I’m frequently asked to list my favourite films – and my standard answer is that the list changes according to my mood.
But broadly there are several movies I’m always in the mood for. In no particular order, the movies that will always make my top 10 list are:
The Shawshank Redemption: tremendous in so many ways – great direction, acting, dialogue, characters; almost unique in its study of true male friendships (sorry Shane Black, your Lethal Weapon buddy/buddy scripts don’t count); and a towering testament to the power of human will. And, of course, one of the rare examples of preview-screening-enforced changes making the film better. The final whispered line (“I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.”) followed by that beautiful pull back as we see the two heroes embrace leaves me a gibbering wreck every time.
Paths of Glory: one of two Stanley Kubrick movies that I cannot live without. This Marxist critique of war (the enemy is not the other side but your own top brass who are sending you to war) is timeless, highlighting not only the horrors of war, but also the horrors man is capable of. It tells the true story of French top brass ordering their artillery to shell their own troops after those troops failed to leave their trench and run headlong into German fire with little hope of success and none of surviving the ordeal; ultimately three men are selected to face a firing squad pour encourage les autres. Their captain is played with liberal zeal by Kirk Douglas, who delivers his best performance ever. The superb kangaroo jury courtroom scene was the inspiration for Blackadder’s court martial for the death of Speckled Jim. The recent remastered print makes this film more powerful than ever.
Dr Strangelove: the other Kubrick I can’t live without. Reasoning that nuclear apocalypse was just too serious to contemplate in a drama, Kubrick spun this holocaust warning as a black comedy – when you’re laughing, your guards are down and therefore you’re more likely to receive the movie’s message. The film is perhaps most famous for Peter Sellars’ performance, taking on three very different roles. It’s simply perfect.
Casablanca: an obvious choice maybe, but what are you gonna do? My love for this knows no bounds.
When Harry Met Sally: one of the best scripts ever written, unforgettably performed by its leading players. It’s even worked as a seduction movie for me!
Infernal Affairs: the HK police v triad thriller that was butchered by Scorsese when he remade it as the bloated, pointless Departed. The original showcases brain and brawn. It’s written and directed with clinical precision, but also allows all the key characters (cops and triad members alike) plenty of room to breathe. The two leads – Tony Leung and Andy Lau – are screen gods in Asia, and the film is certainly helped by their detailed and charismatic turns. A stone-cold classic.
Outlaw Josey Wales: the Clint movie that would have won a truckload of Oscars in the mid-70s, but for prominent critic Pauline Kael’s sustained campaign against it. Choc full of great lines and great character actors. An important pre-cursor to Unforgiven and Gran Torino.
Out of Sight: until Up In The Air, this was Clooney’s greatest performance, combining his trademark rogue-ish charm with an emotional honesty he so rarely reveals. Directed with intense style by Steven Soderbergh, and scored perfectly by David Holmes, this is a constant pleasure. The cast is so well cast, it hurts. And then there’s the chemistry between Clooney and Jennifer Lopez – surely one of the top five screen couples – with the sparks bursting forth from the screen.
There are plenty more of course: the first two Aliens; the first two Terminators; all my favourite comic book movies (there is nothing better than Wolverine going berserker when the X-Mansion is invaded in X-Men 2); Star Wars 4-6 (which of course counts as one movie); Indy 1-3 (again, one movie!); Lord of the Rings (although a trilogy, that’s one film too!); a whole slew of Hitchcock’s movies and his most accomplished modern acolyte, David Fincher; a fistful of Clints; Shyamalan’s first two efforts (Sixth Sense and Unbreakable); some recent European cinema (Downfall, The Lives Of Others, etc); Schindler’s and Ryan from Spielberg; Field of Dreams; the collected work of Pixar; and of course some Bonds…
But I must make special mention of Un Coeur En Hiver, a French film I saw on 29 May 1992 – and although a friend bought me the DVD as a birthday present a few years back, I have never seen it since. The emotional detachment of the lead character shocked many critics, but not me. At the time, Daniel Auteuil’s outlook probably matched my own, and the film resonated with me strongly. That resonance has diminished with time as I have grown, but the power the film exerted over me back then lingers on. That the film also introduced me to Emmanuelle Beart (proof, surely, that God exists) is also worthy of note!
