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Saturday, 20 January 2018

2017: A Year in Review

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Hello dear reader. Well, when you start looking at back at 2017 you realise that when the dust settles, it more likely to be a cinematic year that is remembered as ‘hopefully’ a watershed moment for equality, rather than anything that happened in front of the cameras. There were, as per usual, the obligatory superhero films. All of them packed to the rafters with anti-heroes and more angst than you’d normally find in a Bruce Wayne therapy session. It was also, by recent standards a fairly quiet summer too. As usual, there were a few tent pole movies that were trying to compete for your hard-earned cash but none that really delivered on either the reputation of box office takings front. Pirates of the Caribbean came and went without much fanfare. As did The Mummy reboot, Alien: Covenant, Baywatch, Transformers: The Last Knight and War for The Planet of The Apes. I don’t know if the lackluster summer was more a sign that people are getting fed up with sequels or if screenwriters are getting fed up with writing them. The only blockbusters that seem to tick the good reviews and money taken boxes were Dunkirk, Spider-Man: Homecoming and Wonder Woman. Although I would imagine Christopher Nolan would disagree with the blockbuster tag for Dunkirk. There were other offerings throughout the year. Baby Driver arrived and proceeded to show La La Land what a real musical was, without ever actually being one. Kenneth Branagh put together a very impressive ensemble cast for his remake of Murder on the Orient Express, all of which were outshone by a moustache that not only defied gravity and imagination but possibly several building regulations as well. Beauty and the Beast continued the to push forward the Disney back catalogue live action remake bandwagon, that started rolling along a few years ago and will shortly be joined by Tim Burton’s Dumbo and Jungle Book, directed by Andy Serkis. Get Out ruffled a few feathers with its subject matter and Darren Aronofsky’s Mother is, I am reliably informed, the ultimate epitome of a Marmite Movie. You either love it, hate it or REALLY hate it. For a slightly less polarizing example of this effect, I would recommend watching The Last Jedi.

So, let’s get down to the meat and bones (vegetarian and vegan substitutes are available) of why you’re reading this. My do’s and don’ts, from the previous twelve months. As I alluded to earlier, there were plenty of ladies and gentlemen, running and in some cases flying around, trying to protect us from all sorts of nasty people and creatures, hell bent of planetary destruction and general naughty step behavior. My runner up for best superhero film of the year would have to be Patty Jenkins Wonder Woman. A great movie that delivered in numerous departments and as long as you’re happy to ignore the films spectacular ‘falling off a cliff’ ending, or ‘Prometheus effect’ as it should be referred to, then you’ll have a great time watching it. The gold medal winner or ‘bestest film that shows people doing stuff that people can’t really do’ type thingy, would have to go to Logan. It promised to be different and James Mangold didn’t disappoint. Not your typical superhero fare. It wasn’t heavy on cgi effects or visual overload. Instead the film concentrated the core of its story around family, doing the right thing and redemption. Hugh Jackman’s had stated prior to the film’s release that this would be his last outing as Wolverine and he left the franchise on a high. However, given that Disney have now purchased Fox and that they know a great cash cow when they see one, it will be interesting to see if the can coax Mr. Jackman back to the part. Especially as he’s given interviews in the past where he has stated that he’d love to see Wolverine and Iron Man on the screen together. It probably won’t happen but given Disney’s ability to add zeros to the end of cheques, it’s not beyond the realms of possibility. If Hugh isn’t for turning then current favorite to take over the ‘pointy claws’ role is Pablo Schreiber, who was last seen playing Mad Sweeny in American Gods and in a quirky twist of fate, is also the half-brother of Liev Schreiber who played Hugh Jackman’s Brother in X-Men Origins: Wolverine back in 2009. Small world eh. An honorable mention should also go to Taika Waititi’s Thor Ragnarok. Which showed that despite an oversaturated market, creative and innovative ideas are still possible and that funny equals money. Most of you will probably have seen Waititi’s, What We Do in Shadows, or at least heard of it. What you should do, if Ragnarok tickled your whimsical bone, is watch the film he made prior to Thor, called Hunt for the Wilderpeople. I can personally recommend it and don’t be surprised if you find it taking up residence in your own personal all time top ten. 

