature techniques present in key pictures including extradiegesis, psychoanalysis, witty dialogue and a strong establishment of setting, the location almost a character in itself particularly in Allen’s more recent pictures. Initially a stand up comedian, he seems to put a lot of his own humour and personality into his films, and some say his work is almost autobiographical. Florence Colombani wrote that “the autobiographical is obvious and the audience falls under the irresistible charm of the emotional torment of characters”. This aspect featured heavily in his most critically acclaimed ‘Annie Hall’ which won the Academy Award for Best Picture in 1978, and on top of this Allen also picked up the awards for Best Director and Best Original Screenplay. This looked at comedian Alvy Singer (Woody Allen) and his complex relationship with the eponymous Annie Hall (Diane Keaton) as he tries to figure out where it all went wrong.

  A great Woody flourish, used most effectively and memorably in Annie Hall is the breaking of the fourth wall. This is where his character Alvy talks directly to the camera, expressing his opinions straight to the audience. This was done to connect with the viewer on a more personal level, and as Singer is probably the most Allen-esque character that Woody Allen has ever written and played (they’re both comedians raised in the Bronx) then perhaps it can be seen as Allen himself addressing the audience. On this topic, Allen hilariously once said that “comedy just pokes at problems, rarely confronts them squarely. Drama is like a plate of meat and potatoes, comedy is rather the dessert, a bit like meringue”. Jokes aside this gives interesting insight into why it was handled in this way, and has become a technique used more and more, maybe slightly overused in recent years, but Allen is one of the pioneers of this idea. Allen regurgitated this concept in the critically panned Anything Else (2003) where Jerry Falk (Jason Biggs) arguably played a young Woody Allen or Alvy Singer and also talks to the camera.

  Furthering this extradiegetic feel to Annie Hall was a scene in which subtitles were used to show what the Alvy and Annie were thinking, despite saying something completely different, delving into the much studied relationship language that hasn’t been mastered to this day. This inventive stroke of genius has also been copied, most notably in 500 Days of Summer which was a modern take on the complexities of relationship, with Annie Hall clearly a massive influence across the board, showing the legacy of Allen and that his work defines this genre to this day. This cleverly allows the viewer to reflect on the message behind the story, and reminds them that they are in fact watching a movie. Surely by revolutionising these techniques, Allen’s personality as a filmmaker can be attributed to his authorship, a style that has carried on through the years.

The theme of the ‘struggling artist’ is also featured in Annie Hall, whereby a character feels unfulfilled and strives to be recognised for his achievements. Trevor Gilks, in a piece titled ‘We’re Not Like Other People’ commented on this recurrence, and similiarity in Allen’s male leads. He said that “in addition to their creative hurdles, the artists that occupy Allen’s movies also like to talk about their special role in society. Woody Allen’s artists also have the near-universal tendency to inject their own lives into their art. In Annie Hall, Alvy Singer stages a play that blatantly re-enacts his own life (albeit with a happier ending)”. This continues throughout his career, and could be said to reflect his own dissatisfaction with his films as he has been known to be his own harshest critic in the past. In more recent efforts, now he himself is a little too long in the tooth to be taking on the romantic lead parts, he writes for actors who are brought in to play what always seems like an extension of himself, and of his earlier characters. Examples include Josh Brolin in You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger (2010), Jesse Eisenberg in To Rome With Love (2012) but the perfect example of is Midnight in Paris (2011) where Owen Wilson plays Gil, a screenwriter who is seen to be hugely successful but has a sense of disdain for his profession, wishing to be a novelist and to do something more meaningful. The script assists in generating another stereotypical but likeable Allen lead, bumbling through passages with paranoia, strong self-awareness and magnificent smartness. Gil clashes with the typical Allen pseudo-intellectual antagonist Paul (Michael Sheen) and their battle of wits plays out like the famous Marshall McLuhan scene in Annie Hall where Alvy encounters a know-it-all in the cinema queue and appeals to the audience before lecturing the man by pulling in the real McLuhan to prove his point. In Midnight in Paris, Gilks states that this “scene is now taken and elevated to subplot, with Gil filling in for Alvy Singer, Paul filling in for the guy in line, and Pablo Picasso filling in for Marshall McLuhan.”

