Now Showing, April 12 2012by David Larsen
New film reviews: Arrietty, Blackthorn, Carnage, Company.
Alliance Francaise French Film Festival Five weeks, nine cities, and running till early April. Mostly titles not screened previously here, with notable exceptions such as Julie Delpy’s 2 Days in Paris, and the Oscar-nominated animated feature A Cat in Paris, both worth a second viewing. Charlotte Rampling fans will want to see The Look, a documentary that seeks to plumb the essence of this enigmatic and edgy actress, and the intersecting lives sub-genre is given an impressive and grittily realistic treatment in Heat Wave. Dates and cinemas: www.frenchfilmfestival.co.nz HW
American Pie: Reunion The useful lesson to take from the American Pie franchise is that when you have a surprisingly sweet, surprisingly successful teen sex comedy, you should avoid the temptation to make it into a franchise. Since this temptation is a financial one, it is not, generally speaking, going to be resisted. We did not see this latest Pie. Perhaps it's splendid. Perhaps you'll win lotto this week. Anything is possible.
Arrietty Adaptation of Mary Norton's Borrower stories from Japan's Studio Ghibli, home base of the great animator Hayao Miyazaki. He did not direct this flawed, charming film, though he did work on its script – which is interesting, because the script is by far the weakest aspect. Arrietty is the only daughter of what may be the last Borrower family left alive: tiny people living under the floorboards of human houses, and venturing out at night to "borrow" the supplies they need. The sequences in which Arrietty and her father explore the giant human world are vivid and astonishing, and would be enough to sell the film to small children even if it had no other charms. It has plenty. A shame about the incoherent subplot in which a comedy villain sets out to prove Borrowers exist; but if this isn't one of Ghibli's classics, it's still a lovely offering. DL
Attack The Block Fresh, funny, scary and sweet. It won’t go down in the annals of alien invasion blockbusters, but it’s all the better for that. Fresh, because the aliens somehow get blown off their usual course for LA, New York etc., and land instead in a Sarf London housing estate. Embarrassing. Especially when they find themselves up against not the military but a gang of teens with hoodies and home-made weapons. So demeaning. Funny, because these kids are boy-men who speak in a patois that’s a comical mix of gangsta and endearing. Scary, because director Joe Cornish and his crew play up the menace of the boys’ gritty, featureless environment; and sweet because, well, because they haven’t completely lost their innocence. And the ending is happy and heroic. Review here. HW
Battleship Liam Neeson, a friend commented recently, is fast emerging as his generation's Michael Caine: has talent, doesn't care what he does with it. With Wrath of the Titans and this board game adaptation (read that phrase again, slowly) out this month alone, the less distinguished end of his filmography may soon rival the mighty Caine's for oceanic depths of wretchedness. Or perhaps not; the truth is that we couldn't bring ourselves to watch this one. Transformers meets Battle Los Angeles, judging by the trailer: and may God help us all.
Blackthorn From Spanish director Mateo Gil, an entertaining Western that, in our imagination at least, brings back Butch. As in Butch Cassidy. Instead of dying in those iconic final frames of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, the two outlaws (and Etta) survived to ride again in Bolivia. What they did there we see in flashbacks, sprinkled through the story of an aged Butch – now known as James Blackthorn – preparing to return to America. Of course he’s not going to have it easy. An encounter with a young Spaniard on the run has him joining forces with him, and once more he’s being pursued by posses and other authorities. Sam Shepard is splendid as a magnificently grizzled Butch, now the wily old cowboy who can still be roused by a sense of justice. And although the film is a little drawn out and the flashbacks not well integrated, it looks stunning – the vast, empty Bolivian landscape is perfect – and it captures the sense of old-fashioned Western themes of complex morality and characters who are neither black nor white. HW
Brother Number One At last – the film that made it into our Top 10 lists for 2011 gets a nationwide release. Arthouse cinemas big and small are now hosting Annie Goldson’s extraordinarily moving documentary about NZ Olympian Rob Hamill’s quest for justice for his brother Kerry, captured and killed by the Pol Pot regime in Cambodia in 1978. Any anxieties that this might be a piece of grisly voyeurism should be laid aside; its accessible blend of history, politics and personal experiences of villains and victims alike tells a much bigger story than that, and one which draws you into close engagement. Partly this is through Goldson’s trademark clarity of storytelling, but it’s also a lot to do with the onscreen storyteller. Rob Hamill is a quintessential Kiwi who could easily be your brother, husband, son or best friend, and through this medium not only do the politics become very personal; we also feel a powerful sense of being with him, step by step, on his quest. Highly recommended. Dates and cinemas: www.brothernumberone.co.nz HW
