Showing posts with label Colin Firth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colin Firth. Show all posts

Friday, 2 August 2024

Movie Review: Empire Of Light (2022)


Genre: Romantic Drama  
Director: Sam Mendes  
Starring: Olivia Colman, Micheal Ward, Colin Firth, Toby Jones  
Running Time: 115 minutes  

Synopsis: It's the early 1980s in a small south coast town in England. Hilary (Olivia Colman) is the frumpy middle-aged manager at the Empire Cinema, a local landmark now a bit worse for wear. Norman (Toby Jones) runs the projection room, while the cinema is owned by the sleazy Donald Ellis (Colin Firth), who demands and receives sexual favours from Hilary. Aspiring architecture student Stephen (Micheal Ward) is the latest addition to the staff team, and the young black man establishes a friendship then a romance with Hilary despite the age difference between them.

What Works Well: Writer and director Sam Mendes embarks on a nostalgic journey back to the era of big movie theatres with lavish reception areas and grand staircases. Lovingly photographed by Roger Deakins, the Empire stands along the main boulevard as part of the community's fabric, although both the patrons and the building have experienced better days. Hilary is joined by Stephen at the heart of the tender drama, but the surrounding supporting characters are all treated with care and add welcome texture. Olivia Colman excels as a woman on the edge, culminating in a spectacular meltdown during a premier gala event.

What Does Not Work As Well: Too many themes are loaded upon two souls in pain finding each other. Mental illness, misogyny, racism, loneliness, infidelity, the hazards of a bi-racial romance with a big age difference, and social upheaval in Thatcher's England all compete for space. The "magic of the movies" thread that is supposed to stitch them all together is stretched well beyond its limits.

Conclusion: One simple romance, numerous weighty complications.



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Wednesday, 21 September 2022

Movie Review: Operation Mincemeat (2021)

A spy drama, Operation Mincemeat benefits from the real story's ingenuity, but suffers from distracted padding.

The setting is Britain in 1943, with the Allies readying an invasion of Sicily. Lieutenant Commander Ewen Montagu (Colin Firth) and intelligence officer Charles Cholmondeley (Matthew Macfadyen) are placed in charge of an audacious operation to deceive the Germans into believing Greece is the actual invasion target. The plan hinges on planting the dead body of a supposed British military officer on the beaches of Spain as a victim of a plane crash, with "secret" papers in his briefcase revealing the invasion plans. 

The operation receives Churchill's support, but head of intelligence Admiral John Godfrey (Jason Isaacs) remains sceptical. Ewen and Charles are supported by loyal assistant Hester (Penelope Wilton) and researcher Jean Leslie (Kelly Macdonald). With Ewen's marriage in trouble and his family out of the country, he develops an attraction towards Jean. Godfrey further complicates matters by pressuring Charles into spying on Ewen's brother, a suspected communist sympathizer.

Directed by John Madden and written by Michelle Ashford, Operation Mincemeat enjoys elegant production values, a capable cast, and a strong sense of time and place. The remarkable real events helped shape World War Two's destiny, and ensure inherent narrative power and persistent engagement. The so-bizarre-it-may-work idea of finding a random drowned corpse and creating a waterproof backstory to fool the enemy propels the best scenes.

But the film leans too far towards surrounding the central plot with human interest. The stifled love triangle between Ewen, Jean, and Charles persistently gets in the way. The subplot of Charles seeking to repatriate his deceased war hero brother and succumbing to Godfrey's pressure tactics to spy on Ewen barely flickers. The running time meanders over two hours, too often focusing on the wrong things, the actual operation frequently marginalized.

The lack of balance defangs the drama, and the final act suffers the most. Once the planted dead body washes up in Spain, Madden has to rush through a haze of barely defined Spanish officials, German agents, and British emissaries to track the fake intelligence's progress towards Hitler's desk. The main characters are reduced to standing around waiting for the clack of incoming messages. Some scattered bits of tension survive, but with the historical outcome well known, the resolution is content with fading out.

Colin Firth holds his ground and delivers an upright performance, and Matthew Macfadyen is a capable deputy. Kelly Macdonald finds a range of understated emotions portraying a resourceful woman stepping up to the table but also uncertain about Ewen's romantic intentions. A bit of humour is thrown in through the character of James Bond creator Ian Fleming (Johnny Flynn), a supporting member of the intelligence team.

Neither shaken nor stirred, Operation Mincemeat is serviceably mixed with overstuffed olives.



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Saturday, 14 May 2022

Movie Review: Bridget Jones's Baby (2016)


A romantic comedy, Bridget Jones's Baby carries all the blotches of an unnecessary second sequel trying to squeeze money out of a series well past its best-by date.

In London, Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) celebrates her 43rd birthday on her own, still despondent that she cannot find her one true love. To cheer her up, work colleague Miranda (Sarah Solemani) drags Bridget to a music festival, where she has a one-night stand with online dating tycoon Jack Qwant (Patrick Dempsey). Meanwhile, Bridget twice bumps into the elusive love of her life Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), including at the funeral of her other ex-lover Daniel Cleaver. 

Mark's marriage is in trouble, and soon he and Bridget share a passionate night. A few weeks later she finds herself pregnant but does not know who the father is. Meanwhile Bridget's television studio workplace is also in chaos, as a new generation of young managers take over and introduce radical changes.