  On the much discussed topic of Allen basing characters on himself, he has actually admitted that the aforementioned Jerry Falk was based on himself. Gilks explores the uncanny resemblances, saying that “Jerry Falk could easily be a younger Alvy Singer. He could also be a younger Woody Allen which, in fact, he is. He’s a rare character that Allen will admit is based on himself. Falk is a 21-year-old divorcé (Allen first divorced when he was 22) and an established joke-writer (Allen was writing for The Tonight Show by the time he was 19). Falk is neurotic, self-deprecating, death-obsessed, and ridiculously well-read — which Allen also was in his 20s, as anyone who’s listened to his early comedy record can attest.” This signature persona is so obviously Woody Allen and even when he is not in the role, his attitude and charisma comes across so heavily, again asserting him forward in the argument for authorship theory.

  Allen is a proud New Yorker, born in the Bronx and raised in Brooklyn. This identification with his roots comes across vividly in his early works, the Big Apple taking a prominent role itself in illustrating the world that his characters inhabit. His features were frequently set in New York, most famously Annie Hall and of course, Manhattan, and have been described as love letters to the city with glorious landmarks on show, glamorising the location and fitting perfectly into his developing style. In recent years, as Allen is growing old, it is as if he is ticking the boxes of all the European capitals, using the settings and establishing them in a deliberately heavy handed way, some even have the name of the city in the films title. In each he again doesn’t shy away from immediately shoving the setting in the forefront with clear familiar sights and tourist attractions, often also incorporating a fitting complimentary soundtrack for further emphasis. In Match Point (2005), the first of his two London films followed by Scoop a year later, the lovers stand by the River Thames with the well known scenery in the background, a piece constructed in the same way aesthetically as the iconic conversation scene under the Queensboro Bridge in Manhattan. Then in Vicki Cristina Barcelona (2008), Javier Bardem and Rebecca Hall cross paths at Antonio Gaudi’s Park Guell directly in front of the dragon fountain and in Midnight in Paris, again there is a riverside shot with Eiffel Tower lurking in the shot. The long establishing shot in Midnight in Paris (2011), setting the scene, was commented on by analyst Mathew Brownstein where he said that it “illustrates beautifully what his characters will be seeing and visiting while staying in Paris.  It helps set up the audience to understand where they are viewing this from and illustrates the importance of the location in the film.  Paris is a main part of the film. Instead of having characters or dialogue, Allen allows the audience to just view the scenery and familiarize themselves with what Owen Wilson’s character will be experiencing in the film.” This has been a late theme in Woody Allen’s career but still one worth mentioning, stressing a recurring motif and a new visual signature.

  In Paul Sartre’s introduction to Le Temps Modernes, he says that “once we break out of the confines of exclusively aesthetic concerns, we quickly see that the main determinant of who was an auteur was the director’s world view which he expressed through the material he was working with.” This illustrates that camera work, and imagery aside, what really defines an auteur is a sense of their own identity as a person, and how this is shown through his or her work. Allen to me is an auteur as his films are so synonymous with him as an artist, as a writer, a director or as a person. The brilliant sense of humour is ever present where the jokes come from him or one of his many amalgamations of himself and a conflicted character he has written, going through the same turmoil in love and work as he has. “All the films praised by the auteur critics begin with the physical, psychological, and spiritual isolation of the main character or characters. As the tale develops, we find that the hero is forced to discover his most base and humiliating aspects; he has reached the point at which his relationship to other people and ultimately to God becomes clear to him and to the audience as well”.(Hess, 2006) Whilst Hess talks of a discovery suggesting an air of reflective conclusion, Allen’s characters do often discover their true vocation in life, or make the decision on the right woman they should be with, but don’t always act on it, leaving some of his character arcs beautifully unfinished and unresolved. As a Jewish comic, this bleeds through into his films from his early stand up shows, mainly in the form of paranoia of anti-Semitism, attacking the misconception of the tightwad New York Jew. This idea has influenced fellow Jewish acts such as Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David who share this mentality, and use it for comparable comic effect. This, along with his dry wit, simplistic but striking cinematography (though this is mainly down to Gordon Willis who worked with Allen on his most aesthetically pleasing films, but influenced his future project art direction) and eccentric bumbling characters all contribute to the being of what is a ‘Woody Allen’ film – a style admired and often emulated but never duplicated – and instantly recognisable, placing him amongst the greatest filmmakers of his generation and an auteur in his own right.

