Monday, July 27, 2015
Susan Cooper (Melissa McCarthy) is an analyst working for the CIA. She's good at her job, but that job mainly consists of providing support to Bradley Fine (Jude Law), a stereotypically brilliant and dashing field agent who Susan not so secretly pines for. When a mission goes awry, Cooper volunteers to leave her desk and go after Rayna Boyanov (Rose Byrne), the one person who knows the whereabouts of a nuclear weapon which will be auctioned off to the highest bidder in a matter of days. As she travels across Europe, Cooper has to contend with hordes of assassins who are after Rayna, but also her colleague Rick Ford (Jason Statham) who has gone rogue in pursuit of the same mission.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
The biopic genre is so weighed down by so many mediocre attempts to recreate well-trodden stories that when a film like Love & Mercy comes along, it's enough to make you angry. You come away thinking "Why did they get it so right when everyone else gets it wrong?" Even if the expectations for this type of film are admittedly low, it's still invigorating seeing director Bill Pohlad and writers Michael Alan Lerner and Oren Moverman bring real vision to a story that could easily have been nothing but a staid retelling.
Monday, July 13, 2015
In anticipation of the second season of Netflix's BoJack Horseman, a previously unheralded animated series about a washed up sitcom actor who also happens to be a horse (Will Arnett) that became something of a word-of-mouth hit during its first season, I sat down with my friend and fellow pop culture addict Lewis Davies (@LewisKernow) to discuss the show and why it struck a chord with audiences.
Sunday, July 05, 2015
|I promise that this is the last picture of Inside Out I'll use for a while. Probably.|
It wouldn't be going too far to say that Jurassic Park was one of the most important films for me growing up. There were a lot of other contenders, most of them Disney animations, but Jurassic Park was the first film I remember being completely floored by. It helped that I was obsessed with dinosaurs, as most six year olds were at the time and, it seems, still are, but the way that Steven Spielberg blended special effects with a lean story to create a sense of wonder and magic really captivated my little, still-forming imagination. It probably didn't hurt that it was one of the first examples I had encountered of a film being everywhere thanks to a huge marketing campaign, so even if I hadn't loved it, I would not have been able to escape it. Watching it (not to mention rewatching it) was a formative experience, to say the least, and while I wouldn't put it as my favourite film ever now (I'm not sure if it would even crack the top 100, assuming that I was crazy enough to make one), its importance in shaping me as a film lover is immeasurable.
Saturday, July 04, 2015
Joy (Amy Poehler) is the dominant emotion in the mind of Riley (Kaitlyn Dias), an eleven year old girl who loves hockey, being a goofball, and her family. Alongside Sadness (Phyllis Smith), Disgust (Mindy Kaling), Anger (Lewis Black) and Fear (Bill Hader), Joy is responsible for guiding Riley through her life in Minnesota. When Riley and her family up sticks and move to San Francisco, Joy finds herself unable to control the wave of negativity stemming from Riley's sense of dislocation and loneliness. When Joy's attempts to control the situation result in her and Sadness being inadvertently locked out of the mind's command centre with no easy way back, Riley's emotional well-being starts to become dangerously fraught, and Joy and Sadness need to figure out a way back before any permanent damage is done.
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
It was a real "best of times/worst of times" situation for me this month, as not only did I see my new favourite film of the year, I also saw my new least favourite film of the year, all within the same 24 hours. It was a bit of a roller coaster. Fortunately I saw the awful one first, so the waves of Joy from the good one really helped cleanse the palate.
In total, I watched 29 films this month, only one of which was a rewatch. Fortunately, that film was Jaws, which I watched in preparation for this episode of Shot/Reverse Shot commemorating the film's fortieth anniversary. There's not much new that anyone can say about Jaws at this point, but my main takeaway from this viewing was how much it feels like a film from the New Hollywood, even as it pointed the way to a model of filmmaking which would supplant that movement. It's often written about as the film, along with Star Wars, which helped kill off that era of filmmaking, but the loose, improvisational feel to the dialogue and the subtle ways in which it reflects what was going on in the culture - the Mayor's willingness to risk lives to bring money into the town is a very post-Watergate depiction of authority, while it's significant that Brody left New York to escape the violence and crime for the supposed safety of Amity - place it as a film that emerged from the counterculture, even if its descendants would eventually consume it.
The worst film I watched for the first time this month, and the worst film of 2015 so far, was Kingsman: The Secret Service. I don't particularly care for Matthew Vaughn's work in general, though I do like Stardust for the most part and think that Layer Cake is one of the better post-Guy Ritchie gangster films, but usually his stuff just washes over me. Kingsman, however, actively angered me. The action is pretty well-staged and there are some funny moments, but the film's attitude, which could best be summed up as someone (i.e. Vaughn) smugly saying "ooh, aren't I transgressive!" while going after incredibly easy targets, was really repellant to me. It's the sort of film which thinks that repeatedly playing "Bonkers" by Dizzee Rascal is a substitute for character development, and uses its sleek professionalism to hide the fact it is almost completely without value.