Renée Zellweger returns to the screen after a six year hiatus, but both the actress (47 years old) and the character (43 years old) are too old for the frivolous material. In the 2001 original, Bridget was in her early thirties and easily excused for stumbling her way through adult responsibilities. In Bridget Jones's Baby, what was once fresh and cute is stale and near insufferable, Bridget in middle age still operating with the physical coordination of a child, the emotional wisdom of an adolescent, and the professional incompetence of a newbie.

The screenplay by Helen Fielding, Dan Mazer, and Emma Thompson is too lazy to find new ideas and leans heavily on overly-familiar character mannerisms. Director Sharon Maguire stretches the flimsy who-is-the-father premise to two tired hours, both Colin Firth (stiff, bored, and boring) and Patrick Dempsey (flat, lost, and disengaged) sleepwalking their way through juvenile buck roles.

Thompson the writer cannot help the material, but at least Thompson the actress is a bright presence as Bridget's seen-it-all doctor. Otherwise, the best moments occur in the television studio where Jones works, with Sarah Solemani as on-air presenter Miranda adding a much-needed spike of sass. Her contributions are welcome, but far from sufficient to relieve the tedium as Bridget Jones's Baby labours to ineptitude.



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Wednesday, 6 April 2022

Movie Review: Girl With A Pearl Earring (2003)

A drama set in the art world, Girl With A Pearl Earring is visually beautiful and emotionally deliberate, but also slow and sparse.

In the Dutch Republic of 1665, Griest (Scarlett Johansson) is a young woman dispatched by her struggling family to work as a lowly maid in the Delft home of painter Johannes Vermeer (Colin Firth). She dedicates herself to household tasks under the guidance of senior maid Tanneke (Joanna Scanlan). Both Vermeer and his wealthy patron Pieter van Ruijven (Tom Wilkinson) notice Griest's beauty, intelligence, and curiosity, while she starts a romance with butcher's son Pieter (Cillian Murphy).

Vermeer paints slowly and methodically, placing a financial strain on the household and causing tension in his marriage to Catharina (Essie Davis), who is perpetually pregnant. His mother-in-law Maria Thins (Judy Parfitt) also lives with them, and is more pragmatic. In the privacy of his studio, Vermeer starts discussing painting techniques with Griest, and secretly asks her to help him purchase materials and mix colours. When van Ruijven demonstrates lustful intent and insists that Griest be the subject of Vermeer's next painting, the pressure on her intensifies.

An adaptation of the 1999 fictional book by Tracy Chevalier with a screenplay by Olivia Hetreed, Girl With A Pearl Earring constructs an imagined narrative around the Dutch painter's most famous work. The story of a lowly maid unintentionally causing sexual tension and becoming the subject of a masterpiece is of only average interest. Director Peter Webber therefore leans on style to enhance the substance, and for art aficionados familiar with the painter's signature elements, the movie is a treat.

Vermeer is known for interiors dominated by browns, greys, and yellows, punctuated by exotic and expensive earth-based colours including lapis, and expressive use of light. Supplemented by a sumptuous Alexandre Desplat music score, Webber designs almost every frame to resemble a Vermeer, with prominent use of candles and natural light streaming through windows, and a focus on inspirations found within the home environment.

Which is just as well. The character interactions are slow, moody, and often unfold in the silence of paintings. Scarlett Johansson as Griest floats wordlessly through Vermeer's home, her expressive eyes absorbing a better class of household than her own, her smile-incapable mouth fixed in a pouty expression as she causes tension by simply existing and obeying orders. Colin Firth equally uses an economy of words, and hides behind an artist's bottled passion to avoid revealing much of a person. The predictable outcome is plenty of pregnant pauses and soulful stares leading to...more pregnant pauses and more soulful stares.

The film does better demonstrating the mechanics of a maid's life in a European city of the 1660s. Griest's daily routine of hard scrubbing, market shopping, and ingredient chopping yields sore and blistered hands. Webber also does well teasing out a class structure of rules and limitations, wife Catherine clinging to strict applications of roles and responsibilities as a desperate emotional defence, while the Vermeer family demonstrates servile deference to patron van Ruijven, who essentially keeps them alive.

A few side plot threads add modest interest but ultimately little relevance, including the romance with butcher's son Pieter and a running (and, of course, silent) feud between Griest and one of Vermeer's daughters. Girl With A Pearl Earring is more about artistry and less about profundity, in this case a reasonable enough allocation of emphasis.



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Tuesday, 21 September 2021

Movie Review: The Command (2018)

A drama about the Kursk submarine disaster, The Command (also known as Kursk and Kursk: The Last Mission) is a well-constructed and multi-faceted recreation of a tragedy at sea.

In 2000, Captain-Lieutenant Mikhail Averin (Matthias Schoenaerts) and his crew mates celebrate a colleague's wedding. They then depart on the submarine Kursk out of Vidyayevo port in Murmansk to participate in Russian Northern Fleet naval exercises in the Barents Sea. The crew members notice one of the torpedoes running hot, but their superiors ignore the warning. The faulty torpedo explodes, triggering a catastrophic secondary explosion of all other munitions. The Kursk sinks.

Mikhail leads a group of 23 survivors who take refuge in a sealed-off compartment. Admiral Andrey Grudzinsky (Peter Simonischek) leads the rescue efforts, but is hampered by inadequate and poorly maintained equipment. Back in Murmansk, Mikhail's pregnant wife Tanya (Léa Seydoux) and other relatives desperately seek information but are stonewalled by navy officials.

