Showing posts with label Hugh Grant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hugh Grant. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 April 2025

Movie Review: The Gentlemen (2019)


Genre: Action Comedy  
Director: Guy Ritchie  
Starring: Matthew McConaughey, Hugh Grant, Colin Farrell, Charlie Hunnam, Henry Golding, Jeremy Strong, Eddie Marsan  
Running Time: 113 minutes  

Synopsis: In England, reporter Fletcher (Hugh Grant) tries to blackmail Raymond (Charlie Hunnam), the second-in-command to crime boss Michael Pearson (Matthew McConaughey). Flashbacks reveal Fletcher's investigations on behalf of his editor Big Dave (Eddie Marsan). Michael rose from humble beginnings to control the illegal marijuana trade in England. Seeking to retire, he negotiates the sale of his empire to fellow gang boss Matthew (Jeremy Strong). Then another gang represented by Dry Eye (Henry Golding) makes an unsolicited offer, followed by a break-in at a secret cultivation facility by the acrobatic gang of Coach (Colin Farrell). As the level of violence increases, Michael has to sort out friend from foe.

What Works Well: This bright and breezy crime comedy buzzes with the energy of a witty and mazy script (by director Guy Ritchie). A multitude of enjoyable twists and turns are packed into less than two hours, the brisk pacing rewarding attention with non-stop enjoyment. All the performances add to the eclectic milieu of bad guys believing they are much brighter than they are, with Hugh Grant particularly memorable as the eloquent newsman well out of his depth but nevertheless taking a wild swing at riches. The short and sharp action scenes arrive at pleasingly regular intervals, and often carry spiky levels of humour. 

What Does Not Work As Well: As usual and expected when Ritchie splashes around in this genre pool, the action is bursting at the seams with a difficult-to-keep-track-of number of characters making noise aplenty, and inconsequential - although always entertaining - side quests.

Key Quote:
Michael Pearson: If you wish to be the king of the jungle, it's not enough to act like a king. You must be the king. And there can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.



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Monday, 14 April 2025

Movie Review: Heretic (2024)


Genre: Suspense Horror  
Directors: Scott Beck and Bryan Woods  
Starring: Hugh Grant, Sophie Thatcher, Chloe East  
Running Time: 111 minutes  

Synopsis: Sister Paxton (Chloe East) and Sister Barnes (Sophie Thatcher) are young Mormons door-knocking to spread the faith. Mr. Reed (Hugh Grant) invites them into his isolated spooky home with a promise of meeting his wife and enjoying blueberry pie. The seemingly jovial and obviously knowledgeable Reed engages Paxton and Barnes in cerebral sparring about religion, but when neither Mrs. Reed nor the pie materialize, the two young ladies realize they may be in a lot of trouble.

What Works Well: The first half drips with psychological suspense building behind smiley discourse, propelled by Hugh Grant enjoying a career highlight as the slightly smarmy but whip-smart debater ready to turn the intellectual tables on hawkers of religious dogma. The old isolated home in the middle of nowhere with a storm raging outside is an effective setting, and both Sophie Thatcher as Sister Barnes (confident and street wise) and Chloe East as Sister Paxton (unsure and more fragile) excel on a journey that starts with converting others and ends with pure self preservation. The focus on defining the "one true religion" is handled with wicked aplomb.

What Does Not Work As Well: Although the ending is impressive, most of the third act meanders away from the sharp-edged exchange of uncomfortable ideas and towards less interesting horror tropes.

Key Quote:
Mr. Reed: I promise you, the last thing I wanted to do was find the one true religion - but unfortunately, I did.


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Saturday, 5 February 2022

Movie Review: Extreme Measures (1996)

A medical thriller, Extreme Measures effectively combines a nefarious conspiracy with a measured moral dilemma.

In New York City, emergency room doctor Guy Lathan (Hugh Grant) is unable to save patient Claude Minkins, a homeless man who dies in agony for inexplicable reasons. Guy's suspicions are aroused when he receives a phoney autopsy report then Minkins' body disappears. His boss Dr. Jeffrey Manko (Paul Guilfoyle) urges him to move on, but Guy delves into the archives and finds disturbing similar cases of homeless men's files being mishandled.