Carnage Curious: Roman Polanski's adaptation of this four-hander stage play is so intelligently shot and so well cast that the limits of the source material become glaringly obvious... and yet, being so intelligently shot and so well cast, it's still a treat to watch. Two New York pre-teen boys get into a fight. One knocks the other's teeth out, and the parents of the evil-doer go over to the victim's apartment to apologise to his parents. Much back-handed courtesy ensues; and then things go downhill; and then things go off a cliff. Jodie Foster reminds you just how good she can be; her role is perhaps the juiciest, but Kate Winslet, Christoph Waltz, and John C Reilly all shine as the other warring spouses. Polanski's direction is a masterclass in getting the most out of a small set without resorting to attention-getting weird camera placement stunts - brief opening and closing sequences aside, the film takes place entirely in one small New York apartment, but it never feels cramped or visually static. The play ultimately wastes its best satirical opportunities in favour of over-the-top couples-on-the-warpath humour, but it's hard to object too strenuously when it's done this well. DL
Company Somewhere between Pretty Woman and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? lies the bittersweet reality of being married, and who better to express it musically and with lyrics dipped in acid than Stephen Sondheim? And so I urge you to catch one of a very small number of sessions of this hit from the 70s, revived and updated for a staged performance – meaning not the full Broadway extravaganza – that took place last year. Hard to imagine, but on the apron of the stage in New York’s Avery Fisher Hall, and backed by the New York Philharmonic, director Lonny Price and his cast have created an enormously involving musical theatre experience. You’ll recognize some faces from the small and big screen, but who knew they had such great singing and dancing chops? Sondheim’s ain’t the easiest of songs to master, but master them they have, with all the vocal acrobatics, crisp diction and nuance required. And staging in this way has the advantage of letting the lyrics star undistracted by complicated choreography. Don’t assume it sacrifices subtlety of performance, either, because the camerawork makes excellent use of close-ups. The plot? 35-year-old single Robert (Neil Patrick Harris) comes home to a surprise birthday party thrown by his friends – five married couples. Feeling the pressure of age and sort of ready but afraid to commit, he finds himself the recipient of their “advice” – a funny, painful, poignant excavation of the dilemmas and contradictions of marriage. Delivered in vignettes that flow from one to the next as smoothly as the mobile couches used for staging, that advice is spoken, sung, danced or acted out with superb timing and panache. And while the cast, which includes Martha Plimpton, Jon Cryer (Two and a Half Men) and Christina Hendricks (Mad Men), are all top-notch, for me there are two standouts: the incomparable Patti LuPone (her rendition of Ladies Who Lunch is a heartbreaker), and Anika Noni Rose (Dreamgirls), whose solo number is just sensational. Note: it’s 159 minutes, but if you love Sondheim, and/or musical comedy, and/or these actors, you’d be mad to miss it. At the Rialto in Newmarket and Dunedin only. HW
Contraband Without in any way being an interesting film, this is a fascinating artifact: a big-budget Icelandic thriller (I kid you not), remade in English, with the Icelandic star of the original as director. Mark Wahlberg, whose acting career continues to be a study in unlikely and occasionally fruitful zigzags, plays a retired smuggler and family man, forced by circumstances into pulling one last job. The ways in which it goes horribly wrong are not quite the ways you'd expect, which is not to say the film feels fresh: it feels both overly familiar and entirely bizarre, a case study in the effects of feeding a generic Hollywood plot through the prism of another film making culture and then feeding it back again. Wahlberg makes a solid center, and there's enough energy to the proceedings (just) to sustain the film's length. DL
Event Cinemas Retro Showcase Starting this month and running through June in Auckland, Wellington and Hamilton, an array of classics from the 30s to the 90s, the way they were meant to be seen: on a big screen. The 13 titles, which include favourites such as Gone With the Wind, Dr. No and Bridge on the River Kwai, all have great entertainment value. With a damp autumn predicted, what better way to pass it than Singin' in the Rain? Dates and cinemas: www.eventcinemas.co.nz
Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close A boy, a key, a dead father. A frantic quest around a famous city to find the thing the key will unlock. Meeting eccentric people on the way. Has anyone else noticed the similarity with Hugo? But the comparison ends there. Hugo was a feast for the eye and a lovely evoking of place and period; ELAIC is more internal, and frankly less appealing. A story of post-9/11 healing, it never seems to settle on what it wants to say. It sets out to show the point of view of a child coping – or rather, not coping – in the wake of a loved father’s death in the twin towers, then gathers in a range of characters whose contribution to the theme and the boy’s own emotional journey seems tenuous at best. Maybe you have to be a New Yorker to get this. But maybe even a New Yorker might find this a manipulative, uneven and ultimately sentimental treatment. And although young Thomas Horn does an amazing job as a first-time actor in carrying the movie on his slight shoulders, his character of Oskar can also be deeply irritating. Which is not, I imagine, what the filmmakers intended. HW
