Teenage musician Gretchen (Hunter Schafer) is struggling to move on from the death of her mother. What she doesn't need in her life right now are her father (Marton Csokas, not a villain for once), stepmother (the ever wonderful and sadly underused Jessica Henwick) and sister Alma (Mia Liu) moving across the world to a German Resort Hotel in the Alps. She doesn't want this weird Dr Konig (Dan Stevens and his Meg Foster eyes) being weird, and DEFINITELY doesn't need the strange goings on around the resort...
Neon have done it again, folks!
After the fucking terrifying "Longlegs", they have helped bring us a fable of European horror, tinged with the surreal, thoughts and imagery on motherhood, found families, genuine tension, and a trans lead whose transness is never part of the plot, or even remarked upon except in this review. Refreshing!
But fuck that!
You're here for:
It's the STEVENS VARIETY HOUR BABY!
Honestly, this movie is fucking excellent fun. Not "Abigail" fun, and not as good as "Malignant" for all of that movie's lunacy, but a checklist of madness and unchecked nightmarish insanity all the same.
Dan Stevens wielding a German accent and a rifle in the world's shittest gunfight as he screams about "breeding" does not even make it into the Top 5 list of weird ass shit to occur in this movie.
It's that kind of madness.
I have so many of these.
This movie has it all!
French lesbians!
Eggs!
Birds!
The traumas of motherhood in the nature versus nurture debate!
Dan Stevens in a German accent!
Raincoat monsters! (Who can genuinely fucking do one, they spook me out)
Dan Stevens!
Hunter Schafer telling everybody that this shit is fucking weird, man!
Dan Stevens!
I love this movie.
It makes for an excellent double bill with "Hatching", for all of that European energy and quirky humour.
Wednesday, 28 August 2024
"Blink Twice" - Review
Struggling young server Frida (Naomi Ackie) gets swept up in an invite to the luxury island of recently controversial tech billionaire Slater King (Channing Tatum), for a long week of partying and hanging out with his friends. But as she and her best friend Jess (Alia Shawkat) unwind with drinking, narcotics and the company of Slater King, his friends and some women they have invited, something seems off...
Zoe Kravitz writes and directs in her debut, and honestly? It's pretty good, even if I wish it had gone for the original title of "Pussy Island".
It's a solid fable of the abusive, unrepentant men and what they do with their power, with things to say about controlling rich people, and even the women who enable them (Geena Davis is in this! Nice!). The mystery, as it unfolds, is fun, and cut supremely well: there's a wonderful use of cameras, and some lizard/reptile imagery. The colour palette is bright and engaging, and it fits on the whole When the film veers into black comedy and satire, it manages to not wobble, and instead still feel like the same film, counteracting the rather grim shit going on (it's exactly what you think it is). The ideas and imagery of memory are well woven into the script. But honestly? The casting is what absolutely makes it:
Naomie Ackie is a wonderful lead, I like her, and her gapped teeth are refreshingly unique. She performs wonderfully.
Alia Shawkat is, again, always welcome (fuck I love "Green Room).
Channing Tatum is an odd choice, but after sleeping on it I found that I liked the performance: it's the first performance of his I've legitimately liked, even though I'm not a big fan of him as a performer.
But the supporting cast are what absolutely knock it out of the park for me.
Adria Arjona lands a 1-2 punch after "Hit Man" with this: redeeming herself for being in "Morbius" with a legitimately great turn as a reality TV star who questions why she is pitting herself against fellow women (she's honestly a highlight for me, and steals the show).
Then, there's an almost meta-commentary on the cast here, which really, really, works in my mind:
Christian Slater (fuck yes! He's BACK, baby!) plays a down and out, once-handsome sidekick and generally pretty funny best friend of Slater, named Vic - inspired casting.
