Captain Fantastic – A Review


Writer-Director Matt Ross brings us Captain Fantastic; the story of a family that isn’t satisfied with “civilised” live in the modern age. There’s a lot of dissatisfaction in people in general these days and people deal with this looming feeling differently. Some people travel and wander in search of fulfilment, some hone a craft and reduce the world’s complications to stitches in a homemade knitted sweater or joints in a carpentry project. Others delve into the world of readily available media in all its forms and seek the truth from the words and expressions of others and I think right now I am one of these people tumbling down the cinematic and literary rabbit hole. People say the education system is flawed, kids shouldn’t be schooled only to pass exams, this film embodies that point of view.

Dripping in references to acclaimed high-brow literature, music and personas you’d think Woody Allen had a hand in writing Captain Fantastic. The film is light-hearted enough that many viewers won’t feel inadequate but it does come close to the border of being a little elitist and difficult to relate to (the book Ready Player One, soon to be film, may one day be similarly accused) which in my opinion may detract from the moral of the story.

Ben (Viggo Mortensen) and his wife had several uniquely named children and, being much smarter than everyone else, decided to rescue them from monotony and tedious lifestyles by moving into the forest and teaching them a hunter-gatherer, nomadic way of life infused with poetry, music and philosophical writings to broaden their horizons. There are many hilarious moments built around this concept, and equally as many touching ones. Learning all you know about anything through a book rings of Good Will Hunting and there are several similar scenes hinging in a similar fashion on awkward recital of textbook phrases and lack of pop culture knowledge. They sing and dance, hunt, and read together as a family except one member becomes unreachable early on in the film and paradise becomes paradise lost as they family dynamic is upset dramatically.

The ideas tackled in the film surrounding proper parenting in the modern age are done so without shyness or tact for younger audiences much like the manner in which Ben communicates with his kids; free from civilised social grace the often taboo topics of politics and sex are spoken about openly which gives the film a very liberating feel. That being said there are also moments that, due to the nature of a sole teacher teaching many, the elf-like kids with flowers in their hair appear indoctrinated and despite their indoctrination being with liberal, progressive and intelligent thinking I couldn’t keep certain enraging images from the film Jesus Camp popping into my brain. The film is generally gorgeous to watch as well with a charmingly low-budget aesthetic that sparingly uses drone shots and CGI but to great effect.

To wrap it up, then. Yeah, it was a bit preachy. Occasionally melodramatic. Harping on about the flaws in society like hundreds of other films have done before, more of the same etc. etc. I still liked it. What can I say, I’m a sucker for quirkiness, for references, for hunter-gatherer 8-year old american kids with combat knives – it’s hilarious.

Enjoyed it. 7.5/10

Late To The Party: Être et Avoir – A Review


Être et avoir.

To be and to have.

These verbs and their auxiliary forms are the metaphorical spinal column of most of the world’s languages; the branches on which every adjective and noun feeds. Here in Nicolas Philibert’s profoundly simple documentary film we observe a man planting equally strong roots in the minds of cute little French children of varying ages as only a masterful school teacher can. Georges Lopez drives the school bus, teaches, watches out at break-time, plays games, provides a shoulder to cry on.. He’s a superhero to these kids, Philibert captures their awe in their eyes and what’s more, each of them, Georges admits, are just as magic to him.

Filmed in St Etienne de somewhere-or-other, call it rural France, in a one-room, 3 class school of about 15 kids ages 4-11 – an almost inconceivable schooling concoction from even a rural British perspective – Georges, the ultimate father figure, looking like Jean Reno if he’d watched a few more Apple Keynotes when Jobs had the reigns, literally does it all. The film, released in 2002, poignantly snapshots country life and how that affects education for young people. For example, Julien, a plump young farmer’s boy at age 10 or 11 is driving small tractors at home, cleaning cowsheds, doing dishes and so on, all relatively adult chores, but him and his family can barely complete his 3 times table homework; which is more urgent, teaching the boy to work or teaching him to multiply?

Georges obviously encourages the latter. Throughout the film Monsieur uses every trick in the book, every mental manipulation his 25 years teaching experience has garnered him to draw the best human being from his kids. Note, human being, not student, a distinction understood but ignored by the majority of educational systems worldwide in this technological age. Unsurprisingly excellent teaching makes for excellent documentary film with several incredibly relatable, touching scenes making huge waves in my soul throughout. In the extra interview DVD feature, Philibert states how he makes films “with” and not films “about”; this observative, distant style coupled with the gripping formative childhood moments are an ingenious match. Close-ups of confused faces who’ve forgotten which number comes after 6, joyous young faces elated after simply washing paint from their hands, the ol’ classic enraged yet tearful grimacing mug of an innocent 4 year old who’s been pushed over in a puddle and now he “can’t go skating”???. The crushing feelings of powerlessness and fear when a parent is sick. This closeness between the pupils with one another and with Mr Lopez is almost non-existent nowadays with population increases and social pressures for “success” – not to mention flagging numbers of men in primary educative roles – so watching in 2016 I felt like I was being taken back in time rather than drowning in nostalgia for the days when napping at school was encouraged.