Footnote From Israel, a delicious tale of father-son and academic rivalry that expertly juggles comedy, thriller and satire while pitching its characters into excruciating moral and ethical dilemmas. So well written that our sympathies are torn every which way even as another part of our brain sees the absurdities in the situation. The Israeli cast is perfect, and vanity, jealousy and sheer stubbornness have never been quite so funny ... or painful. HW
Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance From the "sequels no one asked for" file. No reason on earth this shouldn't be a great movie. No reason on earth. We are not avoiding it like the plague, we simply haven't got to it yet. And the Oscar for "transparent lie from a reviewer" goes to...
Headhunters Slickly made and edited, this Norwegian crime thriller will make you laugh more than you expect. It’s not exactly black comedy, but there’s a looniness that owes much to the Scandinavian sense of humour. Adapted from one of Jo Nesbø’s non-Harry Hole novels, its protagonist is a top corporate headhunter with a criminal career on the side – a juxtaposition that matches shifts in tone and genre that shouldn’t work, but do, and turn the piece into a diverting ride. Full review here. HW
Hugo The film Martin Scorsese was born to make... and it's a family feature about a little lost boy in a train station? That, and so much more. This is a mystery story, and though its 11 Oscar nominations have fueled a king-tide of spoiler-rich commentary even greater than the one already sparked by Scorsese's name, I'm not going to go into plot details here. There's been a great deal of discussion on social media & elsewhere as to whether rave reviews (like my one) have overstated the film's merits; a small but impassioned minority claim it has none to overstate. Go form your own view. Myself, I don't see anything knocking it off my top ten film list for 2012. In fact, out of the 150 to 200 films I'll most likely watch this year, if I see three I love more than this one, I'll be (very pleasantly) surprised. See it in 3D if you possibly can. DL
In Search Of Haydn If ever a film was made for radio, this collection of talking heads and still photos is it. Juliet Stevenson is writer-director Phil Grabsky's chief mouth-piece, voicing an uninspired but reasonably informative script which walks us through the life of the late 18th century's "other" great composer, "the man Mozart and Beethoven looked up to". The rich sampling of the music is the main attraction, and the film certainly opens a door worth walking through. But would Haydn - puckish, lively, brilliant Haydn - like it? Glad as he'd be that we still listen to him, I think he'd be horrified to find his life could look this boring. DL
John Carter Edgar Rice Burroughs' Barsoom novels are not much read now, and for good reason; but their influence on twentieth century science fiction is hard to overstate. Burroughs starts where H.G. Wells started in War of the Worlds - Percival Lowell's vision of Mars as a dying world, kept viable for life by a desperate rear-guard struggle pitting a vast network of canals against the encroaching desert - and whips up a frenzied White Man Saves The Natives farrago of warring civilisations, exotic beasts, and beautiful (egg-laying) princesses in desperate need of rescue. The planetary romance tradition starts here; we wouldn't have Ming the Merciless or Star Wars without Burroughs, and we wouldn't have the novels of Jack Vance or Frank Herbert. Given what's been done to Herbert's work by film and TV adaptations - David Lynch's last name has never seemed more like a verb personally addressed to me in the imperative than the day I saw his Dune movie - I suppose I should be glad Pixar's Andrew Stanton has chosen Burroughs, not the far more worthy Vance, as the source material for his first live-action film. But no one will attempt to bring Vance's magnificent visions to the screen now; not this decade, anyway. Because, short of literal incoherence, Stanton's film could really not be much worse. How do you take this much money - every frame screams "Mega-Budget CGI!" - and a setting this exotic, and proceed to make adventure look this dull? (And also sound this dull; the score is one long nightmare of non-stop sub-John Williams over-orchestrated "FEEL EMOTIONS NOW, PLEASE!" symphonic drivel). I spent over two hours watching airships soaring above the Martian deserts, armies clashing, Dominic West and Mark Strong sneering, and the only exciting moment was when someone spilled their coke on my shoes. DL
Mirror Mirror We did think about going to this - Julia Roberts as Snow White's evil step-mother, how could that not be fun? But the director is Tarsem Singh, who most recently delighted us with Immortals. Actually, we didn't really think about going to this.