Simon Rex (ADORE him, watch "Red Rocket". Stop reading this, track it down, and watch "Red Rocket") has cemented himself as an incredible performer, and here plays Mikey Saber if he wasn't a porn star: a coat-tail riding leech with none of the charm of Saber. It's great.
Haley Joel Osmont is a self-pitying incel desperate to lose weight incel (not him in real life, I think he seems like a nice guy) but again is great.
And for instant creepiness, you hire Kyle "Twin Peaks" MacLachlan!
Levon Hawke sounds EXACTLY like his dad, and is playing a sleazy Ethan Hawke rom com character, a "nice guy".
The film is slick, interesting and has things to say, and is a solid debut from Kravitz (weird to say that...)...
Zoe Kravitz writes and directs in her debut, and honestly? It's pretty good, even if I wish it had gone for the original title of "Pussy Island".
It's a solid fable of the abusive, unrepentant men and what they do with their power, with things to say about controlling rich people, and even the women who enable them (Geena Davis is in this! Nice!). The mystery, as it unfolds, is fun, and cut supremely well: there's a wonderful use of cameras, and some lizard/reptile imagery. The colour palette is bright and engaging, and it fits on the whole When the film veers into black comedy and satire, it manages to not wobble, and instead still feel like the same film, counteracting the rather grim shit going on (it's exactly what you think it is). The ideas and imagery of memory are well woven into the script. But honestly? The casting is what absolutely makes it:
Naomie Ackie is a wonderful lead, I like her, and her gapped teeth are refreshingly unique. She performs wonderfully.
Alia Shawkat is, again, always welcome (fuck I love "Green Room).
Channing Tatum is an odd choice, but after sleeping on it I found that I liked the performance: it's the first performance of his I've legitimately liked, even though I'm not a big fan of him as a performer.
But the supporting cast are what absolutely knock it out of the park for me.
Adria Arjona lands a 1-2 punch after "Hit Man" with this: redeeming herself for being in "Morbius" with a legitimately great turn as a reality TV star who questions why she is pitting herself against fellow women (she's honestly a highlight for me, and steals the show).
Then, there's an almost meta-commentary on the cast here, which really, really, works in my mind:
Christian Slater (fuck yes! He's BACK, baby!) plays a down and out, once-handsome sidekick and generally pretty funny best friend of Slater, named Vic - inspired casting.
Simon Rex (ADORE him, watch "Red Rocket". Stop reading this, track it down, and watch "Red Rocket") has cemented himself as an incredible performer, and here plays Mikey Saber if he wasn't a porn star: a coat-tail riding leech with none of the charm of Saber. It's great.
Haley Joel Osmont is a self-pitying incel desperate to lose weight incel (not him in real life, I think he seems like a nice guy) but again is great.
And for instant creepiness, you hire Kyle "Twin Peaks" MacLachlan!
Levon Hawke sounds EXACTLY like his dad, and is playing a sleazy Ethan Hawke rom com character, a "nice guy".
The film is slick, interesting and has things to say, and is a solid debut from Kravitz (weird to say that...)...
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Tuesday, 27 August 2024
"Alien: Romulus" - Review
Orphaned daughter of miners Rain (Cailee Spaeny) is forced to rethink her life when her work quota at Weyland Yutani Corporation is suddenyl lifted. Alongside her repurposed android brother Andy (David Jonsson), she hitches a ride with a bunch of scavengers: her old friend and ex-flame Tyler (Archie Renaux), his lovable sister Kay (the eternally wonderful Isabela Merced), their utter shithead cousin Bjorn (Spike Fearn) and their pilot Navarro (Aileen Wu) - they plan to scavenge the wreck of the old starship Romulus for the parts they need to leave the star system. But all is not well aboard the Romulus, and things take a turn for the worse...