Guy is framed for a drug offence and his promising career appears to be over. But with help from nurse Jodie Trammel (Sarah Jessica Parker) he continues investigating, and uncovers the secret Triphase medical facility run by the distinguished Dr. Lawrence Myrick (Gene Hackman). Protected by corrupt FBI agent Frank Hare (David Morse) and police detective Bob Burke (Bill Nunn), Myrick is conducting unauthorized spinal nerve regeneration research using homeless men as unwilling test subjects. As Guy gets closer to the truth, his life is endangered.

Carrying strong echoes from 1978's Coma, Extreme Measures explores impetus for unsanctioned science. Here Dr. Myrick's motivation is not profit, but rather a genuine desire to reverse paralysis caused by spinal injury. Pursuing groundbreaking techniques and funded by the family and friends of spinal injury patients but running out of time due to his age, Myrick argues his homeless test subjects are worthwhile sacrificial heroes finally adding societal value.

In the hands of director Michael Apted and screenwriter Tony Gilroy (adapting a Michael Palmer book), this intellectual challenge is turned into a sleek thriller. Events move quickly but stay in focus, Guy adopting a determined and principled stance to uncover what really caused the horrible demise of his patient, albeit a patient he only knew for a few minutes. From there the mystery is revealed in layers, culminating in a good climax where action and words play an equal role.

The middle third is a weak spot, as Guy searches for another escapee from Myrick's institution within a homeless encampment located in tunnels deep below the subway system. The film points a flashlight at a sanitized version of human misery then meekly backs away, the episode registering as unnecessary padding for the longish 118 minutes of running time.

Star power easily rides out the rough spots. Extreme Measures is more about Hugh Grant than Gene Hackman, and it's good to see Grant tackling something other than a routine rom-com. He still brings his quip-ready persona to the role of Dr. Lathan, but is also serious when he needs to be. Hackman has just the few scenes, and makes the most of them with considerable gravitational pull. A pre-stardom Sarah Jessica Parker suggests untapped coy dramatic talents.

Despite less than perfect treatment, Extreme Measures finds most of the right doses.



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Saturday, 13 February 2021

Movie Review: Four Weddings And A Funeral (1994)

A romantic comedy poking fun at Britain's upper middle class, Four Weddings And A Funeral establishes a clever premise but focuses more on peripherals, neglecting the central romance.

In London, Charles (Hugh Grant) is the perpetually late best man at a series of weddings. In addition to his flatmate Scarlett (Charlotte Coleman), his confirmed single friends include Tom (James Fleet), Gareth (Simon Callow), Matthew (John Hannah) and Fiona (Kristin Scott Thomas), all of them invited to the same events on the social calendar.

At the first wedding Charles meets and falls in love at first sight with American guest Carrie (Andie MacDowell). After circling each other all day they eventually sleep together that night, but she immediately heads back to the United States. At the second wedding a few months later, they meet again and Carrie reveals she is engaged to be married to wealthy Scotsman Hamish (Corin Redgrave). Through two more weddings and one funeral, Charles and Carrie have to chart a complicated path to happiness.

Chronicling a rollercoaster of a romance through a succession of weddings and one funeral is an initially appealing structure for a rom-com. But Four Weddings And A Funeral does succumb to repetition, the choppy composition demanding five separate gatherings to start and stop, and not enough character evolution bridging the gaps in between.

However, some comic touches are undoubtedly sharp, including the nervous priest (Rowan Atkinson), the horrid best-man toasts, the awkward meetings with ex-girlfriends, and sexual repulsion turning to attraction as the night progresses with increasing drunkenness and desperation. But eventually both the humour and the romance downshift towards fair to middling, and long stretches are devoid of both.

In his breakout role, Hugh Grant works hard and keeps Four Weddings And A Funeral afloat. His take on Charles as a lovable, womanizing screw-up, combining hesitant confidence with a predictable ability to promise much and disappoint more, is roguishly likeable.