Mysteries of Lisbon If you can imagine such a thing as a labyrinthine painting, that gives you some idea of the experience of watching this sprawling Portuguese epic by veteran Chilean director Raúl Ruiz. Based on a nineteenth-century novel, it gathers up characters ranging from nobles to pirates and in a leisurely but always involving manner reveals the way their lives and fates have become woven together. The recent rash of films about multiple interconnected lives (Crash etc.,) seem like contrived soundbites compared to the four-and-a-half hours (played in two parts) required to unfold the story here, but the visual rewards of Slow Cinema have seldom been better displayed. HW
My Week With Marilyn The weighting between frustration and pleasure here is finely balanced: Michelle Williams does a remarkable job of bringing Marilyn Monroe into her every move and gesture, and she's backed up by a long list of fine British character actors in fine British character acting form. (Kenneth Branagh's Laurence Olivier is a masterpiece of self-mockery). But director Simon Curtis can't quite decide whether he's making a Serious Homage To The Tragic Screen Goddess or a sweet coming-of-age comedy about the kid detailed to spend a week as her minder, and therefore, well placed to make both, he fails to make either. Full review here. DL
Project X Teen party gets out of hand. Every now and then one of these high school comedies turns out to be the next big thing, and when that happens, we're meant to let you know. Sorry. Weren't invited, didn't crash.
Romantics Anonymous Chocolate and anxiety. Really? Yes, but not in the sense of dietary guilt. Chocolatiers Angélique and Jean-René both suffer from the disorder. Hers is shyness and lack of self-belief; his is fear, especially of women. So when Jean-René hires Angélique to work in his shop, you know they’ll end up together, but the path is, naturally, a rocky road, strewn with smilingly comic encounters and misunderstandings. Lovely casting of the leads, more than a touch of Amélie quirkiness, and an almost storybook look to its Lyon setting. Soft-centred, but not gooey. HW
Streetdance 2 Not seen. Not likely to be seen. Please make it go away.
The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn Steven Spielberg and producer Sir Peter Jackson bring out the best in each other, a cast of fine voice actors do excellent work, and the wizards of Weta do their best motion-caption animation yet. Tintin purists will carp, but this is outstanding summer fun, and worth catching in 3D if you can. DL
The Artist Silent, black and white film about a silent film star. The film industry's touching tribute to itself? No: this is slight, but its charm is real, its technology-driven unemployment storyline has obvious contemporary resonance, and it pulls off several coup de cinema moments that will stay with me a long time. Features yet another in the recent long line of bravura performances by dogs. Full review here. DL
The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel Not to be mistaken for any kind of masterpiece, but don't underrate the professional expertise required to put a good, likeable ensemble culture-clash comedy together. Director John Madden throws a dream cast of senior British actors - Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Bill Nighy, Tom Wilkinson, Penelope Wilton - into a run-down Indian "luxury retirement facility", and they have a satisfying amount of fun there. At its weakest when it tries to be serious and meaningful, but never less than pleasant. Longer review here. DL
The Descendants I would like to pretend I'm astonished and horrified that this cute little exercise in fishing the shallows while dressed for big game emerged as a strong contender for Best Picture. That's to say, I would like to pretend that the Oscars don't routinely reward trivial emotional stuntsmanship, because I enjoy betting on them, and I like the frocks. But back in the world we actually inhabit - the world of harsh truths and difficult confessions, the world this George Clooney vehicle purports to be about - I am forced to admit that my frustration and occasional boredom did not completely stop me enjoying yet another round of "Clooney plays Mr Flawed Nice Guy". His Hawaiian man of business, clearly a terrible husband and father, has to man up and help his daughters face their mother's imminent death. Oh dear: it comes out that she was cheating on him. Does George search his soul? Goodness no. But we're meant to feel sorry for him, and assume meaningful growth is taking place. What - as either of the daughters might put it - ever. DL