Now to the other end of the spandex scale of excellence. Or if you prefer, the ‘dear god, won’t somebody make it stop’ category. There’s no getting around it and it almost physically hurts to admit it, but the DCEU Justice League film is just a two-hour car crash that keeps on giving. I have always preferred ‘Team DC’ over team smelly pants ‘Marvel’ for one simple reason, Batman. But with the best will in the world, my loyalty is being severely tested. Even if you tilt your head, squint out of one eye and hop up and down on the spot, there’s still no getting away from the fact that the Justice League film is not only a mess, it should be held up as an example to all future generations, to show that you can have all the visual distractions in the world and spend money like you’ve just found Bill Gates wallet on Black Friday but ultimately without a good script, great character development and a story that even remotely comes close to making sense, then you’re dead in the water before you even start. DC and Warner’s need to stop what they are doing, go and sit in a cave together for three or four years, get an equivalent of Marvel’s Kevin Feige to oversee everything work out a story arc and then commission some Aaron Sorkin, Fran Walsh quality screenwriters to produce some material that doesn’t make my eyes bleed. Will this happen? Of course not, but if something doesn’t change, and change very soon, then team smelly pants will be ruling the roost for the considerable future. 
Another costumed ‘do-gooder’ film that I was deeply disappointed by was Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 2. I was very impressed by Vol 1 and like Thor: Ragnarok, I thought I gave a breath of fresh air to what was becoming a very formulaic brand. However, Vol 2’s over reliance on toilet humour left me feeling like I’d just watched a Carry On film with an effects budget. It could just be me but I just didn’t bond with this film anywhere near as much as I did with the first. Like Justice League, it felt like the story was of secondary importance and that James Gunn’s mission statement was let’s confuse them with the shiny things and then when no bodies watching we’ll use some good old fashioned smoke and mirror techniques to make them forget that the story isn’t that satisfying. Oh, and just to clarify and to make sure no one accuses me of ageism, the shiny things I am referring to here are not the cameos from Sylvester Stallone or The Hoff. Even the inclusion of Kurt Russell couldn’t save this from being a mess but as sure as night follows day and Donald follows Twitter, I’m sure there will be a Vol 3 at some point in the not too distant future and let’s not forget the entire MCU gang will be on show in this year’s Avengers: Infinity War. Which has basically been what the last ten years and 18 films have been leading towards. So, no pressure there then…

So, what about the rest of the cinematic universe? As I mentioned earlier. There were films out last year that weren’t about truth, justice and the American way. IT was a movie that had a lot of people worried, prior to its release. Stephen Kings one-thousand-page book had already seen the light of day as a 1990 TV Miniseries and Tim Curry’s portrayal of Pennywise had become iconic and one of those rare roles that most people would consider untouchable. Thankfully no one told either the director Andy Mushietti or the new Pennywise, Bill Skarsgard, to leave well enough alone and IT has now begun to traumatise a completely new generation.  Luc Besson, twenty years after he unleashed The Fifth Element, came back with what he hoped would be another sci-fi classic, Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets. Unfortunately, no one seemed to be that interested in going to see it and it found itself at the wrong end of the budget vs box office take equation. Or to put it another way, it bombed like a bomby thing on national bomb day in bomby land. Of course, not all science fiction films died on their bottom last year. Star Wars: The Last Jedi arrived in mid-December and blew the rest of the competition out of the water. At 152 minutes, it clocks in as the longest ‘sit down, watch & enjoy’ offering Lucas Film has ever produced. What’s really interesting about The Last Jedi is the reaction it got from everyone who went to see it. As I briefly mentioned early, it seems to have a very polarising effect on those who have seen it. My personal opinion on the film has my feet firmly planet in ‘the no so much’ camp. I didn’t like some of the decisions that were made regarding the story and there were plot holes so big that you could flown a Death Star through them. That said the director, Rian Johnson, has obviously delivered a film that has kept the powers that be at Disney, very happy. So much so that they’ve asked him to write, produce and direct a completely new Star Wars trilogy. As is the norm with secrecy and non-disclosure agreements in the Star Wars universe, not much is known about who or what these films will be about but given Johnson’s disregard for what has come before, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it turned out Darth Vader has a sister, Jar Jar Binks is Supreme Leader Snokes father and he throws in a smattering of Vulcans for good measure. Just to clarify any grey areas or misunderstandings, I am not a fan of what Mr. Johnson did with The Last Jedi. There was however a much better example of how to do science fiction well. In October Denis Villeneuve brought us Blade Runner 2049. A sequel to the Ridley Scott 1982 classic and what could well be my film of the year. Visually it was stunning and had a soundtrack that not only fitted perfectly with what you were watching but complimented the universe that Philip K Dick had created. Unlike The Last Jedi, its running time of nearly three hours, was a pleasure to sit through. Villeneuve has recently had somewhat of a Midas touch with everything he has worked on. His last three films Sicario, Arrival and Blade Runner 2049 show how versatile he is when dealing with creating characters and the worlds they inhabit. If you haven’t seen any of these three films then I would urge you to do so. The next film on his schedule is apparently a remake of Dune and I strongly suspect that it will be a much better than the David Lynch version, released back in 1984.