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DVD review: Captain Phillips

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 British director Paul Greengrass started out his career in journalism, before moving onto documentary filmmaking and then into fiction, bringing us the acclaimed Bourne trilogy. This year he combines his talents with action thriller ‘Captain Phillips’, based upon the book, ‘A Captain’s Duty’ in which American cargo ship Maersk Alabama is hijacked by Somali pirates. Tom Hanks stars as the eponymous leader, Richard Phillips, a grounded family man who takes a stand against the armed assailants who overrun the vessel on the hunt for a big payout. He vows to protect his crew at all costs leading to a fascinating hostage situation allowing for an in-depth character study in an intensely claustrophobic environment. This is a gripping account of an incredible true story, helped along by two excellent central performances and expertly applied direction.
  The narrative builds quickly, the camera stalking Phillips’ every move from the outset as he prepares to guide his ship around the Somalian coast from Djibouti to Mombasa. Rather obvious emotioneering techniques are used in the opening third as he talks about his children’s uncertain future and bids a fond farewell to his loving wife. To me, Phillips appears to have lost passion for his profession, the long trips taking him away for his family for too long at a time, but he continues to carry out the tasks at hand with brutal efficiency. Similarly, we also interestingly see pirate chief Muse and his squad of criminals take to the seas, giving a little background to their morally contrasting but equally determined mission.
  Ultimately, the forces soon collide in spectacularly nail biting chase segment when Muse’s tiny boat sets its sights on Phillips’ colossal craft. The use of shaky cam combined with visual graininess offers documentary-like authenticity as we see the real events unfold before our eyes. Around two thirds in, the plot does stall in the same place for slightly too long but when Phillips’ harrowing journey reaches its conclusion, it is worth the wait with an emotionally charged stand out scene, which should result in audiences rising from their seats somewhat jelly-legged.
  In portraying Phillips’ not as the typical action hero, but as an everyman, Tom Hanks’ is the perfect option, and I cannot imagine anyone else doing a better job. He excels in a role which is not always likeable, but easy to relate to from start to finish, taking us through the waves of emotion with him as an individual whose moral compass is unfaltering. Also very impressive is Barkhad Abdi as Muse in his acting debut, providing a multi-layered turn as a villain wishing to create a better standard of living for himself, but with an unfortunately narrow set of skills. The relationship between these two captains is tense and unpredictable, aided by a nicely crafted screenplay by Billy Ray, adapted from the aforementioned text written by Phillips himself.
  It is hard to recall many films that have achieved such a persistently simmering intensity throughout in the way that ‘Captain Phillips’ does. The enclosed and imprisoning setting perhaps draws slight similarities with the Dog Day Afternoon-esque hostage scenario, given the misguided, nearly empathetic outlaws, albeit on a vastly different stage. Putting minor problems aside such as the a dragged out lifeboat segment, and an overbearing score, Greengrass directs with flair, effectively implementing docu-style elements and building unmerciful suspense climaxing in an astounding finale to crown what is arguably Hanks’ career defining performance.
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DVD review: Filth

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Scripts have been scrunched up and chucked away from previous efforts to adapt Irvine Welsh’s ‘Filth’, all supposedly unbefitting of the desired quality and charm. That was, until writer and director Jon S. Baird pitched up with as much passion for the novel as Danny Boyle and John Hodge had for Trainspotting when they developed it for the big screen nearly twenty years ago. Baird’s interpretation is both loyal to the book yet takes Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson’s tragic journey in a fresh, but strange new direction. Bruce (James McAvoy) has his beady eye on a promotion in the force and will stop at nothing to put himself in pole position ahead of his competitors. When a Japanese student is killed in one of Edinburgh’s most grimy underpasses, he is placed in charge of the murder investigation, but his deep psychological issues soon begin to scupper his plans as his state of mind spirals wildly out of control.