The Hunger Games The sun has nearly set on Twilight, and Harry Potter has finally graduated from Hogwarts. Where will the devoted teen audience dollars come from now? Fear not, Hollywood execs, Suzanne Collins's futuristic dystopia trilogy is here to save you: and in a startling plot twist, Gary Ross's adaptation of the first book is cracking good. The usual gotta-race-through-too-much-exposition science fiction book-to-film problem gives the introductory scenes a slight ADD feel - Ross's fondness for ultra-short takes even in contemplative moments doesn't help - and the basic shape of the story is highly predictable. But it's predictable the way a good "underdog runs the table" sports story is predictable, and the intelligent, economical writing, the pleasantly off-the-wall production design and the clean camera work all provide the necessary back-up to Ross's best decision: casting Jennifer Lawrence in the central role. I've seen Lawrence in five films over the last two years, and only Winter's Bone has made full use of her abilities; she isn't stretched here, but she lifts the film from adequate-plus to thoroughly entertaining. Excellent supporting work from Woody Harrelson, Elizabeth Banks, and a quite unrecognizable Stanley Tucci. DL
The Hunter Sam Neill, Willem Dafoe, a story by Julia Leigh (writer/director of Sleeping Beauty), and the producers of Animal Kingdom: these are reasons to be interested in this Aussie psychological drama about a tracker sent into the wild to look for the (extinct, but maybe not) Tasmanian Tiger. We have not yet managed to see it, however.
The Ides of March Treachery in high places, as the title implies. The place is Ohio, on the Democratic campaign trail to the White House. George Clooney plays Mike Morris, a state governor fighting for the nomination. Ryan Gosling is Stephen, his communications whizzkid and a believer in his boss’s liberal idealism. That belief, as you might guess, is tested, and no one gets out unscathed. But if you’re hoping for something Shakespearean – again as the title implies – this falls short. It’s a thin, timid and almost naïve treatment of the kind of behaviour in politics we’ve become depressingly familiar with. Yes, of course we know that jaded cynicism awaits everyone who works in politics, and that you can expect to get shafted or have to shaft someone else. So? If you want to make a movie about it now, you need to be bolder and edgier with the characters and the themes, rather than simply settling for, “This is how it is.” HW
The Iron Lady Meryl Streep is Margaret Thatcher, but no matter your view of Britain’s former PM, this tremulous, unfocused biopic is less than she deserves. People will no doubt project their own Thatchers onto Streep’s predictably excellent performance; they’ll have to, because what director Phyllida Lloyd and writer Abi Morgan think of their polarising subject never quite emerges. DL
The Lorax One of the great Dr Seuss books. Much has been written about the ironies of a big corporation making hay out of this anti-consumerist story. We will not be adding to the conversation, because Helene was busy when the media screening was held, and David considers the book sacred and is trying to pretend the film does not exist.
The Pirates: Band of Misfits British claymation specialists Aardman (Wallace and Gromit, Chicken Run, Arthur Christmas) deliver the best kids' movie of the holidays. (Yes, alright, I ran screaming from the prospect of having to watch The Lorax, so that should be "probably the best"). It's not a classic for the ages, but it's well crafted, full of quirky humour, and one hundred percent loveable. The only warning note is that the 3D, while perfectly inoffensive, doesn't add a lot of value; you'll get just as much fun at the lower 2D ticket price. A lot of the jokes will fly over very small heads, but the story (endearing klutzy Pirate Captain goes all out to win Pirate of the Year, with the possibly self-interested and untrustworthy help of shifty-eyed naturalist Charles Darwin and his supercilious chimpanzee butler) will keep them entertained. DL
The Raid Ultra-violent martial arts action doesn't get much better than this. A bunch of Indonesian cops go into a crime lord's high-rise compound and fight their way up towards the Big Boss. Exceptionally well choreographed, high energy fight scenes make up 85% of the story; which is not quite to say there's no story. The sort of film where an audience's collective gasp at some exceptional act of brutality constitutes applause, though at the end my audience did, in fact, applaud. A classic of the form. DL
The Skin I Live In In years to come, perhaps it will be clearer just where, and how, this fits into the canon of Pedro Almodóvar’s work. For now, it’s a curious cocktail of ideas encompassing madness, revenge and a Frankensteinian obsession with perfection, which looks arresting onscreen, but fails to transcend its melodramatic and thriller impulses to express clearly what it wants to say. There’s always the possibility, of course, that it’s not meant to “fit”, and that this is simply the director exploring and experimenting. Whatever, there’s an uncharacteristic lack of humanity about it. Then again, it’s just occurred to me that given it involves a plastic surgeon experimenting, and not in a good way, on a human guinea pig, that lack of humanity just might be his point. Full review here. HW
