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Wednesday 24 October 2018

London Film Festival 2018: the best of the fest - part 2

With the London Film Festival 2018 now over, here follows the second half of my round-up of the films to look out for in the coming months.

Fahrenheit 11/9: the latest Michael Moore documentary looks at how the hell Donald Trump became the US President. It’s typical Moore: too long, too many targets, but it is never less than compelling and informing; it’s an urgent call to arms to liberals everywhere to get off their backsides and get in the political fight and protect ‘democracy’ being abused.

ROMA: master director Alfonso Cuaron finally follows up Gravity with something completely different, something of a personal passion project (he produced, directed, wrote, shot and edited). In beautiful, crisp black and white photography, ROMA tells the very simple story of a few months in the life of a maid living with a well-to-do Mexican family in 1970: nothing much happens and yet everything happens. As well as the gorgeous cinematography, this intimate epic is buoyed by impressive and immersive sound design that is best experienced in a cinema.

Sunset: Hungarian director Laszlo Nemes follows up his successful debut Son Of Saul with this fever dream. Set in the dying days of the Austro-Hungarian just before WWI, the film focuses on Irisz Leiter, a young woman with a mysterious past returning to Budapest whose true motivations may not be clear even to herself. The narrative is deliberately dream-like. The sumptuous cinematography apes Son Of Saul, the camera closely following Juli Jakab as Irisz. Needs to be seen in a cinema.

Duplicate: excellent meditation on mental health via a small helping of sci-fi. Ansel Elgort (Baby Driver himself) wakes every day and watches a video message from an almost identical man (his twin brother?); he concludes every day with a video message of his own, detailing the day’s apparently banal facts. Why are they leaving messages for each other? Why the boring facts of their days? As thoughtful a slice of sci-fi as we’ve seen in a while.

They Shall Not Grow Old: Peter Jackson’s Weta crew have colourised and added audio to black and white footage from WWI to stunning effect. With the aid of the recordings of veterans’ recollections, the film tells the story of war from the Army soldier’s point of view, from war being declared, through enlisting, training, being sent to the front line, experiencing the battlefields and finally returning home. The film may cause you to muse on many things, few of them positive, but at least a copy of the film has been sent to every school in the UK so that every teenager has the opportunity to learn from the mistakes of the past.

The Raft: excellent documentary about a human behaviour experiment carried out on a raft sailing across the Atlantic in 1973. A renowned anthropology professor gathers together 10 volunteers to sail across the Atlantic, their skills a mixture of those necessary to survive the trip, their personalities likely to cause internal conflict; he joins them on the raft to ‘observe’ in the hope that the 10, in the battle to survive the elements, will find a way to avoid or resolve conflict and that their method can be used to end international conflict. However, things do not go as the professor planned…

The Man Who Killed Don Quixote: Terry Gilliam finally delivers his passion project with Jonathan Pryce in the lead role. By some margin, this is Gilliam’s most straight-forwardly entertaining film since Twelve Monkeys. It has strong echoes of Brazil: better to excel in your dreams and be deemed mad, than to be sane and live in mediocrity.

The White Crow: Ralph Fiennes directs this retelling of Rudolf Nureyev’s defection to the West. Cross-cutting with key moments in Nureyev’s life that lead him to the biggest decision of his life, the film evokes the impact that Paris (and the great works he saw there) had on him. Ukranian dancer Oleg Ivenko is astonishing as Nureyev: not only is he convincing as Nureyev the dancer, but also as Rudolf the artist, the free spirit, a young man coming to terms with who he is and what he could be.

The Favouritehugely entertaining, blackly comic period romp from Yorgos Lanthimos (The Lobster, and The Killing of a Sacred Deer) that will garner multiple nominations from every major awards body, in particular for its trio of leading ladies: Olivia Colman, Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone. Colman channels Miranda Richardson’s Queenie as Queen Anne in the early 18th Century, struggling with her health and to lead England in the war against France. In both matters, she relies heavily on her friend and right-hand woman, Weisz’s Duchess of Marlborough. Their sympatico is rent asunder by the arrival of Stone’s Abigail and a battle of wits ensues. Nicholas Hoult lends excellent support as a leading Whig. Be warned this is not a traditional British period piece: the language is fairly salty with a number of delicious deployments of the c-word.
Opens 1 January

Assassination Nation: this year’s gender war incendiary grenade in which the Salem witch trials are reconfigured for the modern age.
Perhaps guilty of trying to have its cake and eat it, the film features four attractive, barely-dressed teenage girls, engaged in social media, chasing boys and abusing booze, who end up being hunted down by their townsfolk (in Purge-like scenes). Partly a warning about what you say and how much you reveal about yourself on social media, and partly a rallying cry to women everywhere to not take any shit from any man.

Opens 23 November

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