The rest of the cast members share the screen time and remain firmly in secondary roles, and this unfortunately extends to Andie MacDowell as Carrie. Charles simply melts in her presence, and Richard Curtis' script confines Carrie to an image of the sophisticated American muse, barely existing as a person separate from Charles' infatuation.

With the central romance avoiding materiality in favour of jumping into bed at every opportunity, director Mike Newell turns his focus to the margins in search of substance and poignancy in the colourful lives of Tom, Gareth, Matthew, Fiona and others. Here unrequited love, secret relationships and quiet frustrations are hidden behind a jovial British facade, waiting for opportunities to emerge between the pews, at the reception tables and during the drunken parties.

Four Weddings And A Funeral is a packed agenda, but the trimmings overshadow the essence.



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Saturday, 28 November 2020

Movie Review: Did You Hear About The Morgans? (2009)

A romantic comedy with boots on, Did You Hear About The Morgans? enjoys two stars in fine form, an out-of-the-way setting, and a sparkling script.

In New York City, successful realtor Meryl Morgan (Sarah Jessica Parker) is separated from her husband and lawyer Paul (Hugh Grant). Their marriage crumbled under the stress of arguments about adoption, and he subsequently cheated. But now he is contrite and desperately wants to win her back. They go on a date which ends with them witnessing a gangland murder and being placed in a witness protection program.

Relocated to the tiny community of Ray, Wyoming, Meryl and Paul are sheltered by gruff Marshal Clay Wheeler (Sam Elliot) and his wife and Deputy Marshal Emma (Mary Steenburgen). The Morgans have to get used to the rural small town lifestyle and learn to live together again, while the assassin from New York attempts to track them down.

Rom-coms tend to thrive in New York, and while Did You Hear About The Morgans? starts in the Big Apple, the story soon packs its bags and heads way west. Writer and director Marc Lawrence recognizes the humour inherent in ejecting perennial urbanites Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant out of their comfort zone, and he plonks them down in fictional Ray, Wyoming. Actually, the outskirts of Ray, Wyoming, because Clay and Emma Wheeler prefer to live a bit away from the hustle and bustle of the one-block town.

And the friendly friction between transplanted city folks and the rural lifestyle is fertile soil to freshen the produce on this genre shelf. Cows, horses, one bear, rifles and pick-up trucks of course all contribute. And in addition to the Wheelers, Lawrence populates the town with colourful characters including the larger-than-life Earl Granger (the ever watchable Wilford Brimley), an all-purpose doctor and an equally adaptable nurse/assistant fire chief.

Meanwhile Meryl and Paul are busy getting reacquainted and resetting their troubled marriage. The attempted relationship revival and associated tip-toeing through dark corners of their past lead to more-honest-than-usual conversations. The third leg of the narrative stool is the murderer tracking down the couple, and while a crime investigation instigates the cross-country displacement, it is also the least developed element. A sub-sub-sub plot is played for breezy laughs and features Paul and Meryl's stressed-out assistants (Elisabeth Moss and Paul Kelly) falling in love (involving tasers) back in New York.

Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant avoid any stretching and import their prepackaged screen personas with minimal modifications. She is pleasantly neurotic and cannot imagine the concept of a life outside of Manhattan, and he is self-effacing and lightning quick with a side quip. Sam Elliott and Mary Steenburgen are exceptionally good as gracious hosts who get to marvel at the foreign critters acting as houseguests.

Breaking new ground more literally than figuratively, the Morgans are worth hearing about. 



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Friday, 27 December 2019

Movie Review: Sense And Sensibility (1995)


A romantic drama with hints of humour, Sense And Sensibility adapts Jane Austen's novel with a breezy attitude and polished aesthetic.