The aforementioned magic moments may not seem like much as they really have to be seen to be believed. I think we all still hold on tightly to certain early moments in our lives and fondly remember and appreciate the efforts of people whose love for what they were doing and whose understanding of such moments at the time diffuse into the way you or I perceive life. My French teacher, I remember taught me about art. My personal tutor and chemistry teacher, about hard work. My friends, friendship. We don’t tend to have time to reflect on specific moments, even the ones we do remember which makes capturing them tastefully so fantastic thereby giving us another tool in our arsenal as we build towards being aware of ourselves and our own flaws so that we can understand the hardships of others.

An incredible film that highlights the importance of good teachers.

And that concludes today’s lesson.


Late To The Party: All About My Mother – A Review

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What a wonderful film.

I definitely wasn’t ready for Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece All About My Mother on this, the morning Tuesday 16th August.

A clever young man watches Mankiewicz’ Magnum Opus All About Eve on his birthday with his mother. The lad’s irked by the film’s inaccurately translated Spanish title and he translates it himself, “all about my mother” he writes, instead. He’s old enough to want to know his father who’s been missing since before he was born and questions his mother but they agree to discuss after watching A Streetcar Named Desire in theatre for his little birthday treat.

After the show, the boy, Esteban, runs after the tired out thespian’s taxi and is killed by a car. The mother, Manuela (Cecilla Roth), who’s a hospital nurse specialising in posthumous organ donation, signs away his heart and other essentials and flees from their established home in Madrid to Barcelona to tell the father of the loss of their only son.

Already sounding particularly highly emotionally charged, isn’t it? The strong performances across the cast, the magnificent storyline and heart-breaking writing turn this tear-jerker up to 11 and it would be a sin to disclose any more of its secrets. Almodóvar’s oeuvre consists of many films predominantly around the lives of women. He focuses on their majesty, their foresight, the power of their emotion and the power they have in their own flawed, real, beautiful lives. Take this film, the story of a grieving mother being sucked into the already dramatic lives of others that nods back to great female performances from day’s gone by.. It’s refreshing and full of life. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, the character writing had me hooked through the heart with it’s inclusivity of all types of women and how they can all be special.

Absolutely a film that has to be seen to be believed; one woman’s unwilling journey into the depths of her human experience and the comparable horror felt by the strong, independent women around her.




Suicide Squad – A Review

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Is Suicide Squad more entertaining (therefore objectively better in the case of most comic book adaptations) than, say, fellow DCEU flick Batman Vs Superman? Of course.

Did I fall asleep during the film like I did during Ant-man, a second-rate Marvel, another textbook origin story with bland, boring characters that’s only held together by fairly cool puny punch-ups? Nope, wide awake.

Can this lovable bunch of rogues compete with the likes of Starlord and Groot? Guardians being the slightly more kid-friendly and most beloved recent MCU comparable ensemble pic that brandishes unlikely heroes, a killer soundtrack and a similarly flat, sequel-inducing plot? Not quite.

I don’t claim to know the source material of any of the aforementioned films so I can claim to be completely objective in my assessment of the writing, the visuals, the acting, the camerawork etc. I’m not biased one way or the other. I’m sure the scores will stabilise and of course I take film ratings (despite doing my own) with a pinch of salt but the “critical” response to Suicide Squad I think is uncalled for. It’s much better than people are saying and people are seeing it despite the negativity. It’s not staying with you and having you recall buttplug jokes like Deadpool but dear God is it streets ahead of Jurassic World or the Avengers 2.

So, David Ayer, a writer and director who’s been involved in several great films since the early 2000s heads up SS with a fairly ethnically diverse cast including 2 Aussies (Robbie and Courtney), Jared Leto, Will Smith, Cara Delevigne, rap star Common, Jay Hernandez and Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje. A suitably extensive introductory sequence is churned out for each character while they’re all locked up and we learn how this ragtag group of misfits must team up and (because of the nano-explosive chip in their necks) put aside their personal interests and heartlessly fight like mercenaries to save Midway City.