And that would lead on to my favourite screen goddesses, but that’s another blog for another day.
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Review: Kick-Ass
Kick-Ass kicks arse of that there is no doubt, but is it really worthy of all the rave reviews?
This ultra-violent pastiche of comic book traditions is vibrant independent cinema that pushes several Moral Majority/Daily Mail panic buttons with glee. But it’s also possessed of heart, and at its centre there is a moral.
Also at its centre is not Kick-Ass: although he’s the titular hero and key protagonist, the audience’s attention is gripped by Hit-Girl, the gun-toting, sword-wielding, potty-mouthed 11-year old super heroine played by Chloe Moretz. HG immediately makes the top 10 list of all-time heroines. By turns doting, confident, scared and scarred, Moretz pretty much steals the film.
Not far behind her is Nic Cage as Big Daddy. He is a truly tragic figure: first time we meet him, he’s clearly a dweeb dad – but a dad who worships his daughter (who returns that worship); next time he’s suited and booted for heroic action, and he shows off his impressive chops, but his Adam West-style delivery in his costume hints at the meek geek within; finally we learn of the great man that he was – and his fall from those heights is wretched.
It’s hard to tell whether Cage is brilliant in the role or just mad and bad – his performance walks a fine line – but it’s hard to think of another actor who could carry off the mixture of character traits so well, and his final scene is an over-the-top peach.
Aaron Johnson, as Kick-Ass, plays it just right: ie while his delivery is very Peter Parker-esque, he is a completely recognisable every man at school and hanging out with friends, but is appropriately fearful and out of his depth when he decides to don a green wetsuit and go crime-fighting. Never has a hero been less prepared for his journey, and his horror at other people’s violence mixed with his need to do good reinforces the comic and the film’s moral.
That moral is of course clouded by the source comic’s joyful yet sickening violence – and British director Matthew Vaughan transfers that ultra-violence to screen magnificently. While Vaughan has been at pains to state that the violence and action and hardware are all real world, there is a dichotomy of approach to the fights: when Kick-Ass fights, the blows and damage done are painfully realistic (rarely has a titular hero taken so many bloody beatings) – he fights poorly, but bleeds easily; Big Daddy steps things up a notch, moving into Robocop action stylings; and then Hit-Girl’s scenes are completely over-the-top comic book madness. Just about every blow, cut and shot created by Mark Millar and John Romita Jnr are realised mercilessly on screen.
Vaughan proved himself a muscular director with an eye for the epic on Layer Cake, and showed a deft emotional touch on Stardust: both approaches are evident in Kick-Ass – the fight scenes feature trick shots that would make John Woo green with envy, while the scenes between Kick-Ass and his geek friends and those between BD and HG have real emotional depth.
There is much fun here for geeks and movie buffs; there are enough comic and movie references (some scene set-ups are explicit in their homage, while the original score takes its cue from well-known and much-loved genre movies) to keep geeks coming back for second and third viewings.
But does Vaughan get to have his cake and eat it? The beatings Kick-Ass receives are enough to persuade anyone that being a vigilante crime-fighter is a short-term, very dangerous hobby. And yet, Kick-Ass knows there comes a time when a man can no longer turn a blind eye to evil and he must fight the good fight.
The film ends the same way as the comic, and paves the way for the inevitable sequel. And the first part of that sentence informs my score. For the record, I believe Kick-Ass to be a better comic adaptation than Watchmen – it’s shot with love and life – but because I know the comic so well, the stand-out moments that will shock Kick-Ass virgins did not quite meet my own (too lofty?) expectations.