Commodore David Russell (Colin Firth) of the British Navy is monitoring the disaster and offers to help, but the Russian bureaucracy represented by Admiral Petrenko (Max von Sydow) refuses foreign assistance. Meanwhile the survivors face cold, wet and cramped conditions, and dwindling oxygen supplies.

Directed by Denmark's Thomas Vinterberg, The Command adapts the book A Time To Die by Robert Moore with grim realism. The Kursk tragedy resulted in 118 deaths, and the film approaches the drama with a clear-eyed objective to trace events and decisions above and below the waves. Once the calamity strikes the mood is almost uniformly grim, and the sense of impending doom only tightens as rescue efforts flounder.

The Robert Rodat screenplay invests plenty of time on-board the stricken vessel as the explosion survivors struggle to stay alive. These scenes explore the limits of human endurance, acts of heroism and camaraderie coming together to solve problems, momentarily raise spirits, and expand the survival window.

But events on the surface are not shortchanged. The perspective of the families is expressed through Tanya's ordeal, the inept response of the bumbling Russian command is painfully exposed, and the British Navy's readiness to assist represents the international community's willingness to set politics aside and attempt to save lives. 

The multiple viewpoints provide relief from on-board claustrophobia, and ensure the two hours of running time never drag. The cameras of cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle capture the cramped and crumbled conditions on the stricken submarine, the grey aesthetic of Tanya's environment, and some impressive flotilla landscapes.

Matthias Schoenaerts leaves an impression as an even-tempered leader maintaining his wits to focus on the immediacy of the crisis. But while The Command salutes individual moments of courage, this is a story about the damage caused by the immense failure of big machinery.



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Wednesday, 16 December 2020

Movie Review: Where The Truth Lies (2005)

A neo-noir murder mystery set in the world of celebrity decadence, Where The Truth Lies boasts an ambitious plot, a complex structure, and magnificent period sets, but is also beset by muddled perspectives and excessive narration.

The movie unfolds in two time frames. In the late 1950s, the superstar duo of Vince Collins (Colin Firth) and Lanny Morris (Kevin Bacon) are a top nightclub entertainment act, highly sought after for fund-raising telethons. Their fame affords them the finest luxuries in life and limitless access to drugs, alcohol, and women. Reuben (David Hayman) is Lanny's loyal fixit man, while New Jersey mobster Sally (Maury Chaykin) uses Vince and Lanny to generate publicity for his hotel properties.

In the early 1970s, journalist Karen O'Connor (Alison Lohman) secures an assignment to interview Vince, now a fading has-been in Los Angeles. Her magazine is willing to pay Vince $1 million for a tell-all about the glory years, as long as he also talks about the mysterious case of Maureen O'Flaherty (Rachel Blanchard), a hotel maid found dead in the New Jersey hotel suite of Vince and Lanny when they were at the height of their fame. While on her assignment Karen coincidentally also meets the still charismatic Lanny, and is drawn into the shroud of sordid secrets surrounding the two men.

Written and directed by Atom Egoyan, Where The Truth Lies is classy and glitzy adult-oriented entertainment, wrapping commentary on the trappings of fame around a lascivious unsolved mystery featuring a nude dead woman found in a tub. Never less than gripping, the film demands concentration and rewards it with visual splendour, a gradual peeling of glamour to reveal the darkest rotten core of celebrity culture, and a study of two complex men far removed from their public personas.

The film jumps back and forth between the present and the past, and the flashbacks to the late 1950s feature two key locales in Florida and New Jersey on either side of an epic telethon. The narration is intended to evoke noir fundamentals, but similar to all the time jumping, Egoyan pushes beyond what is necessary. With Lanny writing his own book, Vince providing selective commentary, Karen delving into a world she knows little about and even her friend Bonnie (Sonja Bennett) getting in on the storytelling, multiple perspectives, some of them unreliable, compound the various dates and places to create a proper maze of orientation.

Egoyan calls upon themes of warped reality from Alice In Wonderland and lobsters as representations of both luxury cuisine and bottom-crawling moral bankruptcy to pile on metaphorical layers. And several sex scenes leave little to the imagination, the story of Vince and Lanny intertwined with sexual adventurism and crashing hard against personal and societal limits.

While the audacity is undeniable, so are the film's weaknesses. Karen has a connection with Lanny from a childhood appearance on a telethon, but no one has a connection with the victim Maureen, who remains a blank presence for too long despite a clumsy visit with her still grieving mother. Alison Lohman is miscast and unable to convince or generate the necessary depth, the actress often flattened by her character's baroque prose. And finally after all the elaborate plot and indulgent format machinations, Egoyan somehow arrives at one of the oldest and blandest resolutions in the mystery genre.

But despite the potholes, Where The Truth Lies is refreshingly daring, a modern twist on classic themes of hubris and the dangers lurking behind the curtain of applause.



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Saturday, 1 June 2019

Movie Review: Gambit (2012)


An attempted madcap comedy, Gambit musters up a few chuckles but otherwise collapses into a heap of stultifying gags.

Art curator Harry Dean (Colin Firth) is fed up with his boss, the insufferable London-based media tycoon Lord Lionel Shabandar (Alan Rickman). With help from art forger The Major (Tom Courtenay), Harry concocts a plan to "discover" a long lost Monet at the ramshackle Texas home of rancher PJ Puznowski (Cameron Diaz), and have PJ sell it to Lionel for millions.