Handpicking elements from the novel, we are thrust into various subplots straight from the off, from colleague mind games to wicked prank calls to his friend Bladesey’s wife, and the narrative quickly becomes as incoherent as the protagonist’s control obsessed lifestyle. Bruce is a nasty piece of work: a racist, homophobic, alcoholic, drug-addicted, misogynistic mess, yet his story is not without moments of empathy. Welsh’s dark humour is smeared all over the reel, his trademark sick wit is forever present, and the sense of setting is perfect, capturing the festive season in Scotland’s capital very aptly, so much so that you can almost feel the chill as Robbo roams the grey cobbled streets of the Old Town. Most impressive is how Baird handled the complexities of (Bruce’s inner trauma tapeworm, which appears on paper as a bold intrusion streaking through the page, but is cinematically transformed into trippy doctor visits displaying a great understanding of the storytelling tool). This surreal gloss clogs the arteries of the film increasingly throughout, providing a gruelling, yet at times terribly funny, depiction of a man’s physical and mental decline.

With a host of characters squeezed into the running time, some giving no more than brief cameos, the majority of the all star cast weren’t given much of an opportunity to stand out and be noticed. Eddie Marsan again flaunts his admirable versatility as the nervous bumbling Clifford Blades, known affectionately as Brother Blades to Bruce. Shirley Henderson is also a lot of fun as his feisty missus Bunty. Other notable turns come from Jim Broadbent as Dr. Rossi and Jamie Bell as young cocaine snorting police officer Ray Lennox whose character was the key to Welsh’s spin-off Crime. This would also be intriguing to see on the big screen, allowing time for the character to unfold a little more. Despite an acclaimed supporting ensemble, nobody comes close to the show stopping James McAvoy’s in what is the performance of his career in a role he was born to play.

McAvoy epitomises Bruce, encapsulating the sheer weight of the character and all the layers involved. Physically, he is pasty and bloated having gained weight for the role. His unkempt face sports ginger fuzz and his hair is smeared back in as much grease as it takes to deep fry a Mars Bar. In the past, rooting back to his Shameless days, I’ve always found McAvoy likeable but unobtrusive, never in a part that offers that little extra and slaps you across the face. As Bruce Robertson, he slaps you, trips you up and kicks you until you cry, before spitting at you when you’re down. I cannot imagine anyone else doing a better job. Not only is to utterly repulsive, he also manages to achieve an air of mercy and understanding that I believe would be unthinkable from most other actors out there today.

Where Trainspotting gave us a grubby little junkie pocket of the mid-nineties with its iconic soundtrack, and Boyle’s product placement, ‘Filth’ on the other hand is timeless. It is a dirty portrait of a man desperately trying to rebuild his life and put his sinister past behind him. This is ever relevant in any time period, and is a magnificent piece of work, due to the hard hitting script expected of any Irvine Welsh variation, and a remarkable James McAvoy acting masterclass. Outlandish themes aplenty, Baird carries them off with ease, given this is only his second feature film, tackling the tough subject matter with aplomb. Fifteen years after the book was first published, this is a story well worth digging up again, but you will be scraping the filth from under your finger nails for a long long time.

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DVD review: Spring Breakers

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A wild coming-of-age tale, which follows four teenage girls on a spring break trip, escaping their mundane lives for ‘fun in the sun’. Less good girls gone bad, and more bad girls gone worse as a calculated fast food restaurant robbery helps fund the journey to Florida where they meet metal mouthed gangster rapper Alien, strangely played by usual nice guy James Franco. With bold imagery and continuing contradictions throughout a muddled, drug fuelled story, ‘Spring Breakers’ is like nothing else you will see on the big screen all year.

Visually, this film is impeccable, scenes coated in a sweet candy floss gloss, brilliantly clashing with the gruesome subject matter. Like the promotional posters, fluorescent colouring assists in attention grabbing, the party montages play like a Disney porno, distorting expectations and shattering illusions, though by the end, the repetition becomes seedy, lacking the initial impact of the opening sequence. You have to question the morals of the 40 year old director Harmony Korine slightly, with full frontal nudity and bikini shots used very loosely, though his wife does co-star as Cotty.  As plots go, not a lot happens here, and there is a dip in the story midway through, which actually becomes a little boring and with Franco’s Alien creepily repeating ‘look at my shit’, and ‘spring break’, and uttering the words ‘Scarface on repeat!’, the script could’ve been written by a ten year old who’s just learnt his first swear words, experiencing his first dirty rag. Though the dialogue doesn’t have to be tip top when the aesthetics are so pleasing on the eye, especially in stand out scene, juxtaposing Alien on piano, crooning to Britney Spears’ ‘Everytime’ whilst his girls rock bikinis and balaclavas, sexually toying with his arsenal.