It's great to have Fede Alvarez back making movies (his "Evil Dead" is great fun, and "Don't Breathe" is his best), and here he has a good time with the film. There's a fun sequence in Zero Gravity involving acid blood, the opening is a solid, faily good examination of capitalist hellscapes and dystopia. We get the very Fede Alvarez character archetypes who do the job wonderfully, the strongest arc and performance belongs to Jonsson as Andy: he moves with an excellent stillness and careful calculation. He easily steals the show, and shows off impressive range. Plus his dad jokes are a cute touch.
There is enough well done planting here to make me think that Alvarez has a future in agriculture, and when everything hits the fan it does so with aplomb: you can tell particularly in the final act that this is from an "Evil Dead" fan. It's a good recommend.
However.
All too frequently there are moments of lazy pandering (Andy says "Get away from her, you bitch!") and lines from "Alien" are quoted verbatim, there are shots designed solely for the audience to go "oooh, just like that movie I'm watching a sequel to!". But the most egregious, pathetic example comes early on as a major plot point when a CGI rendition of Ian Holm is there solely to make you go "Oh! It's Ash! From that film!". A ghoulish sneering, contemptuous blot on an otherwise good solid work.
It's great to have Fede Alvarez back making movies (his "Evil Dead" is great fun, and "Don't Breathe" is his best), and here he has a good time with the film. There's a fun sequence in Zero Gravity involving acid blood, the opening is a solid, faily good examination of capitalist hellscapes and dystopia. We get the very Fede Alvarez character archetypes who do the job wonderfully, the strongest arc and performance belongs to Jonsson as Andy: he moves with an excellent stillness and careful calculation. He easily steals the show, and shows off impressive range. Plus his dad jokes are a cute touch.
There is enough well done planting here to make me think that Alvarez has a future in agriculture, and when everything hits the fan it does so with aplomb: you can tell particularly in the final act that this is from an "Evil Dead" fan. It's a good recommend.
However.
All too frequently there are moments of lazy pandering (Andy says "Get away from her, you bitch!") and lines from "Alien" are quoted verbatim, there are shots designed solely for the audience to go "oooh, just like that movie I'm watching a sequel to!". But the most egregious, pathetic example comes early on as a major plot point when a CGI rendition of Ian Holm is there solely to make you go "Oh! It's Ash! From that film!". A ghoulish sneering, contemptuous blot on an otherwise good solid work.
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Thursday, 22 August 2024
"Trap" - Review
Pop Star Lady Raven is coming to town, and devoted father Cooper (Josh Hartnett) has brought his daughter Riley (Ariel Donoghue) along. But something seems off: there are police everywhere, and Cooper seems on edge. This whole concert is designed to trap notorious serial killer "The Butcher", and Cooper can feel the net drawing tighter.
I like Shyamalan, I've decided. He gets a lot of shit, and is something of a meme in the world, but I enjoy his campy style and how he'll always have the genesis of a great idea. His movies have his fingerprints all over them (usually) in terms of his weird dialogue and tightrope of a tone, and the other thing. You know.
This one is one of his better films in a while: the central conceit of following a serial killer trapped like a cornered rat, making him our protagonist, is certainly a refreshing and unique one. It's pretty fun too: watching him spin and improvise and work out things on the fly. It almost leans into the camp, and could therefore be fantastic fun, but what is already there works: Cooper having to run back and forth to his daughter (a rather good Ariel Donoghue), trying not to let the mask slip. Hartnett is great, clearly relishing the role: he uses his natural charm well, and there are wonderful moments when he twitches or has a darkness loom over his eyes (the conversation with the mother of a girl who is bullying his is great); and honestly his performance carries the whole thing. He'll be a myriad of emotions in a moment, without overplaying it. I like him in this. Also, somewhat amusingly, they still find a way to write him removing his shirt into the script: you can take the heartthrob out of the 2000s, but you can't take the 2000s out of the heartthrob... So yeah, he's great, way better than he needs to be in a movie like this, and it's a good showcase for his talents as a performer.
Then comes Act 3.
It gets a bit wobbly when he goes backstage, but even then it somewhat recovers in a house sequence...