The plot is as linear as a plot could ever be; literally, fight your way to the top and beat the boss. The boss is the Enchantress (Delvevingne) and her brother. Enchantress wants to form an army to destroy the human race, the race that worshipped then abandoned her many thousands of years prior. The wild idea to form the squad is approved and, lead strictly by Rick Flag (Kinnaman), the group heads into the fray. Hitman Deadshot (Smith), motivated to see his daughter again, brings the relatable spin to the group right before headshotting hordes upon hordes of transformed blotchy-faced mutant soldiers. Sexy, crazy Harley Quinn joyfully bonks the brains of her enemies with her bat and hammer (which has the the best sound effect for any weapon ever) while she awaits rescue from her Puddin’. Diablo (Hernandez) holds fire until absolutely necessary and Killer Croc and Boomerang fight too but the emphasis is very much on Harley’s backside for most of the film. Killer Croc is to SS what Drax is to Guardians or Wun Wun the troll in Game of Thrones Ep9 The Battle of The Bastards. Another Hero. To quote myself in my Guardians review:

“Without the snappy lines of dialogue from Star-Lord, Rocket and well, excellent delivery of the one line from Groot, GotG would fall flat on Drax and Gamora’s poorly written, uninteresting faces. “

Does this mean all the characters are poorly written? Does this mean the film’s dialogue is boring and generates apathy towards the characters? Absolutely not. Some of the characters end up different to how they started and that’s all you need for an arc. I consider these films like comic books themselves, I would never expect a new, wiser Spiderman in every edition because he’s always going to be following his moral compass; never swapping it out for a new one. Not to mention people talk about character development like it’s a necessity..

I think the portrayals of all the characters were great too. Leto’s Joker is freakishly scary and unpredictable and his manic, hilariously erratic queen Harley is a joy to watch and brings a lot of the film’s jokes. The appearance of various other DCEU characters was interesting. The story of how they were all initially captured transitioned quickly into the squad getting out on the street, a no-BS approach I appreciated a lot. The lack of restraint in the CGI of our super-villains was probably a good thing for intensity purposes though how the hell they’ll top this villain in a sequel I just don’t know.

All in all, it didn’t feel like a cash-grab and it was thoroughly entertaining. It was occasionally stylish, it was often funny and one point I felt a bit of tension.

I can’t remember what I dreamt during Ant-Man.


The Neon Demon – A Review


The Neon Demon (rated 18), directed by the opinionated, edgy and unshy Danish powerhouse Nicolas Winding Refn, hits on the fashion – more specifically modelling – industry for its vulgarity, emptiness and insatiable obligation for perfection like thousands of films before it have done. But Refn made it sexier with flashing lights and deep bass, he made this film moodier with acerbic writing and caricaturish characters. He recreates the insanity and the loneliness of being at the top, the fleeting feelings of acceptance and euphoria, and the crushing deprecation from those who are hot towards those who for some genetic aesthetic faux pas are not.

So small town girl Jesse (Elle Fanning), wide-eyed and innocent looking like a young Sissy Spacek has had a friend snap a few shots of her dolled up and dead-eyed (she’s posing dead on a chaise lounge) and she’s straight up got what everybody wants. She’s an angelic natural blonde, 16 years old and glowing radiantly from every angle like she’s eaten the Fountain of Youth. Christina Hendricks, like Matthew McConaughey in Wolf of Wall Street, appears briefly. Here, as a talent agent – an impressed, awe-struck agent – she compares Jesse to the other girls; how she sees little cutie-pie country bumpkins every week but none like Jesse, no, “You’re going to be great” she finishes with, encouragingly.

And henceforth down the rabbit-hole young Jesse tumbles. Holed up alone in a cheap motel Jesse combats loneliness by maintaining her “friendship” with her original photographer and diving into the “social” scene where America’s tallest, thinnest and emptiest elite look at one another piercingly, “who’re you f-ing?” she’s asked repeatedly by the other models who at first are clearly too self-absorbed to see what the agents, photographers and designers are inevitably going to be turned on by. I say turned on deliberately, one particular designer brutally ignores the “who’re you f-ing?” girl and, upon seeing Jesse, hilariously and orgasmically oozes wonderment and you can see the inspiration forming into design ideas in the light of his eyes.