James Franco is a strange choice to play power hungry ego-maniacal Alien. A double bill Franco weekend combining this with ‘Oz’ would certainly show you both sides of his coin. He is obviously enjoying himself, talking the talk, but it is difficult to take him seriously in a villainous role, except in his shades-on scenes where he is near unrecognisable. The casting is clever all over, with High School Musical’s Vanessa Hudgens as Candy, who I thought was the best of the four, shaking off preconceptions and delivering immensely. Child star Selena Gomez is also very good, as the religious ‘sensible one’, shying away from the criminal antics of her peers, though still allowing herself to be led astray.

It will be criticised and will no doubt garner complaints, with teen idols portrayed in an entirely different way, earning the 18 certificate, but as a piece of filmmaking, it is refreshing cinema. The opening segment establishes the girls well, making what is to come all the more shocking. The phonecalls home to parents extenuate this theme, following through on the contradiction. The cast handle themselves well in a plot which seems to have taken as much illegal substances as the characters, and for a film that does sadly lack substance, it certainly has a hell of a lot of style.

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DVD review: Rush

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The 1976 Formula One season saw the simmering rivalry between lothario James Hunt and the disciplined tactician Niki Lauda reach its gripping conclusion and the fascinating true story now has its deserved cinematic adaptation, directed by the acclaimed Ron Howard. ‘Rush’ tracks their bitter clash of personalities on and off the grid, from when they first met as amateurs but focuses its attention on the season in which they both had to endure personal hurdles in their determined battle to the top. James Hunt (Chris Hemsworth) juggles his playboy lifestyle with his racing ambition whereas Niki Lauda (Daniel Bruhl) is forced to overcome severe personal trauma in his plight to succeed, both paths hurtling towards the finish line in this gloriously tense biopic of two of the sport’s most memorable figures.

The race sequences are extremely well put together, the vintage cars giving a brilliant sense of authenticity, accompanied by an orchestral score composed expertly by the veteran Hans Zimmer, bringing audiences to the edge of their seats even if they know the outcome. The film starts at the suspenseful build up to the fateful German Grand Prix with an establishing voiceover from Lauda then jumps back six years to tell the story from the beginning, which is a rare misstep plot-wise, making it a rather long six years to wait to get back to where you want to be. Aside from this diversion, the structure remains traditionally chronological. From there, we get the 007-esque introduction of Hunt, James Hunt as he smugly seduces us with his charm, enjoying women, cigars and champagne in excess. His character arc, fun as it is to watch, is much less interesting than that of Niki Lauda who we see disregarding his family history for a career in motor sport. The scenes they share are very strong, the script excelling with believable fighting talk passed between the two, trading verbal blows, helping to create a compelling screen chemistry early on which continues to soar until the final moments.

When the narrative, which by all accounts is said to be incredibly accurate, finally returns to Nurburgring, the stage is set for a rainy encounter. Lauda, who calculates risk by the percentage, thinks the wet surface is unsafe and dangerous to drive on. A vote takes place to see whether or not the race will go ahead  and Hunt’s popularity sways the decision in his favour leading to a horrific incident which propels the film forward taking an interesting turn. Hospital scenes following the crash are magnificently done, the medical staff surrounding the damaged frame in the bed reminiscent of a team of engineers repairing a car, dehumanising the driver in what could be seen as an extended pit stop in the season. This creative approach of comparing man to machine, emphasises the mechanical methods of being the best and stopping at nothing, not even a near death experience, to achieve greatness.