After some misadventures Harry and The Major secure the cooperation of PJ, but nothing else goes according to Harry's plan. Shabander is difficult to fool, and sets his eyes on PJ as a romantic conquest. The mogul also plots to replace Harry with snooty German curator Martin Zaidenweber (Stanley Tucci) while fending off a gaggle of rival Japanese businessmen.

A rough remake of the 1966 original, Gambit's troubled script was written by the Coen brothers (among others), and they were wise enough to leave it alone. Instead Michael Hoffman takes over directing duties, and he can do little to enliven proceedings. The film looks glossy enough and Firth's dry brand of humour saves some scenes, but the script and situational comedy settings are remarkably dated.

Gambit lives in a world where it is somehow supposed to still be funny that Harry Dean is repeatedly punched in the face; is functionally incapable of moving an office chair; gets his hand stuck in a jar; traps himself in a linen closet; is caught without his pants; and has to make an escape on the outside ledge of a hotel. In the early 1960s these cinematic gags may have been relatively fresh to some audiences in a Pink Panther type of way. Forty years later, Gambit is just oh-so-tired.

At least the London setting justifies the Englishness of Colin Firth and Alan Rickman. Californian Cameron Diaz goes all-in and distractingly over-the-top to portray a Texan, and Stanley Tucci stays firmly in caricature land as a German. The group of suited Japanese businessmen who are easily manipulated by food and drink is stereotyping at its worst.

A lion makes a late appearance as part of a ridiculous artwork security system, but Gambit is more of a meek house cat than wild beast.






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Saturday, 2 March 2019

Movie Review: Before I Go To Sleep (2014)


A woman-in-danger psychological drama with thriller elements, Before I Go To Sleep starts with intrigue but quickly slips into nonsensical territory.

In suburban England, Christine (Nicole Kidman) suffers from a form of anterograde amnesia (the inability to form new memories). Every morning she wakes up believing she is 20 and single. Her husband Ben (Colin Firth), a school teacher, patiently explains she is 40 years old, they are married, and that years ago she suffered a brain trauma due to a severe accident and is now unable to hold on to new memories. Once she sleeps and wakes up the next morning, the cycle repeats.

In flashback, it is revealed that Christine is also secretly seeing neuropsychologist Dr. Nasch (Mark Strong) on a daily basis. He is trying to help improve her condition, and asks her to record her daily memories on a digital camera but to keep it hidden from Ben. Christine does start to have flashes of memories involving a hotel room assault, a man with a scar on his face, and her former best friend Claire (Ann-Marie Duff). When she questions Ben, she learns he is keeping secrets from her.

Covering the same memory lapse condition featured in such movies as Memento (2000) and 50 First Dates (2004), Before I Go To Sleep uses Christine's inability to form new memories as a slow velocity drip (and juvenile narrative device) to introduce one new revelation every seven minutes. It is evident early on that Ben actively hides plenty of history from Christine, and the film plods its way towards uncovering all the secrets in the most heavy-handed way possible.

Along the way, Christine of course does not know who to trust, with Ben, Dr. Nasch and Claire all exhibiting various degrees of suspicious behaviour, by intention or omission.

But the main problem with the script by writer/director Rowan Joffé, adapting a book by S. J. Watson, is that every revelation further undermines the entire premise of the mystery. Christine's perilous situation, once revealed, can only be enabled by baffling incompetence at a grand societal scale, from everyone in her seemingly well-off middle class life. The plot holes are bigger than the plot, the television movie-of-the-week production values do not help, nor does the clumsy flashback to just two weeks prior to the opening scenes.

Nicole Kidman tries on an English accent with mixed results, while Colin Firth never gets a handle on Ben, who fluctuates wildly between caregiver, exhausted husband, and conniving schemer.

The final chapter unravels entirely, what started as a tense psychological drama disintegrating into a mundane freakout climax followed by gag-inducing attempts at sentimentality. Before I Go To Sleep is a memory well worth forgetting.






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Sunday, 12 August 2018

Movie Review: A Single Man (2009)


A psychological drama, A Single Man delves into individual grief caused by immense loss and the deliberate logic of intending to end life.

It's November 1962 in Los Angeles, and middle-aged and gay English Professor George Falconer (Colin Firth) is preparing for what he wants to be the final day of life. Still deeply depressed after the recent death of his long-term partner Jim (Matthew Goode) in a car accident, George intends to tidy up his affairs and shoot himself. In flashbacks he recalls his happier days meeting Jim after the Second World War and settling down in a loving relationship.

Back in the present, after delivering an impassioned lecture George is approached by Kenny (Nicholas Hoult), one of his students, who notices George's fragile mental state and suggests meeting up later for drinks. In the afternoon George encounters Spanish male prostitute Carlos (Jon Kortajarena) and visits his close friend and former lover Charlotte (Julianne Moore), as the clock ticks towards the end.

The directorial debut of Tom Ford, who also co-wrote the script as an adaptation of the Christopher Isherwood book, A Single Man is a stylish and thoughtful study of anguish. But it also suffers from the typical ailment of this particular dramatic subgenre: plodding pacing, a gradual wilting away of energy, and ultimately a scarcity of ideas.

Despite the film's slick early-1960s look and feel and Ford's clever penchant for playing with colour and light, every scene drags out longer than it needs to. Some sequences, including the encounter with Carlos and the pass-bys featuring the idyllic family-next-door (with Ginnifer Goodwin as the cheery housewife), border on irrelevant. Even at just the 100 minutes the film out-stays its welcome by a stretch.