It's late in the 18th century in England, and the death of Mr. Dashwood (Tom Wilkinson) leaves his second wife Mrs. Dashwood (Gemma Jones) and her daughters Elinor (Emma Thompson), Marianne (Kate Winslet) and young Margaret on a much reduced income. The two older sisters are close friends but opposites in personality. Elinor is thoughtful, circumspect and getting dangerously close to being designated a spinster. Marianne is passionate, extroverted and believes in true love.

The Dashwoods have to give up their lavish home and most of their servants, and they relocate to the snug cottage of the kindly Mr. and Mrs. Middleton. In the process Elinor meets and starts to fall in "like" with the potentially wealthy but profession-less Edward Ferrars (Hugh Grant). However, events conspire against their budding relationship.

Marianne's fortunes start to look up when she meets Colonel Brandon (Alan Rickman), who may be interested in her, but before he can act she is literally swept off her feet by the dashing John Willoughby (Greg Wise). But with money, class, long-held promises and family expectations at least as important as love, the path to marital happiness for the Dashwood sisters is nothing if not complicated.

First-time script writer Emma Thompson and producer Lindsay Doran wrestled with Austen's prose and simplified the book into cinematic cohesion. With foreign director Ang Lee providing an agile perspective, the trio produced a surprisingly accessible package. While the story remains largely obsessed with women finding husbands and not a single character appears to have a vocation worth mentioning, Sense And Sensibility creates a thriller out of mysteries of the heart.

The multiple and often overlapping possible love matches for Elinor and Marianne Dashwood are surprisingly engaging, and of course not a single relationship comes without layers of complexity. The affable Edward appears to be prevented from fully pursuing Elinor because she is penniless and his mother won't allow it, but a much deeper secret will be revealed to Elinor, shaking the very premise of their bond.

Marianne suffers deeper cuts. Her two suitors could not be more different. Colonel Brandon is calm, collected and almost too easy to overlook as unsuitably serene for her disposition. Willoughby by comparison is a romantic wild heart, and once he enters her life she can see no one else. However, both men have stunning backstories to be revealed at the appropriate time, and only after Marianne's young heart is exposed to the dangers of intense love and her health compromised.

And the warm core of the story is a tender relationship between Elinor and Marianne built on sisterly love, support and respect. With the men frequently absent to build up the mystery around their motivations, Elinor and Marianne harbour the one genuine, constant and palpable bond.

Thompson and Winslet bring the two sisters to life with superlative performances. Thompson internalizes the fortitude expected of an older sister but still shines in the few scenes where Elinor's emotional defences finally break. At just 19 years old and in one of her earliest roles, Winslet finds the unabashed expression of an arts-loving young woman willing to challenge the social conventions of her day.

Director Lee ensures the men do more by staying within themselves, both Alan Rickman and Hugh Grant conveying polite but complex characters with more going on in their lives than first meets the eye. Although most of the drama occurs indoors and through scenes of dialogue, Lee does include plenty of beautiful English scenery, and a few pivotal scenes are staged on stormy moors with Marianne's impulsive passions landing her in physical predicaments and in need of rescue.

Thompson's script measures out the reveals at appropriate intervals to keep the drama simmering, and enough secondary characters populate the margins to provide a base level of caustic humour and social commentary. The labyrinthian love entanglements provide avenues to expose gender, class and economic divides buffeting the pursuit of happiness.

For the Dashwood girls finding a suitable man is almost the easy part. Not immune from being victimized, the sisters will build their true character by deftly navigating around societal expectations, using Sense And Sensibility to expose true intentions.






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Thursday, 7 February 2019

Movie Review: The Rewrite (2014)


A romantic comedy with slightly more-than-typical substance, The Rewrite is an amiable-enough self-discovery story.

Los Angeles-based screenwriter Keith Michaels (Hugh Grant) has one big hit in his past, a movie called Paradise Misplaced. After a series of flops his agent Ellen (Caroline Aaron) suggests a change in scenery, and arranges a writer-in-residence teaching position at Binghampton University, New York. Keith accepts, intending to do as little work as possible since he believes writing is inspiration and cannot be taught.