Refn moves The Neon Demon along with quiet discussion and deliberately bland, robotic situations that paint a picture of what people in the industry can be like. Very pretentious characters pour over their own ego and brag of their work whilst still seeming hugely defensive and insecure, immediately attacking one another to protect their image when the need arises. These more refined scenes are merely intervals in the visual spectacle of several sensational scenes that portray the manic high-energy party lifestyle, the euphoria of being the undisputed best, the hysteria in finding sadness during moments of self-realisation. The combination of light and dark emotional times for Jesse and the visualisation of these abstract human urges like wanting to be a recognised individual but still part of a community with the gritty Refn twists make for a thoroughly entertaining film. The music is electrifying and contributed further to my feeling that Gaspar Noé was a major influence here (many moments derivative of Enter The Void and even the presence of Karl Glusman from Noé’s Love, another incredibly provocative film).

To summarise, this is a work that’s clearly a progression of Refn’s oeuvre, it takes from but is not particularly similar to all of the Director’s work, which is hugely commendable. The sets, costumes and general seething vibe throughout brought about a tone which I felt could exist in the cut-throat world of high-fashion.

A must-watch, stay for the music video/credits sequence thing, it’s sick.


Cemetery of Splendour – A Review


Cemetery of Splendour, Thai director Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s newest film was exactly what my mind and body needed after a long-ish week to relieve a little tension. The film exists in the lives of the people supporting a small band of comatose soldiers recovering in a pop-up ward in a classroom in a small village. My only other experience with the director is with Boonmee, a gentle, spiritual film not unlike Cemetery of Splendour.

Jen, a volunteer in the ward with a wide-eyed American husband and legs of unequal length, devoutly worships her religious idols in the hopes of being rewarded with a youthful appearance. The tranquil village hums with the incessant chirps and skrees of invisible insects, chickens and smaller winged creatures walk where they please as the people of this settlement go about their business: attending doctor appointments, visiting the library etc. Jen and the nurses sit aside their wounded patients without much to offer aside from cleaning their bodies, delaying bed sores and talking to ears like one might talk to their growing plants. The doctor, rarely present, oversees installation of coloured light therapy equipment said to fight off bad dreams in the patients; the 6ft hook/candy cane shaped glowing poles bathe the still space in soft hues like those found lighting a quiet 70s drug fuelled chill-out rather than a nightclub.

A young medium, Keng, who can communicate with the men builds bridges between Jen and one particular soldier who Jen, after reading the man’s cryptic notebook, begins to see like the son she never had. Around the same time, Jen learns a potential reason for why the men won’t wake that’s based just as deeply in the realm of the intangible; slowly, Jen, taking what she knows and doesn’t know about life, deliberates her awareness of herself and those around her.

With almost no CGI and no fancy camera work (~3 instances of pan/zoom in the whole film and the rest being still camera shots) Cemetery of Splendour still proves to be a beautiful film. Most shots are composed and contained within the frame, the story is told without something new entering our field of view or leaving it. It’s beauty for me however was not visual but instead truly spiritual, myths and lore exist on the fringes of being real in this film which in somewhere like this small Thai village is fitting whereas in the modern Western world I live in I couldn’t feel less innately connected to what I can’t see.

A truly meditative experience if given the time and energy.


The Nice Guys – A Review


Slick and silly.

Shane Black’s The Nice Guys’ logline could be something along the lines of:

Sentimental strongarm and lovably mopey PI delve into missing girl case and are eventually lead into LA’s Adult Section where if you have the sway anything’s barely legal.

That’s great, watchable, probably, but The Nice Guys is a comedy throughout. It has this storyline that’s ever-present and complicated that subverts your expectations (take the opening of Gosling in the bath wherein first you see just his head, then his dry top half of his clothes so you think the tub is empty, then you see it’s full of water). There’s quiet, tender moments and grand nail-biting action set-pieces, a concluding few scenes with tension comparable to The Chaser for me. It has these highs and lows and still hits the mark with so much of the comedy riddled throughout that left me breathless every few minutes. Slick goodies, slick baddies, slick sets and costumes and silly jokes that undermine it all perfectly; I’m glad I didn’t see X-men instead.

Kind of like in Altman’s Short Cuts the air in town is the invisible driving force behind the film’s plot. Bear-like Crowe and Robert Downey Gosling bring tonnes of energy in their big shades and bright shirts, enamouring us with witty quips and funny petty arguments, slapstick and Jackie Chan-like fancy fight scenes. It felt original, not encroaching on the trodden Hollywood porn house/studio feel of Boogie Nights but instead mixing it with the urgency of Chinatown or LA Confidential and then watering it down with the physicality and silliness of Rush Hour’s frenetic duo.

At 116 minutes it could be a little long for some viewers though I respect that it tended to the relationship-building  scenes between the characters properly, showing restraint in the comedy at the right moments when needed which ultimately pulls us into the conflict when that restraint has its arse slapped and sent packing.

Definitely watch this film.