Nevertheless, will I see this again? Oh god, yes!
Score: 8.5/10
This ultra-violent pastiche of comic book traditions is vibrant independent cinema that pushes several Moral Majority/Daily Mail panic buttons with glee. But it’s also possessed of heart, and at its centre there is a moral.
Also at its centre is not Kick-Ass: although he’s the titular hero and key protagonist, the audience’s attention is gripped by Hit-Girl, the gun-toting, sword-wielding, potty-mouthed 11-year old super heroine played by Chloe Moretz. HG immediately makes the top 10 list of all-time heroines. By turns doting, confident, scared and scarred, Moretz pretty much steals the film.
Not far behind her is Nic Cage as Big Daddy. He is a truly tragic figure: first time we meet him, he’s clearly a dweeb dad – but a dad who worships his daughter (who returns that worship); next time he’s suited and booted for heroic action, and he shows off his impressive chops, but his Adam West-style delivery in his costume hints at the meek geek within; finally we learn of the great man that he was – and his fall from those heights is wretched.
It’s hard to tell whether Cage is brilliant in the role or just mad and bad – his performance walks a fine line – but it’s hard to think of another actor who could carry off the mixture of character traits so well, and his final scene is an over-the-top peach.
Aaron Johnson, as Kick-Ass, plays it just right: ie while his delivery is very Peter Parker-esque, he is a completely recognisable every man at school and hanging out with friends, but is appropriately fearful and out of his depth when he decides to don a green wetsuit and go crime-fighting. Never has a hero been less prepared for his journey, and his horror at other people’s violence mixed with his need to do good reinforces the comic and the film’s moral.
That moral is of course clouded by the source comic’s joyful yet sickening violence – and British director Matthew Vaughan transfers that ultra-violence to screen magnificently. While Vaughan has been at pains to state that the violence and action and hardware are all real world, there is a dichotomy of approach to the fights: when Kick-Ass fights, the blows and damage done are painfully realistic (rarely has a titular hero taken so many bloody beatings) – he fights poorly, but bleeds easily; Big Daddy steps things up a notch, moving into Robocop action stylings; and then Hit-Girl’s scenes are completely over-the-top comic book madness. Just about every blow, cut and shot created by Mark Millar and John Romita Jnr are realised mercilessly on screen.
Vaughan proved himself a muscular director with an eye for the epic on Layer Cake, and showed a deft emotional touch on Stardust: both approaches are evident in Kick-Ass – the fight scenes feature trick shots that would make John Woo green with envy, while the scenes between Kick-Ass and his geek friends and those between BD and HG have real emotional depth.
There is much fun here for geeks and movie buffs; there are enough comic and movie references (some scene set-ups are explicit in their homage, while the original score takes its cue from well-known and much-loved genre movies) to keep geeks coming back for second and third viewings.
But does Vaughan get to have his cake and eat it? The beatings Kick-Ass receives are enough to persuade anyone that being a vigilante crime-fighter is a short-term, very dangerous hobby. And yet, Kick-Ass knows there comes a time when a man can no longer turn a blind eye to evil and he must fight the good fight.
The film ends the same way as the comic, and paves the way for the inevitable sequel. And the first part of that sentence informs my score. For the record, I believe Kick-Ass to be a better comic adaptation than Watchmen – it’s shot with love and life – but because I know the comic so well, the stand-out moments that will shock Kick-Ass virgins did not quite meet my own (too lofty?) expectations.
Nevertheless, will I see this again? Oh god, yes!
Score: 8.5/10
Monday, 8 March 2010
Oscars 2010: analysis
Surprises were few and far between at this year’s Oscars. Ultimately taste won out in the battle for Best Film, with Hurt Locker beating Avatar.