This takes nothing away from Colin Firth, who is in every scene and fully immersed in the impenetrable sadness engulfing George. Firth combines melancholia with anger at a life no longer worth living, and he remains watchable as momentum seeps away from the script. The supporting characters are just that, Jim (in the flashbacks), Charlotte and Kenny defined only as George sees them.

As a study of depression A Single Man focuses on the reasoning that after Jim's shocking death, George cannot find a pathway towards reclaiming any sort of happiness. The glimmers of hope come from the insistence of Kenny and Charlotte that friendships and love may still lie ahead, but cutting through the thicket of mourning will require herculean yet sensitive and persistent efforts.






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Saturday, 28 July 2018

Movie Review: Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)


A musical sequel celebrating more of ABBA's tunes, Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again manages to easily outperform the original.

On an idyllic Greek island 10 years after the events of the first film, Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) is planning the grand reopening of the hotel Bella Donna, now named in memory of her mother (Meryl Streep) who passed away a year earlier. Sophie's marriage to Sky (Dominic Cooper) has hit a road bump, and her mother's former bandmates Tanya (Christine Baranski) and Rosie (Julie Waters) arrive to cheer her up. Sam (Pierce Brosnan) is the only one of her three "dads" in attendance, with Harry (Colin Firth) and Bill (Stellan Skarsgård) tied up in prior engagements.

In flashback, the adventures of young Donna (Lily James) after graduating from college are recalled. Eager to escape from her mother, Donna travels the world, meets the young and flustered Harry (Hugh Skinner) in Paris and then adventurous sailor Bill (Josh Dylan) in Greece. Upon arriving at the island, Donna falls for the dishy Sam (Jeremy Irvine). She has quick affairs with all three, but is soon alone on the island, carving out her new life only to discover she is pregnant. Back in the present, Sophie's plans for a celebration are disrupted by the weather and plenty of unexpected party attendees.

While it was admittedly a low bar to step over, Here We Go Again is an effortlessly better movie than its clunky predecessor. Directed and written by Ol Parker, the sequel is freed from the stage musical, and also delves deeper into the ABBA catalogue. This proves to be a blessing: with less emphasis on singalong moments, Here We Go Again not only demonstrates the remarkable breadth of the Swedish group's talent but focuses more on plot, characters and storytelling, and the result is a much more engaging viewing experience.

Also working in the film's favour is the split between two stories: Sophie's present-day sorrow at losing her mother and determination to celebrate her memory are made so much more powerful and poignant with the flashback scenes of Donna as a young vivacious woman finding herself and influencing the lives of three men in quick succession. Despite being full of music and telling two stories, Here We Go Again clocks in under two hours, Parker demonstrating admirable restraint and stopping every scene and musical number before excess creeps in.

Despite the flightiness, many creaky moments, acknowledged silliness and prevalent self-awareness, Parker manages to scale some emotional heights. Early on Sophie and Sky sing One Of Us oceans apart but together through some beautifully fluid camera and editing work. Past the halfway mark a small flotilla arrives at the island to the timeless tune of Dancing Queen, injecting the film with a large dose of nostalgic jubilation. And the affecting climax features a genuinely tender reunion of mother and daughter across a generation to the tune of My Love, My Life.

The talented Lily James as the young Donna adds immeasurably to the film, and shares the load with Amanda Seyfried, both actresses knowing their way around delivering a song with conviction but without pretensions. Streep gets just the one song, but absolutely crushes it. Cher appears late on, voice intact but otherwise a walking (barely) advertisement about the perils of Botox and plastic surgery.

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again is fun, frivolous and silly, all as expected, but unexpectedly also quite decent.






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Wednesday, 4 July 2018

Movie Review: Mamma Mia! (2008)


A musical set to the songs of Swedish group ABBA, Mamma Mia! is a frivolous exercise in threading a non-plot through more than 20 toe-tapping pop hits.

On a Greek island, 20 year old Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) is about to be married to Sky (Dominic Cooper). Sophie's mom is the free spirited Donna (Meryl Streep), a former singer who now runs a bed and breakfast villa. Sophie never knew who her dad was, but secretly delves into Donna's diaries to uncover three candidate men: architect Sam (Pierce Brosnan), adventurer Bill (Stellan Skarsgård) and banker Harry (Colin Firth). Unbeknownst to Donna, she invites them all to the wedding.

Meanwhile, Donna invites her former co-performers and best friends Tanya (Christine Baranski) and Rosie (Julie Walters). When everyone arrives ahead of the wedding, the three men are astonished to meet each other, Sophie is surprised that she cannot immediately tell which of the men is her father, and Donna is shocked that three former lovers have appeared at her doorstep.

Directed by Phyllida Lloyd and based on the hit stage musical by Catherine Johnson, Mamma Mia! features Hollywood actors on vacation warbling ABBA songs, often quite badly. While Streep is as usual near perfect in throwing herself into a singing role, the rest of the cast are much less convincing, with Brosnan in particular almost painful.

Almost every well-known ABBA song is lined up and knocked down, including the title track, Money, Money, Money, Dancing Queen, Chiquitita, S.O.S., Take A Chance On MeThe Name Of The Game, The Winner Takes It AllVoulez-Vous and Does Your Mother Know. If nothing else, the film serves as a reminder of the group's superlative ability to conjure up singalong hits set to infectious melodies.