It should have ended there.
It drags into real "Looney Tunes" territory in the last 20-30 minutes, before settling back down at the house once more, as if it is freewheeling and padding for time. It's a shame, after a quite good Hartnett variety hour, that instead of cutting it short and making a well made thriller with his own touches, Shyamalan instead succumbs to thinking he's saying things about trauma and motherhood and being clever. Still, Pill is good.
The build up featuring people clebrating and relishing Shyamalan's daughter as Lady Raven is... hmm, but you know, it's fine.
I like Shyamalan, I've decided. He gets a lot of shit, and is something of a meme in the world, but I enjoy his campy style and how he'll always have the genesis of a great idea. His movies have his fingerprints all over them (usually) in terms of his weird dialogue and tightrope of a tone, and the other thing. You know.
This one is one of his better films in a while: the central conceit of following a serial killer trapped like a cornered rat, making him our protagonist, is certainly a refreshing and unique one. It's pretty fun too: watching him spin and improvise and work out things on the fly. It almost leans into the camp, and could therefore be fantastic fun, but what is already there works: Cooper having to run back and forth to his daughter (a rather good Ariel Donoghue), trying not to let the mask slip. Hartnett is great, clearly relishing the role: he uses his natural charm well, and there are wonderful moments when he twitches or has a darkness loom over his eyes (the conversation with the mother of a girl who is bullying his is great); and honestly his performance carries the whole thing. He'll be a myriad of emotions in a moment, without overplaying it. I like him in this. Also, somewhat amusingly, they still find a way to write him removing his shirt into the script: you can take the heartthrob out of the 2000s, but you can't take the 2000s out of the heartthrob... So yeah, he's great, way better than he needs to be in a movie like this, and it's a good showcase for his talents as a performer.
Then comes Act 3.
It gets a bit wobbly when he goes backstage, but even then it somewhat recovers in a house sequence...
It should have ended there.
It drags into real "Looney Tunes" territory in the last 20-30 minutes, before settling back down at the house once more, as if it is freewheeling and padding for time. It's a shame, after a quite good Hartnett variety hour, that instead of cutting it short and making a well made thriller with his own touches, Shyamalan instead succumbs to thinking he's saying things about trauma and motherhood and being clever. Still, Pill is good.
The build up featuring people clebrating and relishing Shyamalan's daughter as Lady Raven is... hmm, but you know, it's fine.
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Tuesday, 13 August 2024
"Borderlands" - Review
In the distant future, a gruff bounty hunter named Lilith (Cate Blanchett) must return to her run down home planet of Pandora in order to rescue Tina (Ariana Greenblatt), the daughter of corporate magnate Atlas (Edgar Ramirez), who has been kidnapped by rogue soldier Roland (Kevin Hart) and hulking madman Krieg (Florian Munteanu).
I'm so happy Eli Roth has brought back the 2000s videogame adaptation.
Well, that's a little unfair: this is not an Eli Roth film. Suffering from a, shall we say "troubled" production", this has been going on and off for a while now, and finally staggering into cinemas this year. I'll confess that I was never a "Borderlands" fan - I found it repetitive, grating and boring, and am also hesitant to ever give money to Grease Baron Randy Pithcofrd. I have always had a troubled relationship with Roth's art: he loves the kind of trashy movies I do, but has always struggled with making them fun and likable. Only "Thanksgiving" (which he dropped out of "Borderlands" to make) really turned me back around to liking him, and his kids' movie "The House With a Clock in its Walls" is easily his best work. On paper, Roth is the best kind of person to make a high energy, blood fuelled adaptation of "Borderlands".
Too bad it's an Ari Arad movie.