All the major categories went as expected with the exception of Original Screenplay (won by Hurt Locker, beating both Up and A Serious Man), Adapted Screenplay (won by Precious, beating Up In The Air), and Foreign Film (the Argentine entry beating The White Ribbon and A Prophet – that’s a real shock).
It’s also a pity that Barry Ackroyd’s outstanding cinematography on Hurt Locker has gone unrewarded, being pipped by Mauro Fiore on Avatar.
It remains to be seen whether Sandra Bullock’s win will help sell her Mid West, Bible-friendly Blind Side internationally.
The most interesting factoid from this year’s Oscars is box office-related. The Best Film winner, Hurt Locker, grossed less than 1% of its major, Smurf-like rival: $21.3m versus $2.5bn…
Indeed, since modern gross receipt recording started in the late 70s, Hurt Locker is quite possibly the poorest performing Best Film. Over the past 10 years, the Best Film has taken an average of $336.2m worldwide; Hurt Locker’s current take is just 6.3% of that total. If we factor out The Return Of The King’s $1.1bn, the average drops to $249.3m, of which Hurt Locker’s haul represents just 8.5%.
But box office take is no measure of a film’s merits! I wonder if the Hurt Locker’s distributors will re-release it in cinemas… While the Oscar wins will help its DVD sales, it truly is a film to be seen on the big screen.
Best Film Oscar Winners 2010 – 2001
2010: The Hurt Locker - $21.3m
2009: Slumdog Millionaire - $377.4m
2008: No Country For Old Men - $162.1m
2007: The Departed - $289.8m
2006: Crash - $98.4m
2005: Million Dollar Baby - $216.7m
2004: The Return Of The King - $1,119m
2003: Chicago - $306.7m
2002: A Beautiful Mind - $313.5m
2001: Gladiator - $457.6m
All the major categories went as expected with the exception of Original Screenplay (won by Hurt Locker, beating both Up and A Serious Man), Adapted Screenplay (won by Precious, beating Up In The Air), and Foreign Film (the Argentine entry beating The White Ribbon and A Prophet – that’s a real shock).
It’s also a pity that Barry Ackroyd’s outstanding cinematography on Hurt Locker has gone unrewarded, being pipped by Mauro Fiore on Avatar.
It remains to be seen whether Sandra Bullock’s win will help sell her Mid West, Bible-friendly Blind Side internationally.
The most interesting factoid from this year’s Oscars is box office-related. The Best Film winner, Hurt Locker, grossed less than 1% of its major, Smurf-like rival: $21.3m versus $2.5bn…
Indeed, since modern gross receipt recording started in the late 70s, Hurt Locker is quite possibly the poorest performing Best Film. Over the past 10 years, the Best Film has taken an average of $336.2m worldwide; Hurt Locker’s current take is just 6.3% of that total. If we factor out The Return Of The King’s $1.1bn, the average drops to $249.3m, of which Hurt Locker’s haul represents just 8.5%.
But box office take is no measure of a film’s merits! I wonder if the Hurt Locker’s distributors will re-release it in cinemas… While the Oscar wins will help its DVD sales, it truly is a film to be seen on the big screen.
Best Film Oscar Winners 2010 – 2001
2010: The Hurt Locker - $21.3m
2009: Slumdog Millionaire - $377.4m
2008: No Country For Old Men - $162.1m
2007: The Departed - $289.8m
2006: Crash - $98.4m
2005: Million Dollar Baby - $216.7m
2004: The Return Of The King - $1,119m
2003: Chicago - $306.7m
2002: A Beautiful Mind - $313.5m
2001: Gladiator - $457.6m
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Surprise film weekender
Six people, six movies: that was this weekend’s surprise link film weekender.
The line-up (in order looked like this:
• Being John Malkovich - picked by Rod
• Grosse Pointe Blank - picked by me
• The Big Sleep - picked by Denise
• Sleepy Hollow - picked by Emma
• I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead - picked by Duncan
• Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead - picked by Jonathan
Rod’s choice of Malkovich was inspired. I haven’t seen it for a few years and had forgotten what a lovely headfuck it is. Malkovich malkovich malkovich, malkovich malkovich malkovich, malkovich malkovich – malkovich!