Everybody wants some!! – A Review


Back in 1993 Richard Linklater’s iconic film Dazed and Confused gave audiences a nostalgic experience of the back-end of High School in the US in 1976. The film was riddled with surprisingly sage words preached by one high and drunk teenager character to another – a structured development on Slacker’s meandering camera –  that perfectly portrayed the ideas, the hopes, the fears and the humour of its characters. It was insightful, charming, funny – everything I want to be – and in Everybody Wants some!!, Dazed’s proclaimed spiritual successor, Linklater tries it all on again with college students in the 80s and based on his track record, unsurprisingly he makes it work.

Rocking a largely no-name cast and set in a city I can’t remember where, Linklater brings back the 80s like he remembered it. Like in several of his previous works, a handpicked soundtrack accompanies the booty-chasing, ball-playing antics of an extremely athletic house. These guys were all high school superstars – big fish in small ponds – and are now forced together in a falling apart, donated college house in the suburbs; they live like you’d expect; bending the rules, respecting tradition, throwing insults, getting girls..

As someone who’s had a university experience I found the little knowledge bombs interesting. Of course, and this goes for most of Linklater’s repertoire and most films in general, no college kids are full of that much wisdom (though, at least in most cases, wisdom was passed down from the older members of the team to the young’uns) but some of it really did feel wise. In the beginning the guys are cheekily harassing some attractive new arrivals out the window of their party wagon, nothing works but eventually one admits she found the silent guy in the back cute. Later, once more of a relationship has been established between the two star-crossed lovers she admits she’d never of made her remark if the lads weren’t so damn laddy and got her talking. Some (ex-)students might of considered the cat-calling, the pick-up attempts rude and insensitive but it all resulted in something beautiful, a relationship, for two of the participants. These guys just had to be on the ball team, others could just wear a college hoody for their chit-chat initiation tool – get talking, it’s all in the conversation, life.

The film’s got tonnes of energy. The costumes change as frequently as the lads swap their favourite bars; one looking like the opening joint in Boogie Nights, another the bar in Midnight Cowboy. It’s beautifully plotless, just documenting the “Freshers” few days, a clock counts down until class starts – halfway through I wished for time to pass slower.

All in all, it’s another unadulterated Linklater special with no special effects, no excessive anything, just a nostalgic and slightly unrealistic depiction of idyllic American higher education society in the 80s (so lots of funky shirts).

I had me at Linklater.



Youth (2015) – A Review


Youth touched me deeply with its perfect mix of drama and comedy. Sorrentino’s latest feature length piece rests in a gorgeously secluded Spa retreat in the Swiss Alps at the breast of prolific ex-maestro Fred Ballinger (Michael Caine). Pestered to perform for Her Majesty, Ballinger’s tranquil stay is shaken up, disrupted like only a shrieking baby in a small audience could.

Maintaining Luca Bigazzi and Christiano Travaglioli from The Great Beauty as the cinematographer and editor for Youth, Sorrentino maintains and builds upon the divine aesthetic that’s already had him internationally recognised. Sorrentino and crew demonstrate the power of a good shot by making literally every shot interesting; the carousel opening looked like a potential music video, zooming onto Caine rustling a sweet wrapper felt Nolan-esque with the isolation of the audio and the connotations – I heard an orchestral piece in a crackling, crinkled piece of cheap plastic.. Not to mention excellently capturing natural beauty, pulling off dream sequences that would have Fellini doff his hat and frequently introduce delicate and unexpected but not necessarily unorthodox tilts and pans that serve only to heighten the emotions.

Some might dismiss viewing Youth on its title alone, its “pretentious” setting among the elite of the artistic scene or maybe even its aged cast. Unsurprising to Sorrentino fans the film has so much life and vibrant colour spilling out of each frame that the film turned a profit in worldwide box-office (though I’ve no idea how much the marketing budget eats into that).

The simple story is relatable and moves the story along at a pace fitting for the elderly characters. Several hilarious cameos scattered through the film show directorial flare but Caine, Harvey Keitel (a has-been director trying for another magnum opus) and Rachel Weisz (Daughter of Caine’s Ballinger) give such stunning performances that steal the show. One long take monologue in particular with Weisz –  who looks absolutely beautiful here, once again – was electrifying. Paul Dano’s in there too, I love that guy.

“See how everything looks really close? That’s Youth” Keitel spins the telescope around so his young co-writer is using the telephoto lens against herself..“Now see how everything looks really far away?” . Youth celebrates the potential in losing control; not thinking too far ahead and not being hesitant – features of youth. It also reminds us to look fondly on what we achieve as we grow and that our latest doesn’t have to be our greatest.