Yes folks, it is that refreshing kind of shittiness where the stench of production interference is lingering over it: much like that last terrible "Hellboy" reboot (they even use "Supermassive Blackhole" here too), where the movie is sliced to ribbons and all traces of Eli Roth are sanded away. Therer are moments when it should be an Eli Roth bloodbath: Lilith uses a sniper rifle to take out a man with a headshot, but there is no blood; and the gang turning an acid pipe on approaching goons, only for us to see nothing as they just fall over. A bloodless "Borderlands" is the least of its worries (it's still based on "Borderlands") but it is an enormous strike against the project, sucking and draining all life from it. I'll just say that it was bold of them to have a trailer for "Kneecap" before this. The editing and fight scenes are reminiscent of "Suicide Squad" - lots of cutting and jarring nonsense which makes it hard to realise where anybody is in relation to anything else. It's all just, fucking amateur hour, and a clear sign of the tinkering and dicing behind the scenes.
But okay, fine, the movie has poor fight scenes (all of them, to a T, are a character shooting a gun off screen and then cutting to a new scene of a character being shot, bloodlessly, and usually from a different angle to where the bullet should come from. Fucking shocking.), Civvie11 in his "Max Payne" video effortlessly broke down one of them better than I could, if you want to give it a whirl. Honestly Civvie11 is fun anyway...
But fine, poor fight scenes? As long as we can giggle at some jokes and-
NO.
Ooooooh boy.
Wow.
Okay.
So.
I'd like to thank the makers of the film for getting one thing right: they've actually made a film which accurately captures the writing of "Borderlands". This is the most obnoxious, tiring, dreadful scripting I've seen: all of the humour is characters yattering at a million miles an hour, repeating the obvious things on screen. "Time to make it rain! ... With your body parts!" Yeesh.
I don't fault the actors, nobody could make this dialogue enjoyable or interesting, and we know this because they cast Jack Black and he was honestly the worst one. My partner was writhing in her seat and begging for his character to die every scene, that bad was his writing, and it gave me some form of enjoyment in proceedings.
But writing obnoxious characters is Eli Roth's bread and butter, right? Well, no, as we've established: this is an Ari Arad movie.
The characters are annoying in a new, fresh way uniquely different to Roth's brand of terrible: and by the time we're expected to believe that they're friends in a cut price "Guardians of the Galaxy" moment - I genuinely had to ask why. They've done no bonding or chatting, it's all been them hurling quips, and one scene of Cate Blanchett talking to Ariana Greenblatt. Poor Ariana Greenblatt, by the way: she seems to have been placed in an arms race with Jack Black for who can be more annoying on screen, but I'll give her a slight pass as she's a child, and a Gearbox approximation of "quirky and funny". Though, judging by what Randall Greasy Pitchford keeps with his company documents, maybe we should ask around about the thought process behind that character... I imagine that the scripting was thus:
And then there's the colour and design angle: some of it looks good and delightful:there are bright poppy colours to lure the attention and distract you from the dialogue on screen, a close attempt to that cel-shading we've had in the games. And Gina Gershon shows up for 6 minutes as Mad Moxi in Jessica Nigri cosplay, and it's cute. But then, in between rough and raw greenscreen, we get the market: which looks like an aisle from a convention warehouse, honestly it's rough. But by that point I was bored and checked out, I spent about 6 minutes going "Wait, is that Jessica Nigri behind Gina Gershon?!" And it turns out that she was in this too! A cute cameo, I'll give them that.
A representation of Nigri and Gershon on set.
I'll give the movie 2 other positives: Jamie Lee Curtis is such a talented actor that when given the part of Dr Tanis (a nothing character), she chose to play it in the least obvious way, and I like that. It's still not good (it's "Borderlands" dialogue) but kudos to her.
And Florian Munteanu got the one legitimate laugh from me.
I'm so happy Eli Roth has brought back the 2000s videogame adaptation.