I cheated a little on my link; ostensibly links to the next film were supposed to be via the words in the film title, but Rod’s choice left me few options, so I extended my link to the lead actor, John Cusack, thus allowing me to go for Grosse Pointe (a film I know and love). Truly, it is a lesson in the dangers of TV…
Denise took my ‘Grosse’, translated it to ‘big’, and thus was able to enjoy The Big Sleep for the first time. We collectively marvelled at Marlowe’s way with the ladies (especially Dorothy Malone at the Acme Book Shop), and we were all shocked by Martha Vickers’ jail-bait entry to the film – pure brilliant filth. The plot still makes no sense though!
‘Sleep’ allowed Emma to show Sleepy Hollow, Tim Burton’s gothic romp (which was, lest we forget, Johnny Depp’s first proper hit movie), stacked to the rafters with great British character actors. And thus Saturday came to a close.
Duncan continued with ‘Sleepy’ to offer us a group premiere of I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead, a prime slice of bleak, London gang/revenge tragedy, directed by the ace of that genre, Mike Hodges. While this kicked off Sunday morning with some undesirable elements (vomiting, male rape, suicide and murder), this was more than made up for by its strangely French, hypnotic quality and the unfamiliar but gritty locations. Great score too.
Jonathan took us to the finish with Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead: more noir-ish stylings mixed with Italian gangster flick staples, aided and abetted by top performances from Andy Garcia and Christopher Walken.
Great movies, great food (hats off to Jonathan, Denise and Emma) and great company!
And thanks to Bunny, my sister, for acting as independent arbitrator during the film choice phase.
The line-up (in order looked like this:
• Being John Malkovich - picked by Rod
• Grosse Pointe Blank - picked by me
• The Big Sleep - picked by Denise
• Sleepy Hollow - picked by Emma
• I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead - picked by Duncan
• Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead - picked by Jonathan
Rod’s choice of Malkovich was inspired. I haven’t seen it for a few years and had forgotten what a lovely headfuck it is. Malkovich malkovich malkovich, malkovich malkovich malkovich, malkovich malkovich – malkovich!
I cheated a little on my link; ostensibly links to the next film were supposed to be via the words in the film title, but Rod’s choice left me few options, so I extended my link to the lead actor, John Cusack, thus allowing me to go for Grosse Pointe (a film I know and love). Truly, it is a lesson in the dangers of TV…
Denise took my ‘Grosse’, translated it to ‘big’, and thus was able to enjoy The Big Sleep for the first time. We collectively marvelled at Marlowe’s way with the ladies (especially Dorothy Malone at the Acme Book Shop), and we were all shocked by Martha Vickers’ jail-bait entry to the film – pure brilliant filth. The plot still makes no sense though!
‘Sleep’ allowed Emma to show Sleepy Hollow, Tim Burton’s gothic romp (which was, lest we forget, Johnny Depp’s first proper hit movie), stacked to the rafters with great British character actors. And thus Saturday came to a close.
Duncan continued with ‘Sleepy’ to offer us a group premiere of I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead, a prime slice of bleak, London gang/revenge tragedy, directed by the ace of that genre, Mike Hodges. While this kicked off Sunday morning with some undesirable elements (vomiting, male rape, suicide and murder), this was more than made up for by its strangely French, hypnotic quality and the unfamiliar but gritty locations. Great score too.
Jonathan took us to the finish with Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead: more noir-ish stylings mixed with Italian gangster flick staples, aided and abetted by top performances from Andy Garcia and Christopher Walken.
Great movies, great food (hats off to Jonathan, Denise and Emma) and great company!
And thanks to Bunny, my sister, for acting as independent arbitrator during the film choice phase.
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