The Women On The 6th Floor The pitch for the film probably went something like, “culture clash meets class conflict”, and there’s plenty of fun to be anticipated when Spanish maid Maria replaces a French maid in the Paris household of the middle-class Jouberts. (This did happen in the 60s, when Spanish women sought work and refuge from Franco across the border). Life-changing events ensue from this meeting of Parisian detachment and Spanish exuberance, and although you can see them coming a mile off, they’re played out with light cheerfulness rather than delving into their underlying psychology. Sandrine Kiberlain, who was wondrous in Mademoiselle Chambon, is rather wasted here as Mme Joubert, inevitably upstaged by the bevy of Spanish ladies engulfing her stockbroker husband (Fabrice Luchini), who can’t seem to believe what’s happening to him. Not total froth, but not particularly demanding either. Review here. HW
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Just as in John Le Carré's novel, you're expected to hold far too many characters and subplots in your head at once, but rarely has so much confusion been so absorbing. It's due to an extraordinarily deft adaptation by Bridget O'Connor and Peter Straughan, cutting and telescoping where they should while leaving plenty of room for the equally extraordinary actors to fill in the gaps, not with dialogue, but with looks and actions. Captures the gloomy, chilly sterility of its environment, but at the same time manages to hint at the human emotions struggling to survive beneath the façade. HW
Titanic 3D Someone at the premiere screening in Auckland claimed to have seen the 2D version 179 times. A few others had seen it more than 30. As for moi, this viewing reminded me why I have only seen it once. And I am very clear that I do not need to see it again. Look, I’m as much of a sucker for sentimentality as the next person, but 15 years on, the predictable characters, unsubtle dialogue, emotional manipulation and dragging out of the sinking sequences have not improved with age. Which is another way of saying that 3D hasn’t made a blind bit of difference. There are many times when you can watch it quite acceptably with the glasses off. Which is good because then you don’t have to deal with the darkening of the image. Aside from acknowledging the anniversary of the sinking, why James Cameron did this is a puzzle, since it was he who, during the making of Avatar, extolled the virtues of 3D created from scratch over conversions from 2D. (Let us weep for the number of films that could have been made from the budget to convert it.) Oh, all right, Leo and Kate look fab in their youth, and Gloria Stuart even fabber in her age, but what I can’t forgive is the fact that I now have that blimmin’ theme back in my head, and I just know it will go on ... and on ... and on ... HW
21 Jump Street The advance word on this unlikely-sounding remake-iconic-TV-drama-as-parody-film project is that it works. We are intrigued, but we haven't yet seen it.
War Horse Steven Spielberg can still frame an impressive set piece, but this episodic meander through the First World War is boring, lifeless, and all in all as poor a film as he's made since (though not, I hasten to add, as poor as) Hook. (I do not believe Spielberg has another Hook in him, though that may just be desperate denial on my part). It's intended as a family-friendly war film, which may not be an inherently perverse notion, but in Spielberg's hands means, "Oh, are millions being slaughtered? Quick, look this way, kiddies - there's a horse in danger!" DL
We Need To Talk About Kevin Whether you have read Lionel Shriver’s novel or not, and are therefore prepared or not for the terrible act that lies at its centre, you will not fail to admire Lynne Ramsay’s ability to build to the revelation of that act with an extraordinary visual and emotional power. It’s a twisty, mysterious journey through the eyes, mind and memories of a mother – played brilliantly by a gaunt and haunted Tilda Swinton – traversing the rarest but very worst of fears of parenthood with empathy and sensitivity. Review here. HW
Wrath of the Titans From the director of Battle: Los Angeles, the sequel to the awful remake of the film that wasn't that great to start with. Really determined reviewers would have forced themselves to watch this, in case it turned out to be bearable. Sorry. We were afraid we might accidentally gouge our eyes out.
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