As a film Mamma Mia! fails on all cinematic counts. The non-singing scenes appear scripted on the spot and fail to create anything that resembles a plot. The choreography is amateurish, the acting almost embarrassing, the attempted jokes lame and the emotions utterly manufactured.

The only point of the movie appears to be to sing along to the music; otherwise Mamma Mia! is best left stranded on whichever secluded island will tolerate the noisy antics.






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Sunday, 2 October 2016

Movie Review: Magic In The Moonlight (2014)


A romantic comedy set in the world of magicians and psychics, Magic In The Moonlight lacks wit, charm, chemistry and charisma.

Europe, the 1920s. England's leading magician Stanley Crawford (Colin Firth) performs under the elaborate stage disguise of the mysterious Wei Ling Soo. Engaged to Olivia (Catherine McCormack), Stanley is a pragmatist who refuses to believe that there is a God or any mystical forces in the world. His friend and fellow magician Howard Burkan (Simon McBurney) pleads with Stanley to travel with him to the south of France to help debunk young American Sophie Baker (Emma Stone), who is stunning rich families with her psychic powers and an apparent easy ability to communicate with spirits.

Stanley agrees and connects with Sophie and her mother (Marcia Gay Harden). Sophie is already being hotly pursued by the love-smitten Brice (Hamish Linklater), the son of a wealthy socialite seeking Sophie's help to connect with her dead husband. Sophie immediately impresses Stanley with her psychic abilities, and he is unable to discern any untoward tricks. He starts to believe that maybe there are mystical forces in the world, while falling in love with Sophie. An unfortunate incident with Stanley's Aunt Vanessa (Eileen Atkins) proves to be an unexpected turning point.

Written and directed by Woody Allen, Magic In The Moonlight hints strongly that Allen's tank is beginning to run on empty. There is never any moment in this film that does not appear contrived, and the actors don't appear to even be trying to pretend that they are anything other than modern day performers having a frolic in 1920s costumes.

The script is shorn of any intellect, humour, or even substance, descending quickly into lazy monotony, with Stanley repeating about half a dozen times his treatise about disbelieving in anything mystical. And when he falls in love with the doe-eyed Sophie, his transformation into a walk-on-air believer in all things spiritual is sudden to the point of ridiculous, Firth unable to do anything with the blunt material except ham it up into embarrassing over-emotion.

Allen may be trying to say something about existentialists being naturally miserable and the extraordinary benefits of believing in greater powers: why mess with spiritual beliefs if they achieve happiness among the believers, and isn't love the greatest proof of something beyond life's mechanics. It's a decent message, but delivered with an abject absence of finesse.

There is enough talent among the cast to salvage a few droll moments, and the countryside settings and cinematography look idyllic and appealing. But unfortunately, Magic In The Moonlight's greatest trick is making 97 minutes feel twice as long.






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Sunday, 14 August 2016

Movie Review: Bridget Jones's Diary (2001)


A romantic comedy with edge and heart, Bridget Jones's Diary enjoys a ditzy protagonist navigating the choppy waters of relationships after 30.

In London, Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) is 32 years old, single and slightly overweight. She also enjoys cigarettes, a few too many drinks, and is getting very worried that she will never find a man to call her own. At a New Year's party her parents Colin and Pamela (Jim Broadbent and Gemma Jones) attempt to introduce her to divorced barrister Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), but the encounter ends disastrously. Bridget starts a diary and resolves to improve herself, find a man and never be lonely again. At the book publishing company where she works, Bridget has a huge crush on her handsome boss Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant). They start to flirt, and soon embark on an intense relationship.

Just when her love life appears to take a hugely positive turn, Bridget is stunned to learn that her parents' marriage is in crisis. Meanwhile, at social events Bridget frequently bumps into Mark, who appears to be in a relationship with his work colleague Natasha (Embeth Davidtz). Matters are complicated when Bridget learns that Mark and Daniel were college classmates and have a troubled history. Bridget believes that Daniel may be her dream man and they enjoy a getaway vacation, but her hopes and dreams are about to be severely tested.

Directed by Sharon Maguire as an adaptation of the Helen Fielding book, Bridget Jones's Diary is a smart, funny and honest romantic comedy. Rude when it needs to be, sometimes hilarious and enlivened by Zelleweger's bright performance, the film rides the emotional ups and downs of a woman stuck between girly fantasies of what romance should be and the messy reality of adult relationships.

The film derives most its laughs from the personality of Bridget herself. Self conscious, self-deprecating, fully aware of her foibles but nevertheless outgoing and unafraid to crawl out onto the farthest limb, Bridget is both determined to improve and absolutely true to herself. When she gets into trouble, which is often, she owns the situation, never better than when caught in a playboy bunny outfit at a stiff uppercrust outdoor party.

The two men in her life are also nowhere near perfect, and that's just fine. Daniel offers sex, adventure and more sex, with a not so deep undercurrent of playboy dismissiveness. Mark is stiff, uncharismatic and potentially a crushing bore, seemingly wrapped around the finger of Natasha. At her age Bridget cannot afford to be picky and both men nevertheless appear to have much to offer, as she quickly progresses from having no suitors to occupying the key node of a romantic triangle.