Upon arriving on campus the womanizing Keith immediately starts a relationship with student Karen (Bella Heathcote), and selects only attractive women and unattractive men to populate his class. Single mom Holly (Marisa Tomei), who believes in second chances and that everyone can be taught to be better, forces her way into his class. Keith clashes with uptight professor Mary (Allison Janney), a Jane Austen specialist. As the semester progresses Keith starts to draw inspiration from his students, and awakens to a few realities about himself while a romance with Holly appears possible.

Taking the man's perspective, The Rewrite focuses less on traditional romantic comedy clichés and invests more in the central character's journey. Director and writer Marc Lawrence (a Binghampton graduate) is a frequent Hugh Grant collaborator, and knows how to get the best out of his star. Keith Michaels is the prototypical Grant persona, the lovable cad everready with a quip, quintessentially English, a hopeless skirt-chaser, and riding self-depreciation all the way to the bottom.

Lawrence creates fertile ground for the long journey of redemption. Binghampton represents Keith's last chance saloon, and the people he meets in his new surroundings provide the opportunity for him to either dig his hole deeper or climb out of it. His start is inauspicious, bedding Karen, insulting Mary, ignoring Holly and dismissing the value of teaching and learning.

The bulk of the movie is then about Keith working his way out of the doldrums and towards some sort of awakening to rediscover his purpose, and while it's all harmless and predictable, by rom-com standards The Rewrite provides respectable lightweight entertainment.

The Binghampton locations provide an attractive cerebral and calming aesthetic, while the story demonstrates a genuine affection for teaching as a mutually fulfilling calling for teacher and students alike. In addition to Tomei and Janney, the strong supporting cast also includes J.K. Simmons as the school dean and Chris Elliott as a fellow professor and Shakespeare expert.

The Rewrite does not rewrite the history of romantic comedies, but does deliver a decent chapter.






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Saturday, 3 February 2018

Movie Review: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)


A lighthearted yet effective spy thriller, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. is zippy, action-packed, and playfully funny.

It's the 1960s, at the height of the Cold War. The CIA's suave agent Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill) extracts mechanic Gabriella "Gaby" Teller (Alicia Vikander) from East Berlin under the nose of the KGB's Ilya Kuryakin (Armie Hammer). But Solo and Kuryakin are then forced by their bosses to work together on a dangerous mission to track down Gaby's father, nuclear scientist Dr. Udo Teller (Christian Berkel), who has disappeared.

The superpowers suspect that wealthy industrialists and Nazi sympathizers Alexander and Victoria Vinciguerra (Luca Calvani and Elizabeth Debecki) have abducted Teller and are forcing him to develop a technique to mass manufacture nuclear bombs. Solo, Kuryakin and Gaby travel to Rome where Gaby's uncle Rudi (Sylvester Groth) works for the Vinciguerras. The spies have to infiltrate the network of evildoers, find Teller and guard against each other, while Gaby has her own agenda.

An attempted rebirth for the 1960s television series starring Robert Vaughn and David McCallum, the big screen return of U.N.C.L.E. combines action, humour and a good dose of personal rivalry. Directed and co-written by Guy Ritchie, the film stays true to the spirit of the original series. The story does not take itself too seriously, Solo and Kuyakin are both really good at what they do but also never quite friends, and the overall vibe of the sixties among the jet set is irresistible.

Ritchie conjures up several brilliantly kinetic set-pieces, always laced with a mean streak of humour. The frantic yet elegant opening escape from Berlin sets the stage and introduces Solo's ingenuity and coolness under pressure as well as Kuryakin's uncompromising persistence. Later a motorboat chase is elevated to sublime character-driven artistry, Kuryakin increasingly desperate on the water, Solo in a truck listening to romantic music while munching a sandwich, the two men apart but about to become professionally inseparable. An electric chair "glitch" is also a masterful display of background humour.

If one thing limits U.N.C.L.E., it's a lack of overall originality. The television series was always riffing on the James Bond tune, and the film, while undoubtedly polished to a modern shine, is obviously playing with a very old deck. From the foreign settings to the seduction of exotic women to the McGuffin of a disk at the heart of the chase, all the elements are overly familiar. Ritchie does his best to infuse style, including busy editing to play with micro level scene sequencing, but little that is new can be wrung out of the sophisticated spy sub-genre.