The performances of Hemsworth and Bruhl are colossal, highlighted by use of archive footage of Hunt and Lauda, showing the uncanny likeness between the drivers and the fictional counterparts. Hemsworth seems confident in the role of the cocky womaniser, and what initially comes across as arrogance quickly becomes likeable as the back-story and his relationship with Lauda develops, though I am unsure why Olivia Wilde was needed for the part of his wife Suzy Miller. The character was underused, presented as a glamour piece with no real acting required. Alexandra Maria Lara has a lot more to do as Lauda’s other half Marlene Knaus and their blooming romance is genuinely touching. Bruhl, for me impresses the most as Lauda, his accent and mannerisms are spot on, and he really makes you root for his character who on the surface has a lot less appeal than the charismatic Hunt.

‘Rush’ avoids the Hollywood standard, refusing to categorise a hero and villain, but giving us two very real endearing characters who each have flaws but possess tough competitive qualities and have a visibly mutual respect for one another. This is certainly not just one for the Formula One fans, but is a very human story about two extraordinary individuals that is impossible not be completely drawn in by. An exhilarating thrill ride that can appeal to anyone that has ever wanted to win, and this film wins by a margin, taking its victory lap in style.

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DVD review: What Maisie Knew

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A modern adaptation of the Henry James novel of the same name, which looks at the break up of a dysfunctional relationship through the perspective of their neglected  young daughter. Julianne Moore and Steve Coogan star as rowing rich couple Susanna and Beale, an ageing rocker and wheeler art dealer respectively, going through a turbulent marriage where their six year old girl Maisie (Onata Aprile) is used as a bargaining chip, passed from pillar to post. She only finds occasional solace through nanny turned stepmother Margo, expertly portrayed by Joanna Vanderham, and surprisingly also with Lincoln (Alexander Skarsgård) who Susanna marries soon after the divorce in a selfish ploy for sole custody. Directed by  Scott McGehee and David Siegel, ‘What Maisie Knew’ is beautifully made, full of top drawer performances, great humour and has a heart wrenchingly touching narrative.

Maisie’s isolation is shown effectively through the cinematography, by putting her petite figure in gaping wide shots, a microcosm highlighting her minor significance in the sensationalist lifestyles of her parents. Also, when holding hands with a grown up, we, as the audience, are continuously placed at Maisie’s head height, the faces of her elders often left unseen, illustrating the flimsy nature of her upbringing and letting us into her world. This is a recurring theme, the story allowing us into Maisie’s way of life, through use of neat close ups of her drawings, toys and games of tic-tac-toe, but not shying away from her inner trauma, the built up sadness and torment expressed perfectly in a memorable scene with one single tear. There are zoom fixations on Susanna and Beale, as if the camera represents her gaze and what makes her tale so heartbreaking is that she clearly adores her parents yet her love is unrequited. There are one or two tender moments in which we see that she may well be loved by her mum and dad, but not in the right way.

What aids this success are the magnificent performances from all concerned. Veterans Moore and Coogan are both great in the parenting roles. We see a lot more of Moore’s reckless rock mum which she has down to a tee but Coogan is equally effective in a very Coogan-esque smug but funny role. As with all the actors, they excel in scenes with the amazing Onata Aprile. With shades of Mara Wilson in Matilda, Aprile is impeccable in the titular role. Co-star Vanderham stated that even when Aprile is in neutral mode, her facial expression suggests sadness which works brilliantly, giving off an effortless aura. She not only plays sadness well, she brings a lot of humour, delivering excellent observations on the people around her. Scenes at the school really help to offer a nostalgia of childlike humour, in particular in a hilarious moment when she introduces her new step dad Lincoln to her class like a show-and-tell piece. Vanderham and Skarsgård are really good and their characters are also mistreated and used by Maisie’s parents and through this neglect they form a bond with Maisie.

I have nothing but praise for ‘What Maisie Knew’, and was instantly drawn into the story and the likeable, and relatable characters. Onata Aprile steals the show, evoking a hugely emotional response and the clever direction and camera work links us to her viewpoint. It is interesting to see a feuding break-up film through the eyes of the child, who is inevitably affected the most, their outlook deserving of its showcase. Last year, nine year old Quvenzhané Wallis was showered with award nominations for her work in Beasts of the Southern Wild, showing young stars can now be recognised in the same way as adult actors. It is easy to fall into the trap of saying she was amazing ‘for her age’ but she was incredible for any age and makes this film a faultless masterpiece.

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