Towards the end of the month, I ended up going down a rabbit hole of watching a bunch of Charlie Chaplin shorts. Initially this was because MUBI had a handful of them streaming, which then prompted me to track down other shorts on Hulu, YouTube etc. Despite liking most of Chaplin's feature films (particularly Limelight, which I think is his most moving), I'd only watched one Chaplin short previously, and even that was only to find some silent film-style music to rip for a scene in a ramshackle short film I made at uni. After watching several in a short space of time - with the highlight being Easy Street, which ends with Chaplin beating up a bunch of hoodlums after being pricked with a syringe full of liquid cocaine, like Popeye if he had been created by Hunter S. Thompson - I've come to the realisation that I generally prefer his short films to his features.
The features are a greater achievement, both artistically and historically, but there's something about the shorter running time which really focuses Chaplin. You're only ever seconds away from another inspired bit of slapstick, and the romantic subplots, which can drag down his feature films, are kept to a minimum. They have the balance between the chaotic and romantic sides of The Tramp just right, at least for my tastes as someone who grew up mainlining Looney Toons shorts, which clearly owe something to Chaplin's work.
Anyway, without any further ado: here are the ten best films I watched for the first time in June.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Twenty-two years ago, a man named John Hammond had a dream. A dream of opening a park filled with dinosaurs, resurrected by the wonders of science, and open for all the world to see. That dream went tragically sour when the actions of a rogue employee led to the park's security measures failing, several deaths, and the apparent abandonment of Isla Nublar to its prehistoric inhabitants. Yet the magic of Hammond's vision - and its undeniable potential for huge profits - meant that people would try again, so now his park - renamed Jurassic World, no doubt as a canny bit of rebranding to move away from that whole rampaging dinosaurs thing - is a glistening hybrid of Disney World and SeaWorld.
Saturday, June 06, 2015
|World of Tomorrow|
The best film I rewatched this month was Ang Lee's The Ice Storm, which I watched for an artist profile episode of Shot/Reverse Shot on the director's work. I remembered really liking the film the first time I saw it, which would have been about ten years ago, but this time around I better appreciated its sense of humour, which is incredibly dark but also genuinely funny, and Joan Allen's performance as the matriarch of the family at the centre of the story. I feel like I undervalued her contribution before purely because I was so bowled over by Sigourney Weaver, whose role is showier and more caustic than Allen's more brittle work.
The worst film I watched for the first time is a dead heat between David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars and Howard Morris' Don't Drink The Water. While the latter film is clearly the worst from a technical standpoint - it's shot in a flat, ugly way which suggests that they just filmed the rehearsals and bundled them together, and Morris replaces most of the dialogue from Woody Allen's original play with frantic montages of characters running around, making it one of the most painfully '60s films I've seen in a while - the former is the more disappointing.
I more than welcome Cronenberg's move away from more "respectable" filmmaking after the tedious A Dangerous Method, but Maps to the Stars continues his movement into blunt, toothless satire begun with Cosmopolis. Maps is much, much worse than Cosmopolis, though, since its attempts at Hollywood satire are too broad to be interesting and too focused on empty shocks to be all that funny. The only remotely entertaining moment was when some incredibly cheap-looking fire effects allowed me to laugh at the film, which had stubbornly refused to give me any reason to laugh with it prior to that. Still, Mia Wasikowska is unsurprisingly great in it, and John Cusack is believably monstrous as a truly reprehensible father.
The worst film I rewatched - to make this intro even more fucking granular than it already is - was Bram Stoker's Dracula. It's long been my least favourite Francis Ford Coppola film, though it has shared that honour in recent years with the baffling Twixt. Much like that more recent boondoggle (and unlike Maps to the Stars) Dracula has the saving grace of being a terrible film made up almost entirely on interesting choices, so at least it's fun to dissect even when it's torture to watch. Had it maintained the level of deranged intensity that it displays in its prologue - in which Gary Oldman becomes undead by denouncing God in a Church, then stabbing a cross which then proceeds to bleed profusely - I probably would have liked it more.
I also watched Clark Johnson's S.W.A.T. - which I'm only mentioning here because my friend Kei has been trying to get me to watch it for quite literally years - and I really enjoyed it. It's a really dumb movie, but the high concentration of once and future action superstars (Samuel L. Jackson! Michelle Rodriguez! Jeremy Renner! Josh Charles?), all of whom bring the right level of pulpiness to proceedings, makes for a pretty easy and undemanding watch.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
In Brad Bird's Tomorrowland, the future isn't what it used to be. From an opening sequence set at the 1964 World's Fair to the depiction of the eponymous city, a metropolis which mimics the futurist aesthetic of the Disney attraction of the same name, the film is awash in nostalgia for a future that never happened. By being partially set in a world of jetpacks, hovering trains and boundless creativity, it hearkens back to the world we were promised by the science fiction of the '50s and '60s; an altogether neater world in which science makes the lives of every human being better.