The performances are both slick and predictable, Cavill perhaps pitching for future consideration as Bond, while Vikander has the most fun with Gaby, the one character holding more cards that she initially lets on. Hugh Grant gets a small role as a master spy handler.

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. may lack substantive innovation, but the film anyway has fun revisiting past glories.






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Monday, 7 August 2017

Movie Review: Notting Hill (1999)


A romantic comedy, Notting Hill is heavy on star power and ambiance, with enough moments of humour to help navigate an overlong running time.

International movie star Anna Scott (Julia Roberts) is in London to promote her latest film. She visits the bookstore owned and operated by the divorced Will Thacker (Hugh Grant) in the Notting Hill neighbourhood. After another accidental sidewalk encounter involving spilled orange juice, Anna and Will share a kiss and start a tentative low-key relationship. Will's eccentric roommate Spike (Rhys Ifans), his friends Max (Tim McInnerny) and Bella (Gina McKee), and his starstruck sister Honey (Emma Chambers) can barely believe what Will is up to.

But soon reality intervenes in the form of Anna's Hollywood boyfriend Jeff King (an uncredited Alec Baldwin), and Will gets on with his life. But Anna suddenly reappears at his apartment, seeking refuge from an exploding scandal involving pre-stardom nude pictures. Will has to decide whether a relationship with one of the most famous women in the world is worth the trouble.

With Roberts and Grant both close to their peak wattage as big screen stars, Notting Hill benefits from an endless supply of photogenic opportunities. Director Roger Michell adopts languid pacing, allowing the romance to blossom at a measured, almost hesitant speed, but more importantly always lingering on the attractive faces of his two leads for just a bit longer than each scene should allow.

The other star of the film is the community of Notting Hill, the film setting up in a trendy corner of London and making best use of a location less obstructed by tourist traps and enlivened by natural street activity and charming architecture.

The Roger Curtis script avoids many of the genre's worst traps. Will's competition for Anna's heart is not another man or a series of contrived misunderstandings. Rather, her status as one of the planet's most admired women sits uneasily with his reality as a modest store owner with quirky friends who sit around the table arguing about who has the saddest life. Straddling the divide between the manufactured glitz of Hollywood and the authenticity of everyday life is the challenge facing this romance.

Julia Roberts essentially plays herself and does a fine job. She generates plenty of apparently genuine down-to-earth emotion, but always allows room for the character of Anna to be in potentially acting mode. Hugh Grant reins in his roguish tendencies and stays well within himself while allowing the sensitivity of an often disappointed man to shine through.

After a couple of unnecessary machinations that push the running time past two hours, Notting Hill does end with the perfunctory madcap race-against-time for the two lovers to have their final encounter. It's a better-than-most romantic comedy, but it's still a romantic comedy.






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Saturday, 25 February 2017

Movie Review: Nine Months (1995)


A romantic comedy about transitioning from couplehood to parenthood, Nine Months showcases Hugh Grant's emerging talents and achieves big laughs with some slick slap stick.

In San Francisco, child psychologist Sam (Grant) and ballet teacher Becky (Julianne Moore) are in a seemingly perfect long-term relationship. When she announces an unexpected pregnancy, Sam is frazzled and feels unready. His attitude is not helped by constant accidental interactions with the chaotic family of Marty and Gail (Tom Arnold and Joan Cusack), who have three kids and a fourth on the way. Sam's friend Sean (Jeff Goldblum), a struggling yet sophisticated artist, is also not a fan of babyhood, having just broken off a relationship to avoid becoming a father.

As the pregnancy progresses, Becky becomes more committed to the idea of having a child, while all Sam can focus on is the loss of his independence and the fundamental changes to their lifestyle. The couple reach a crisis point, not helped by the seemingly incompetent efforts of Dr. Kosevich (Robin Williams), a recent Russian immigrant with limited vocabulary.