Maguire surrounds Bridget with plenty of colourful supporting characters, including one snotty co-worker, one resident office pervert, two dotty parents, and three foul-mouthed friends. Meanwhile both Daniel and Mark have barracudas circling them, representing Bridget's competition. Of course, both the lawyer Natasha and Daniel's American counterpart Lara (Lisa Barbuscia) are everything that Bridget is not, including thin, confident and flying high in their careers.

Renée Zellweger overcomes the obstacle of an American playing a prototypical English woman with ridiculous ease and makes the role her own. Bridget requires a delicate mix of self-pity, and blissfully ignorant audacity with the occasional foray into unabashed flirtation and Zellweger hits all the right notes. Colin Firth and Hugh Grant are dependable, playing close to their most comfortable screen personas, and enjoy a rollicking, perfectly timed fist fight.

In the search for love, Bridget Jones' Diary offers a sparkling how-not-to guide, full of horrifyingly funny revelations and authentic wit.






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Saturday, 19 December 2015

Movie Review: The English Patient (1996)


A grand romance for the ages, The English Patient is a complex, layered story of an impossible love found and lost in the shadow of war. The Michael Ondaatje novel is given the royal screen treatment, and the remarkable ballad wrapped in mystery is powerful enough to carry the weight of an epic film.

With World War II raging in Italy, Canadian nurse Hana (Juliette Binoche) is helping to treat and transport injured soldiers, but loses two friends in quick succession. Close to despair, she decides to care for a badly injured man (Ralph Fiennes), suffering from severe burns and loss of memory, and known only as "the English patient" due to his accent. The man sustained his injuries after being shot out of the sky over the North African desert. Hana installs her bed-ridden patient in an abandoned countryside monastery to wait out the war, and reads to him to pass the time.

His memories gradually return, and the film unfolds in two parallel time frames. In flashback, the patient is revealed to be Count László Almásy, a Hungarian cartographer. Just before the start of the war, he was a member of a Royal Geographical Society expedition searching for ancient caves in the North African desert, along with fellow researcher Peter Madox (Julian Wadham) and financier Geoffrey Clifton (Colin Firth). The quiet, introverted Almásy falls deeply in love with Clifton's lively wife Katharine (Kristin Scott Thomas), and they start a passionate affair as war erupts all around them.

Back at the monastery, Hana and her patient start to attract a crowd. First they are joined by David Caravaggio (Willem Dafoe), an Allied agent who suffered at the hands of the Germans and is pursuing his now personal mission. And then a squadron of British bomb-disposal experts, led by a Sikh soldier named Kip (Naveen Andrews), sets up camp at the monastery to clear the area of unexploded mines. Hana and Kip are attracted to each other despite her worry that everyone she loves ends up badly hurt. Meanwhile, as Almásy loses his remaining strength and will to live, he reveals the final chapter of his love affair with Katharine.

Written and directed by Anthony Minghella and running a mammoth 162 minutes, The English Patient is a stunning achievement. The pace is slow, the structure convoluted, the characters complicated and conflicted, and the settings a combination of harsh desert, North African cities on edge, and a rural Italy suffering through the chaos of war. Minghella weaves the film together from a starting point of seemingly disparate, disconnected threads and gradually creates a magical tapestry of love flourishing in the midst of a world obsessed with death.

To convey a sense of an enormous personal tragedy unfolding within a great global conflict, Minghella adopts a ponderous, almost lethargic approach. Every scene is stretched out, and many scenes come and go while appearing to add little. Secondary characters drop in and drop out after contributing just the tiniest of additional context.

But the little increments ever so slowly add up to an impressive big picture, and Minghella adds some spectacular, punchy set-pieces, including steamy sex scenes, a disturbing chapter in a Nazi torture chamber, overturned vehicles in the unforgiving desert, merciless sandstorms, an attempted murder-suicide, and finally a madding encounter with wartime British bureaucracy at its worst.

By the time The English Patient enters its third hour, an impressive momentum is in full steam. The illicit love affair between Almásy and Katharine has taken hold, war has erupted, Caravaggio's story hints at a terrible secret yet to be revealed, while Hana and Kip are taking all manner of risks in the name of love and war.

If some elements of the film feel familiar, it's because Minghella clearly has David Lean on his mind. The English Patient is a respectful amalgam of the majestic desert-as-domineering-backdrop from Lawrence Of Arabia and romance-amidst-turmoil from Doctor Zhivago, with the plight of intense personalities competing with historic events and grand vistas.

The performances are good without being great. Ralph Fiennes does well to convey a resigned yet still acerbic attitude as the badly disfigured protagonist under a ton of make-up in the monastery scenes. He is less interesting as the perpetually glum cartographer in the flashbacks, barely coming out of his shell to fall in love with Katharine. Kristen Scott Thomas is adequate without fully presenting a convincing argument as to why Katharine would fall for Almásy. Juliette Binoche is better, and creates in Hana a woman at the limit of being able to cope with the war of others, and therefore taking matters into her own hands, consequences be damned. Willem Dafoe, Naveen Andrews and Colin Firth all add vigour and energy, but not much in the way of depth.

Once The English Patient reaches its conclusion, the strength of the romance is passionately palpable and quite moving. The story of the Count and Katharine ends where it starts, in a small plane zipping across the desert, caught in an uncontrollable spiral of violence. The English Patient is both enormously bloated and extraordinarily magnificent.






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Saturday, 21 November 2015

Movie Review: Devil's Knot (2013)


A triple murder mystery drama based on real events, Devil's Knot wades into well-worn territory, and offers neither anything new nor any sort of resolution.