Well, that's a little unfair: this is not an Eli Roth film. Suffering from a, shall we say "troubled" production", this has been going on and off for a while now, and finally staggering into cinemas this year. I'll confess that I was never a "Borderlands" fan - I found it repetitive, grating and boring, and am also hesitant to ever give money to Grease Baron Randy Pithcofrd. I have always had a troubled relationship with Roth's art: he loves the kind of trashy movies I do, but has always struggled with making them fun and likable. Only "Thanksgiving" (which he dropped out of "Borderlands" to make) really turned me back around to liking him, and his kids' movie "The House With a Clock in its Walls" is easily his best work. On paper, Roth is the best kind of person to make a high energy, blood fuelled adaptation of "Borderlands".
Too bad it's an Ari Arad movie.
Yes folks, it is that refreshing kind of shittiness where the stench of production interference is lingering over it: much like that last terrible "Hellboy" reboot (they even use "Supermassive Blackhole" here too), where the movie is sliced to ribbons and all traces of Eli Roth are sanded away. Therer are moments when it should be an Eli Roth bloodbath: Lilith uses a sniper rifle to take out a man with a headshot, but there is no blood; and the gang turning an acid pipe on approaching goons, only for us to see nothing as they just fall over. A bloodless "Borderlands" is the least of its worries (it's still based on "Borderlands") but it is an enormous strike against the project, sucking and draining all life from it. I'll just say that it was bold of them to have a trailer for "Kneecap" before this. The editing and fight scenes are reminiscent of "Suicide Squad" - lots of cutting and jarring nonsense which makes it hard to realise where anybody is in relation to anything else. It's all just, fucking amateur hour, and a clear sign of the tinkering and dicing behind the scenes.
But okay, fine, the movie has poor fight scenes (all of them, to a T, are a character shooting a gun off screen and then cutting to a new scene of a character being shot, bloodlessly, and usually from a different angle to where the bullet should come from. Fucking shocking.), Civvie11 in his "Max Payne" video effortlessly broke down one of them better than I could, if you want to give it a whirl. Honestly Civvie11 is fun anyway...
But fine, poor fight scenes? As long as we can giggle at some jokes and-
NO.
Ooooooh boy.
Wow.
Okay.
So.
I'd like to thank the makers of the film for getting one thing right: they've actually made a film which accurately captures the writing of "Borderlands". This is the most obnoxious, tiring, dreadful scripting I've seen: all of the humour is characters yattering at a million miles an hour, repeating the obvious things on screen. "Time to make it rain! ... With your body parts!" Yeesh.
I don't fault the actors, nobody could make this dialogue enjoyable or interesting, and we know this because they cast Jack Black and he was honestly the worst one. My partner was writhing in her seat and begging for his character to die every scene, that bad was his writing, and it gave me some form of enjoyment in proceedings.
But writing obnoxious characters is Eli Roth's bread and butter, right? Well, no, as we've established: this is an Ari Arad movie.
The characters are annoying in a new, fresh way uniquely different to Roth's brand of terrible: and by the time we're expected to believe that they're friends in a cut price "Guardians of the Galaxy" moment - I genuinely had to ask why. They've done no bonding or chatting, it's all been them hurling quips, and one scene of Cate Blanchett talking to Ariana Greenblatt. Poor Ariana Greenblatt, by the way: she seems to have been placed in an arms race with Jack Black for who can be more annoying on screen, but I'll give her a slight pass as she's a child, and a Gearbox approximation of "quirky and funny". Though, judging by what Randall Greasy Pitchford keeps with his company documents, maybe we should ask around about the thought process behind that character... I imagine that the scripting was thus:
And then there's the colour and design angle: some of it looks good and delightful:there are bright poppy colours to lure the attention and distract you from the dialogue on screen, a close attempt to that cel-shading we've had in the games. And Gina Gershon shows up for 6 minutes as Mad Moxi in Jessica Nigri cosplay, and it's cute. But then, in between rough and raw greenscreen, we get the market: which looks like an aisle from a convention warehouse, honestly it's rough. But by that point I was bored and checked out, I spent about 6 minutes going "Wait, is that Jessica Nigri behind Gina Gershon?!" And it turns out that she was in this too! A cute cameo, I'll give them that.