Directed and co-written by Chris Columbus, Nine Months was Hugh Grant's first studio-backed Hollywood production. The film is perhaps overstuffed with Grant's signature mannerisms of rapid blinking, eye-shifting, stuttering and off-handed cynicisms, but overall this is a comedy that benefits from his talent and establishes the Grant screen persona as the likable but boyish urbane man who refuses to grow up.

This is rom-com where the romance eventually takes a back seat to the comedy. Columbus firmly sets his focus on achieving crowning laugh-out-loud moments, and largely delivers. Some of it is pure slapstick, including an encounter with a Barney-type dinosaur at a toy store, but it works. And thanks to Robin Williams committing to the insanity of a veterinarian insecure about his first foray into human medicine, the film's finale is a frantic classic.

In its more serious moments Nine Months preys on the theme of men unwilling to mature. Sam is at the peak of his youth's fantasy, enjoying being in love, an emerging career, a new sports car and a beautiful woman by his side. The concept of abandoning what appears to be perfection to dive into the world of fatherhood is terrifying, and not made any easier by his superficial observations of what appears to be the anarchy of families in the full swing of parenting. His transformation is of course linear and predictable, but Columbus makes the most of a natural and widespread anxiety.

The cast members provide strong support. Moore registers as a woman fully embracing impending motherhood and unafraid to make difficult decisions when needed. Robin Williams has just the two prominent scenes but is unforgettable as Dr. Kosevich, while Jeff Goldblum delivers another version of his superficially smooth expert roles, gradually revealing Sean as a king of nothing.

Nine Months captures the emotional disarray of pregnancy: the gestation period is long, if for no other reason than to allow men to catch up with the drastic changes to come.






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Monday, 5 September 2016

Movie Review: About A Boy (2002)


A London-based drama comedy about the value of social connectedness, About A Boy benefits from a textured Hugh Grant performance but is otherwise more docile than engrossing.

In London, Will Freeman (Grant) is an independently wealthy confirmed bachelor. With no need to work and an unwillingness to commit to any relationship, Will chases a series of brief affairs. Meanwhile Marcus Brewer (Nicholas Hoult) is a young and lonely boy, the son of depressed single mom Fiona (Toni Collette). Marcus is mercilessly bullied at school while Fiona is one bad cry away from contemplating suicide.

Will invents a fake son to invite relationships with single mothers. His ruse helps him go on a date with Fiona's friend Suzie (Victoria Smurfit), and through her he meets Marcus. The young boy latches onto Will as a surrogate father figure, and Marcus has visions of Will emotionally rescuing Fiona. But the attractive Rachel (Rachel Weisz) enters Will's life, and suddenly he has reasons to modify his behaviour, but stopping all the lies will not be easy.

Directed by the sibling duo of Chris and Paul Weitz, About A Boy is likable but falls short of finding a compelling hook. Over-narrated by both Will and Marcus, the film has interesting but also predictable things to say about the overrated benefits of being alone and the ultimately deeply satisfying value of forging meaningful relationships.

The film's fundamental problem is in Will's obvious journey, which can easily be forecast from the opening scenes: this is a self-centred man who will learn to welcome people into his life. And indeed 101 minutes later Will has transformed into a man who understands the value of investing in time with children and providing meaningful support for women. His journey will have a few wrinkles created by Will's intrinsic aversion to the truth, but there is little in About A Boy that surprises.

Also lacking is a strong counterpart for Will to lead him into his conversion. The film splits time among Fiona, Suzie and Rachel, and they are all shortchanged. Toni Collette as Fiona does get the most definition among the women, but even she is reduced to a sketch of an adult hippie struggling with a life far from the ideals imagined in youth. Rachel Weisz suffers the most: Rachel, who is supposed to be the fascinating woman who finally snaps Will out of his lifelong pursuit of shallow affairs, is introduced late and contributes relatively little.