It’s worth mentioning that Both Amazon & Netflix, both synonymous with producing their own high-end television series, are now starting to create and release films too. Will Smith and Joel Edgerton starred in Netflix’s Bright. An odd film, who’s premise is a world where fantasy creatures live and work side by side with each other. Directed by David Ayer, who is also responsible bring End of Watch and Suicide Squad to the screen, was given the responsibility and a rather large amount of money to direct Bright. The results are a bit of a mixed bag. The idea is a great premise, unfortunately some of its execution is somewhat lacking. The script seemed a little formulaic at times and as a buddy movie there are better examples of genre. Netflix on the other hand loved it. So much so that they have given the green light for a sequel, which should be streaming to a device near you is approximately two years’ time. 

As I mentioned earlier, 2017 is not going to be remembered for its quality of product but more for the tidal wave of people, who decided to say enough is enough, who stood up to be counted and proclaimed with one voice that the male abuse of power, that had been treated as the norm for so long, was not going to be tolerated anymore. Harvey Weinstein became the flash point for this movement and almost instantly other members of Hollywood’s elite were finding themselves under a very bright and demanding spotlight. In an unprecedented move and because of multiple allegations made by numerous people, Ridley Scott replaced Kevin Spacey with Christopher Plummer in All the Money in the World. Now, it’s not that unusual for actors to be replaced, once a film has started filming. Michael J Fox replaced Eric Stoltz in Back to the Future and Viggo Mortensen took over from Stuart Townsend in The Lord of the Rings. However, to go back and replace an actor and reshoot all their scenes with less than two months before its release, is unheard of. To say nothing of the financial costs to do so. Rough estimates have the final amount coming in at over twelve million dollars. The aftershocks from the last four months will continue to be felt in the film and television industry for a very long time and hopefully we’ve seen the start of a movement that will give everyone the breaks and opportunities they all deserve.

So, all in all 2017 wasn’t what you’d call a great year. It was entertaining in places but towards the end it seemed to feel like we’d just spent twelve months suffering from Déjà vu. There were exceptions to the ‘been there, bought the t-shirt’ doldrums that Hollywood seems fit to inflict on us but not many of them. If you do like your films with a hint of superhero about them, then last year was business as usual and you’ll be happy to learn the Marvel’s current schedule has films penciled in all the way to the end of 2020. If you like your silver screen entertainment to be a bit more cerebral then I suspect that you’ll spend a lot of 2018 avoiding cinema multiplexes and hunting out local independent picture houses more and more. I do hope that the big studios haven’t forgotten that above all else, story is king and despite what you can do with a computer these days, it isn’t always necessary to achieve the best results with a mouse and editing software. The pen is always mightier than the sword. Especially when the sword is composed of polygons and processor power…      

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Hail, Caesar!


Hello dear reader, I hope you are well. Right, now we have a problem. Or to be more precise, I have a problem. A problem I suspect I may not be alone with but I have the tiniest of inklings that it could ever so slightly taint what you are about to read. 
My problem is this. Ever since the early nineties, I cannot hear the words ‘Hail Caesar’ without immediately thinking of Graham Chapman in the masterpiece that is ‘The Life of Brian’ and one particular scene in general. This problem is then further compounded by the fact that no sooner has my brain processed that little gem of comedy gold, that it always, and I do mean always, moves onto Mr. Michael Palin and his fabulous ‘Biggus Dickus’ speech. Now once that has played out in my head things tend to settle down a bit and I can try and pull my thought processes back to what most qualified professionals would laughably call ‘normal’. However, it can sometimes be a struggle to get there, as its dependant on the prevailing wind speed, the company I am in at the time and whether I am the Messiah or just a very naughty boy. 
There’s also the small matter of me doing the world’s worst impression of the Beavis & Butt-Head laugh whilst I happily play out this internal monologue. As I said it’s a problem but to be honest, it’s not one I plan on getting fixed any time soon. 
So if you’re willing to put up with this little affliction and don’t mind knowing that there will be points during the writing of this blog where I will have been crying over my keyboard, please feel free to continue reading.

