Taxi Driver and Fight Club as body horror. But tragically for Christian Bale’s commitment to emaciation, Roque Baños thinks he’s scoring Home Alone. B
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LOVE ACTUALLY
It’s fine, but lose focus for one second and you’ll swear you’re watching John Lewis’s 2003 Christmas advert. B
THE MATRIX: RESURRRECTIONS
Cult sci-fi/fantasy—packed away after two dour sequels—is resurrected for a much brighter but substantially formulaic reboot, which is a shame given how left-field its “what the?” first act is. The answers were always going to have to come eventually, and it was always going to be hard for them to be as satisfying as the pleasure in not knowing them. B
THE THIN RED LINE
Pearl Harbor for philosophy sophomores. D+
LAST NIGHT IN SOHO
Canny wokeist horror succumbs to confused traditionalist slasher, though the twist along the way does at least grant Diana Rigg one last wicked opportunity to steal the show. B-
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Reviews of the Denis Villeneuve films August 32nd on Earth, Enemy, Maelstrom, and Polytechnique.
AUGUST 32ND ON EARTH
Several of the ingredients that typify Villeneuve’s later triumphs are identifiable in his 1998 directorial debut. Immediately he displays his acumen for shot framing, as in two instances of beautifully lined up phallic symbolism, or the striking scenic photography that turns the Great Salt Lake Desert into a surrealist play area. Props too to DP Andre Turpin for how good it looks, with the elegance belying this indie oddity’s modest means. It’s a fun romantic oddity at that; in many ways a companion piece to Maelstrom, containing strong use of colour (in the former it was all blues, here it’s yellows reds and whites), a fantastical bent (more subtle here), and yes, a twist. I could really have done without the necrophilic au revoir, but I will take the wicked cabbie who abandons his customers in the desert, its blunt ”put a baby in me!” premise, and the static electricity and comic awkwardness of a love unrequited. B+
ENEMY
There’s double Gyllenhaal in a doppelganger feature that feels like a short film. A single gimmick at its centre, sparse dialogue, with each inherent delimiter stretched out to 90-minutes they can’t fully sustain. Visually, its conspicuous grading—not black-and-white but yellow-and-black— is less effective in its use of colour than Villeneuve’s other low-budget efforts. The final act does however match the visual opacity by finding genuine darkness in the plot thread it pursues, before ending in yet another car-crash and another aggressively inscrutable twist. There’s no escaping Enemy’s ephemerality, and in any case, the first of Jake and Denis’s 2013 collabs had already delivered the goods by the time of its release. B+
MAELSTROM
This one goes over my head. Abortions, ocean operatics, a French fish narrating a fairy tale in a medieval abattoir. At first it looks like it’s going to be an allegory about the first (with cod?) before it briefly becomes a dark fantasy, and by the end it’s an existential romantic drama. Popular music of all description is spraywashed everywhere: Oliver’s “Good Morning Sunshine”, Charles Azvanour’s chansons, with the key signature being Tom Waits at his most submarine. It’s all about the sea you see. I don’t really. B
POLYTECHNIQUE
In 1989, a self-declared male misogynist walked into the Polytechnic School of Montreal armed with a rifle and murdered 14 people, 10 of whom were women. That tragedy is depicted here by Villeneuve, whose most significant stylistic decision is to film it in black and white. By doing so, he turns the ordinary corridors and spaces of the college into an oppressive jungle—all parallel lines and darkened corners. The characters are slightly underwritten, a consequence of a circumscribed runtime of just 77-minutes, and the plotting is unnecessarily elaborate, jumping around in the middle third between different perspectives and times. In doing so, it interrupts the intensity and shock of the massacre itself. But Polytechnique is built not just around the massacre, but around Val, a fictional student who is denied a place on a mechanical engineering internship because of the classically misogynistic conviction that a woman can’t be committed to her career because of her commitments to childrearing. It’s clearly an artificial narrative, and fair enough too. There’s a solid logic to building it from the perspective of a female student, who in an everyday scenario has to confront the same discriminatory belief system that toxified the killer’s mind. Decisively, her story leads to a deeply moving peak, as years after surviving a massacre that was committed to extirpate her sex, she walks across the floor of an aerospace factory. Villeneuve though, not content with a Spielberg ending, displays his intelligence by tempering this poignant victory with a parting acknowledgment of the intractable, dilemmatic pressures women are forced to contend with. A-
Review Roundup
Featuring the love of siblings, the love of zombies, and the joys of student filmmaking.
The Indiependent
My Little Sister : A-
Shaun of the Dead : A (as part of The Indiependent’s “Scarily Good Films” Halloween feature)
UK Film Review
Paths of Glory : review
Lions led by donkeys satire. There’s signature Kubrick in its trench tracking sequences and hermetically arranged establishing shots, and the “going over the top” set piece is far more impressive in its scope and visual effects than anything the director put together 30 years later in Full Metal Jacket. A-
Review Roundup
In which Louis Theroux becomes a serial killer, a Syrian refugee becomes an art exhibit, and I become very bored watching a soldier stare at trees.
The Indiependent
The Man Who Sold His Skin : A-
Natural Light : C-
Ride the Eagle : C+
UK Film Review
Review Roundup
Featured this week: Animal Crossing as a revenge thriller, photo journalism as a historical subject, and something meta as something stupid.
The Indiependent
Picture Stories : B
UK Film Review
Fuelled (short film) : B+
Star Wars: Episode 3 – Revenge of the Sith (REVIEW)
It gave the internet memes, and the internet gave it a grossly inflated estimation of its worth. Being the best Star Wars prequel is rather like being the best Trump sibling—an a priori indictment.
C
Review Roundup
In which John David Washington is chased around the streets of my life, Timothy Spall is bussed across the streets of my country, and Charis Beth Swartley fights family drama in a short film with no streets, thus ruining my triptych.
The Indiependent
Beckett : B+
The Last Bus : B
UK Film Review
A Good Home (short film) : B
Bridge of Spies : Review
Spielberg is constantly manipulating the screen with his use of lighting and camera angles to spin mundane scenes into something interesting, and it’s a constant pleasure to watch. Tom Hanks is as ever, ever-dependable, getting a lot of joy out of the fish-out-of-water who finds he’s surprisingly good at sleuthing. Its Mark Rylance though who delivers the best performance—upstanding, understated, and utterly unflustered—as rumbled Soviet spy Rudolf Abel. Conversely, the legalistic story about Abel’s prisoner exchange with U2 pilot Francis Gary Powers lacks a certain spark. Even if the mawkish epilogue you always fear is coming with Spielberg had been discarded, the run-time would still be overextended, and there’s never quite enough drama to spice up its talky formality. It’s eminently watchable though—another solid entry in the director’s sizeable biographical line.
B+