Instead Will's main companion is Marcus, a boy struggling to survive trauma at home and anguish at school. Marcus is nothing if not persistent, and he perceives the one thing in Will that matters: his availability. Will can lie to any adult but he finds it increasingly difficult to hide his vacuous life from Marcus' searching eyes, and eventually Will yields to Marcus dragging him into a life where other people matter. Nicholas Hoult gives Marcus an innocent intensity forged by the survival instinct, and despite bordering on irritating, the mutual dependency between the boy-man and man-boy creates a warm core for the film.

Hugh Grant plays up his natural impish boyishness, and his performance contains welcome hints of the loneliness that comes from a grown man's perpetual search for selfish pleasure. He orchestrates the film's better moments as Will awakens to the comforts that come with empathy.

The man acting like a boy is called upon to be a man by the boy with a man's maturity. About A Boy finds a cause in why growing up matters.






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Saturday, 3 September 2016

Movie Review: Florence Foster Jenkins (2016)


A classy comedy, Florence Foster Jenkins celebrates an elderly eccentric socialite who loved to perform, and her loving husband who perpetuated the myth that Florence could actually sing just to keep her happy.

It's New York in 1944. Florence Foster Jenkins (Meryl Streep) is an aging rich patrician, a supporter of the arts and a really terrible singer. Her husband St. Clair Bayfield (Hugh Grant), a failed actor, does all he can to support her passion for singing and performing, including hiring a well-respected vocal coach to work with her for an hour a day. Bayfield also hires young pianist Cosmé McMoon (Simon Helberg) as Florence's regular accompanist. McMoon is horrified when her first hears how truly awful Florence is at singing, but he persists.

Bayfield genuinely loves Florence and keeps her happy by arranging small recitals, carefully selecting audience members, paying small newspaper critics to write gushing reviews, and shutting out any non-fans. Florence suffers from a serious long-term illness, and as a result Bayfield maintains a double life, including a separate apartment and a side relationship with Kathleen (Rebecca Ferguson). When a limited-release record of Florence's awful singing unexpectedly becomes a hit among enlisted men, Bayfield and McMoon suddenly have a problem: Florence wants to perform on a big stage, where controlling the audience and the critics will not be easy.

Directed by Stephen Frears and based on real events, Florence Foster Jenkins is an elegant festival of laughs with a lot to say about the value of individualism, dedication and love. With three terrific performances from Streep, Grant and Helberg, Frears keeps the laughs coming while adding layers of character depth and finding unexpected emotions related to defining happiness on unique terms.

At its most basic level Florence Foster Jenkins works as a laugh-out-loud comedy. Florence's singing is godawful in the most ridiculous way, and she is oblivious to her limitations. Through the eyes of McMoon, Frears exposes Florence's all-in dedication to her craft, as well as Bayfield's loyal support. In their case wealth can buy fanciful self-deceit, and Florence powers through her lack of ability to great comic effect.

But Frears and screenwriter Nicholas Martin also quickly delve into the essence of the lead characters. Florence is a survivor of a tragic early-life medical mishap, and has lived well past her expected expiry date. She is a genuine supporter of the arts and the war effort. And at the heart of her story is true love and affection from Bayfield, a man who has decided to help create an unlikely cocoon of bliss for his soulmate. Despite being a small story about relatively privileged individuals, Florence Foster Jenkins rises above its humble limitations to explore the universal search for self-defined contentment.

The unstoppable Meryl Streep delivers another perfect performance, mixing pathos with deluded resolve. But Hugh Grant is a revelation, finally evolving into an understated level of maturity. His boyish rascalism scrubbed-off by age, Grant is the heart of the film, allowing Bayfield to skillfully balance multiple agendas, responsible for an elaborate charade, looking after his own needs while keeping Kathleen in balance and McMoon on-board. And as the third point in the triangle Simon Helberg acts as the audience's entry point into Florence's world, and excels as the talented pianist who really could do without a tone deaf singer on his resume.

Filled with the lavish costumes of the 1940s upper crust as well as their kookiness and foibles, Florence Foster Jenkins is a sparkling comedy with plenty of heart and soul.






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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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