Still there? Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.

So a little background to start with, if you’ll permit me. The Coen Brothers, Ethan and Joel have been producing, writing and directing their own films now for the better part of thirty years. Their back catalogue is remarkable and includes gems like Raising Arizona, Miller’s Crossing, The Big Lebowski, Fargo and True Grit, to name but a few. The have managed to work with the very best when it comes to acting talent and, as with other directors, have collaborated with some on more than one occasion. George Clooney has now appeared in four of their films, Josh Brolin has three under his belt and Tilda Swinton has two. However, Frances McDormand blows them all out of the water with a very imposing eight. Now, she is married to Joel Coen and far be it for me to say that she doesn’t have to audition but even with the best spin doctors available it does look like favouritism to me!

Hail, Caesar! tells the story of Eddie Mannix, played by the aforementioned Mr Brolin. Mannix works for Capitol Pictures and is what’s referred to in 1950’s Hollywood as a fixer. He keeps stars out of trouble, rumours under control and always try to keep at least two steps ahead of the press. The film is a snap shot of a day in his life and all the troubles and tribulations he has to go through and deal with. There’s everything from twin Journalists, with very different agendas. Trying to appease and seek approval from several Gods, whilst making sure that other religions aren’t also offended at the same time and then dealing with the kidnapping of Capitol Pictures prize asset by a rather nice bunch of cardigan wearing communists. The asset in question is none other than Baird Whitlock, played to perfection by the annoyingly good looking George Clooney. Whitlock is basically an amalgamation of three real acting heavyweights. Namely, Robert Taylor, Charlton Heston and Kirk Douglas. Who gave us Quo Vadis, Ben Hur and Spartacus respectively. Whitlock is a drinker and a ham actor. A man who has got to where he is today on good fortune and luck, rather than talent and hard work. Those charming communist cardigan wearers refer to themselves collectively as ‘The Future’ and are played flawlessly by a great ensemble group, including John Bluthal, or if you prefer ‘Frank Pickle’ from the Vicar of Dibley. Without giving away a spoiler there is also another famous actor hidden amongst their ranks and again, without wanting to give too much away, the character his person plays ends up on a Russian bound submarine captained by none other than Dolph Lundgren and yes, you did read that right. 
Life for Mannix life is further complicated by the fact that he’s trying to be a good father and a good husband but work just keeps getting in the way. Mannix been offered a different job, with normal hours, great pay and potential from a representative of Lockheed but that’s not where his heart lies. Mannix is a morally sound guy but he just needs the day to be about six hours longer to get everything done. 

Hail, Caesar! is a love letter from the Coen brothers to Hollywood. It’s full of sharp dialogue and mirth. It’s scattered with cameos from start to finish. Christopher Lambert and Clancy Brown (The Highlander and the Kurgan respectively), although they don’t share any scenes together. Robert Picardo, Agyness Deyn, Michael Gambon as the Narrator and Jonah Hill to name a few. There are also a plethora of other actors scattered throughout the film who deserve a slightly bigger mention too. Scarlett Johansson, Ralph Fiennes, Channing Tatum and Alden Ehrenreich each bring their own unique qualities to the screen and help produce what is and always will be quintessentially a Coen brother’s film.   

This is a film that won’t be to everyone’s tastes. It has a sense of humour that skewer’s ever so slightly towards quirky and odd ball.  It’s unlikely to win over anyone who isn’t already a Coen brothers fan but for those of you out there they feel they could still need persuading before they go and see it, I offer up the following evidence for the defence. If you’ve ever actually wanted to see someone slap George Clooney for real, then this is the film for you. If you like your cinema outings not to contain any deaths then this is the only Coen brother’s film where no one becomes an ex-parrot and even though Francis McDormand is barely in the film for more than three minutes, she steals the film and you’re unlikely to see a better one hundred and eighty seconds committed to film any time soon. So that ladies and gentlemen is that. Hail, Caesar! is an hour and forty six minutes of fun and frivolity. It’s a small glimpse into an ever so slightly surreal world that is American film making in the 1950’s. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll fail to appreciate it’s the meek who are the problem. 

Twitter Review:
Hail, Caesar! Is a little slice of silly & a sprinkling of eccentric. Amazing cast & a Coen brothers classic. 
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