A representation of Nigri and Gershon on set.
I'll give the movie 2 other positives: Jamie Lee Curtis is such a talented actor that when given the part of Dr Tanis (a nothing character), she chose to play it in the least obvious way, and I like that. It's still not good (it's "Borderlands" dialogue) but kudos to her.
And Florian Munteanu got the one legitimate laugh from me.
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Thursday, 8 August 2024
"Kneecap" - Review
An Irish language teacher (JJ O Docharteigh) is asked to come and translate for a young man (Liam Og O Hannaidh) arrested and refusing to speak English. The former connects with his charge, and find that he is a skilled lyricist and, alongside his fellow degenerate (Naoise O Caireallain) reluctantly embarks upon a musical career with the pair.
A debauched and hilariously filthy "rags to Primark" tale. On the surface a simple music biography (Kneecap play themselves in this), it instead becomes a springboard for discussing colonialism, the Irish language, and how the simple act of speaking it can be rebellion unto itself, particularly in a a conservative and (shall we say...) "wrought" environment. It goes into gatekeeping of revolution and rebelliousness, and has a lot to say about it all. It's a snarling, uproarious, punky form of cinema and art; with neat flourishes like the use of subtitles and squiggly, cartoony graphics. It's cloaked in irreverence, and exceedingly, gut-bustingly funny debauchery of drug trips and parties. The soundtrack is excellent (as one would hope) and I have heard it best described as "the soundtrack to getting blackout drunk".
Its cloak of lunacy and debauchery is a veneer for passionate, ardent defence of language and rebellion. The jokes come thick and fast, but it never neglects character, and is both uproarious and righteous in equal measure. You'll be cackling like a maniac at the antics of getting ketamine confused with cocaine, and then pondering why speakers of an endangered language are told to be perfect "presentable" spokesman, as if they NEED to be, when for years an entire culture has been hammered down and told not to speak their language with pride. You'll have a funny, perverted, filthy romance as a girl begs her lover to talk dirty by saying proud Catholic slogans and retorting with Protestant filth (an excellent Jessica Reynolds); and then one of the gang will be hungover and high as a kite from the night before, trying to go to his job. It's like if "Deadpool" was witty and had anything to say.
A debauched and hilariously filthy "rags to Primark" tale. On the surface a simple music biography (Kneecap play themselves in this), it instead becomes a springboard for discussing colonialism, the Irish language, and how the simple act of speaking it can be rebellion unto itself, particularly in a a conservative and (shall we say...) "wrought" environment. It goes into gatekeeping of revolution and rebelliousness, and has a lot to say about it all. It's a snarling, uproarious, punky form of cinema and art; with neat flourishes like the use of subtitles and squiggly, cartoony graphics. It's cloaked in irreverence, and exceedingly, gut-bustingly funny debauchery of drug trips and parties. The soundtrack is excellent (as one would hope) and I have heard it best described as "the soundtrack to getting blackout drunk".
Its cloak of lunacy and debauchery is a veneer for passionate, ardent defence of language and rebellion. The jokes come thick and fast, but it never neglects character, and is both uproarious and righteous in equal measure. You'll be cackling like a maniac at the antics of getting ketamine confused with cocaine, and then pondering why speakers of an endangered language are told to be perfect "presentable" spokesman, as if they NEED to be, when for years an entire culture has been hammered down and told not to speak their language with pride. You'll have a funny, perverted, filthy romance as a girl begs her lover to talk dirty by saying proud Catholic slogans and retorting with Protestant filth (an excellent Jessica Reynolds); and then one of the gang will be hungover and high as a kite from the night before, trying to go to his job. It's like if "Deadpool" was witty and had anything to say.