In the rural community of West Memphis, Arkansas, three eight-year-old boys go out for a bike ride into a wooded area and never come back. After a mammoth search, the dead and naked bodies of Stevie, Christopher and Michael are found at the bottom of a creek, tied up and seemingly brutally assaulted. Stevie's mother Pamela Hobbs (Reese Witherspoon) is distraught, not helped by her coarse husband Terry (Alessandro Nivola). The national media descends on West Memphis, the local police force is overwhelmed, and rumours start to swirl that the boys were victims of a satanic death cult. Soon, three teenagers are arrested and charged with the murders. The dark and brooding Damien Echols is designated the ring leader, with his friends Jason Baldwin and the borderline retarded Jessie Misskelley as active accomplices.

Christopher's father John Mark Byers (Kevin Durand) regales the media with tirades about satanic forces at play. Meanwhile, private investigator Ron Lax (Colin Firth) notices plenty of holes in the case against the three teens, and offers his services to the defence team. The muddled police investigation includes botched questioning, missing evidence, dubious confessions, and improbable witness testimony. The case goes to court with Judge David Burnett (Bruce Greenwood) presiding, and the community witnesses a trial circus that compounds the tragedy of the murders.

The West Memphis murders occurred in May 1993, and in subsequent years, the crime and subsequent trial have been the subject of several in-depth documentaries and books. The arrest and trial of Damien, Jason and Jessie are considered an injustice piled onto to a calamity, and every aspect of the story has been poured over in detail, on film and in print.

It is not clear what director Atom Egoyan thought could be gained from dramatizing the story, using the non-fiction book by Mara Leveritt as source material. The production has undoubted quality and polish, and Egoyan succeeds in recreating a small town consumed by unimaginable events, invaded by the media, and obsessed by fear-based wild stories of satanic rituals. Devil's Knot also takes an unblinking look at a small town police force simply not equipped to deal with a brutal triple murder, and a trial judge who redefines the rules of objectivity.

But none of this is new material, and the film flounders in search of a purpose. It does not offer anything new to the story, and neither does it work as compelling drama. Egoyan adopts a documentary style to chronicle and annotate events on the screen, a puzzling case of a non-documentary positioning itself in bewildering competition with actual documentaries that already delved into the same story.

Colin Firth sleepwalks through the film, an Englishman trying to conjure up a southern accent but unable to latch onto a dramatic lifeline. Amy Ryan as Lax's ex-wife is wasted in a couple of throwaway scenes. Reese Witherspoon does a bit better and gets a few moments to infuse some emotion, but Pamela Hobbs mostly exchanges meaningful glances with Ron Lax across the courtroom, only for all meaning to seep out of the film as it fizzles into an non-conclusion and more documentary-style postscripts.

Devil's Knot suffers from that most insidious of flaws: a film that works its way to irrelevance.






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Saturday, 11 July 2015

Movie Review: Arthur Newman (2012)


A middle-age crisis drama, Arthur Newman is the story of a man longing for a fresh start. The film unfolds at a steady clip and offers moments of reflection, but ultimately the narrative circles back on itself in a predictable manner.

In Florida, Wallace Avery (Colin Firth) is a former professional golfer who never lived up to his potential. Divorced, estranged from his teenaged son Kevin (Lucas Hedges), bored with his job and even tired of his new girlfriend Mina (Anne Heche), Wallace fakes his drowning death. He assumes the identity of Arthur Newman and starts driving to Terre Haute, Indiana, where he has lined up a job as a country club golf pro.

Along the way, Wallace meets a troubled young woman who goes by the name of Michaela or "Mike" (Emily Blunt). He saves her life from an overdose, and she joins him on his road trip. Gradually they learn about each other, become friends and then lovers. Back in Florida Kevin and Mina meet, establish a connection and try to understand what happened to the man they both thought they knew. Meanwhile Wallace realizes that while Mike is a lot of fun, she harbours dark secrets of her own, and both will find out that leaving the past behind is more difficult than it seems.

Directed by Dante Ariola, Arthur Newman does not have much new to say, but delivers its message with laudable honesty. The film treads over fairly obvious territory where the complexity of a new start appears more attractive than facing reality, only for the shine of escapism to quickly wear off. The film maintains its balance by keeping Wallace and Michael away from emotional peaks and in the realm of the possible, their version of going wild limited to a game of sexual adventurism involving harmless impersonation and breaking-and-entering.

Despite the mostly downbeat resonance, Ariola maintains balance with a drizzle of humour, and finds most interest in the unusual connection between Wallace's son and girlfriend. What starts as an awkward encounter between Kevin and Mina evolves into a coherent friendship of sorts, as they also go on a journey but of the mind rather than on the road. The film would have benefitted from spending more time with this couple, as Mina is particularly short-changed in the Becky Johnston script.

Colin Firth and Emily Blunt do all that is asked of them, both delivering understated performances conveying plenty of hidden frustration and uncertainty just below the surface. Wallace Avery is a particularly good fit for Firth's persona as a man quietly struggling against the inconvenient weight of past failings. But both Firth and Blunt do occasionally stumble with the Americanization of their English accents, and it is a puzzle as to why two actors so comfortable with their Englishness were asked to portray troubled Americans.

Arthur Newman wraps up in a tidy 101 minutes, enough time for Wallace and Mike to learn that when it comes to running from the past, physical distance is easy, emotional space not so much.






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