Monday, 5 August 2024
"Twisters" - Review
Meteorologist Kate Carter (Daisy Edgar Jones) loses her friends in an experiment to map tornados, and shuts herself off from the world. When fellow survivor and scientist friend Javi (Anthony Ramos) convinces her to come out of self-imposed exile and try it again, the pair fall into the orbit of storm chaser and YouTube star Tyler Owens (Glenn Powell) and his team, embarking upon adventures in storm chasing.
"Twister" was not as good as people remember.
This one is thus a good sequel to that first film. Its characters are perfunctory, the screenplay is honestly a good exercise in dissecting screenplays: you can time each beat and moment and turning point to the very second and page, ala "Save the Cat", and you're here for some tornado silliness. It ticks along nicely, and you remember the characters because they've cast quirky actors and rising stars in these perfunctory parts: the team who die at the start are played by Kiernan Shipka (wearing glasses, and you know she's the quirky smart one); Nik Dodani (so you know he's the nervous one); and Daryl "I Don't Actually Sleep with an Older Actor This Time" McCormack (so you know he's the charming, likable one). That trend continues into the present day setting: we've got Sasha Lane as the drone pilot (fun side note: every time we see a film with her in at our local cinema, it's in the same screen. Henceforth it shall be the "Sasha Lane" screen); Brandon Perea from "Nope" is the right hand man of our lead; Katy O'Brien plays a mechanic with about 6 lines, but you know - it's the lady from "Love Lies Bleeding" so I let it pass; Future "Superman" and star of "Pearl" David Corenswet turns up as the "douchebag corporate" character you enjoy seeing get splattered in mud; and there's honestly a nice little bit with a reporter played by Harry Haddon-Paton, where he goes to take photographs of people in danger but instead places it down and goes to help.
Powell and Edgar-Jones are the stars here, and the former is lovable and engaging, and Edgar-Jones holds the ship steady with a less flashy part. It's a servicable, trundling along disaster movie. Everybody can sit down and watch it, it's fine. And thus, it is a perfect sequel to the mediocre "Twister". Hell, I was more interested in seeing this than "Ryan Reynolds and Wolverine".
I do kind of want that gadget drill gimmick truck Tyler drives though, that's stupidly fun.
"Twister" was not as good as people remember.
This one is thus a good sequel to that first film. Its characters are perfunctory, the screenplay is honestly a good exercise in dissecting screenplays: you can time each beat and moment and turning point to the very second and page, ala "Save the Cat", and you're here for some tornado silliness. It ticks along nicely, and you remember the characters because they've cast quirky actors and rising stars in these perfunctory parts: the team who die at the start are played by Kiernan Shipka (wearing glasses, and you know she's the quirky smart one); Nik Dodani (so you know he's the nervous one); and Daryl "I Don't Actually Sleep with an Older Actor This Time" McCormack (so you know he's the charming, likable one). That trend continues into the present day setting: we've got Sasha Lane as the drone pilot (fun side note: every time we see a film with her in at our local cinema, it's in the same screen. Henceforth it shall be the "Sasha Lane" screen); Brandon Perea from "Nope" is the right hand man of our lead; Katy O'Brien plays a mechanic with about 6 lines, but you know - it's the lady from "Love Lies Bleeding" so I let it pass; Future "Superman" and star of "Pearl" David Corenswet turns up as the "douchebag corporate" character you enjoy seeing get splattered in mud; and there's honestly a nice little bit with a reporter played by Harry Haddon-Paton, where he goes to take photographs of people in danger but instead places it down and goes to help.
Powell and Edgar-Jones are the stars here, and the former is lovable and engaging, and Edgar-Jones holds the ship steady with a less flashy part. It's a servicable, trundling along disaster movie. Everybody can sit down and watch it, it's fine. And thus, it is a perfect sequel to the mediocre "Twister". Hell, I was more interested in seeing this than "Ryan Reynolds and Wolverine".
I do kind of want that gadget drill gimmick truck Tyler drives though, that's stupidly fun.
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