Saturday, 5 July 2025

On TV: "A House Named Shahana"


We're introduced to Shahrin (Aanon Siddiqua), the heroine of the Bangladeshi-UK co-production
A House Named Shahana, in two distinct yet equally pivotal moments: in 1995, when she takes delivery of her divorce papers, and in 1987, as a young bride being married off - over the phone, indeed - to an English hotelier. Those parallel timelines ensure Leesa Gazi's film keeps surprising us, as Shahrin keeps surprising herself with her own fortitude and drive. We watch her leave those divorce papers behind on an auto-rickshaw, only for it to prove no big deal. She's revealed to be working as a doctor - which allows Gazi and Siddiqua, co-writers here, to brush up against other case studies involving women at the mercy of the men in their lives. And just when we seem to be settling alongside Shahrin in her new, liberated life, we are returned to the Britain of the late 1980s - a fairly grim time to have been Bangladeshi in the UK, even with an outwardly welcoming husband, keen to ensure his household runs like clockwork - to get a sense of what our lived through back there, and crucially what she survived. I say crucially, because Gazi and Siddiqua, drawing on the stories of actual young brides launched into overseas exile, don't approach this failed first marriage as the abusive dead loss a more overtly polemical film might dramatise, rather a learning experience, something formative and survivable, to be looked at philosophically. Your arranged marriage fails. But so what? Life goes on.

It's a character study, then, but it's also a very endearing portrait of an independent spirit. Shahrin isn't for a single moment of screentime a downtrodden victim, but a pillar of strength; what she ultimately learns from her spell in mute, under-the-burqa servitude is the power of her own voice. (She demonstrates such spirit in the 1995 sequences that her parents, under whose roof she's returned, believe she's been possessed by a djinn who's rendered her untameable.) She asks a tailor to sew pockets in her clothes, like men have in theirs; she works up a buoying relationship with her folks' obedient domestic Julekha (Kamrunnahar Munni, a real find), to whom Shahrin serves as an inspiration, as someone who's left domesticity behind, lived a life and then succeeded in rebuilding that life from scratch. It's a terrific breakout performance from the London-based musician Siddiqua, all the more impressive for being her feature debut. She convinces not just as a pathfinder and postergirl but as a flesh-and-blood divorcee, someone whom actual wives, weighing up whether or not it's worth the disruption and any stigma to go their own way, might well remember in their own moments of self-determination. Gazi maintains a close, intimate domestic focus, shuttling us back-and-forth between households, and thereby allowing us to spot subtle changes in the family unit and attitudes within. Yet she inhabits this space so confidently that even what may at first appear missteps come to lead us somewhere rewarding. Shahrin is such an independent woman I wasn't sure the film needed the quasi-romantic subplot linking her to a genial family friend (Iresh Zaker), but it allows Gazi, through these two excellent actors, to raise the possibility of love again - or organic connection, something a Bangladeshi woman might choose for herself, and that only enhances who she already is. A quietly wise and lovely film.

A House Named Shahana screens on Channel 4 this Thursday at 1.55am.

Friday, 4 July 2025

For what it's worth...




UK box office Top Ten (for the weekend of June 27-29, 2025):

1 (new) F1 (12A) ***
2 (1) 28 Years Later (15) ****
3 (2) How to Train Your Dragon (PG)
4 (3) Elio (PG)
5 (4Lilo & Stitch (U)
6 (new) M3GAN 2.0 (15) **
8 (new) Sardaar Ji 3 (12A)
10 (7) Sitaare Zameen Par (12A)

(source: BFI)

My top five:
1. Hearts of Darkness: a Filmmaker's Apocalypse
2. Ran

  
DVD/Blu-Ray/Download top ten: 

1 (2) A Minecraft Movie (PG)
3 (3) 28 Days Later... (15) ****
6 (40) Jurassic World: Dominion (12)
8 (new) Lethal Weapon (15) [above] ****
9 (6Sinners (15) ****
10 (7) The Amateur (12)


My top five: 
1.
 Black Bag
3. Flow


Top five films on terrestrial TV this week:
1. The Wicker Man (Tuesday, BBC Two, 11.50pm)
2. Don't Look Now (Wednesday, BBC Two, 12midnight)
3. King Richard (Saturday, BBC One, 10.20pm)
4. A House Named Shahana (Thursday, Channel 4, 1.55am)
5. The Day After Tomorrow (Saturday, Channel 4, 7.40pm)

Thursday, 3 July 2025

Enshittification: "M3GAN 2.0"


The first M3GAN - written by Akela Cooper and James Wan, directed by Gerard Johnstone - was released in January 2023 as Blumhouse's official alternative to the season's po-faced awards bait. The tale of a sociopathically sassy emotional support android, it didn't strictly have to be any good to stand out, but it achieved one of the 21st century studio movie's aims in becoming memeable, resulting in a global box-office take of $180m. Sequel M3GAN 2.0, written and directed by Johnstone, is opening at the height of movie summer - between the new Jerry Bruckheimer and the latest Jurassic Park reboot - which possibly explains the decision to expand a small, snarkily satirical sci-fi proposition into something approximating a midrange action pic adjacent to the Terminator, X-Men and Mission: Impossible franchises. Now there is a second item of killer kit on the loose: a robot known as Amelia (Ivanna Sakhno), who threatens not just one household, but the entire world order, and prompts the authorities to revive the first film's antagonist as a first line of defence. Johnstone clearly sees this as an opportunity to initiate a popcorn-counter debate about tech that goes beyond kids and screens to consider the looming presence of AI in our homes and pockets and whether it's still possible to forge an ethical career in tech, given the money and lunatics now flooding that field. All valid points for a broadsheet editorial, but as a movie, M3GAN 2.0 proves disappointingly dry: for an hour or so, there's barely one laugh to be had with it. Partly that's because Johnstone gives himself a lot more to set up: while humanoid heroine Gemma (Allison Williams) comes to realise she has to reboot the killer doll that terrorised her family, we're introduced to a weirdo tech guru (Jemaine Clement) with a neural link and bolt-on abs. The elevated budget, too, provides a lot more tech to show off, but it's a narrative issue when these gleaming machines seem to exert greater control over the plot than the tagalong humans. M3GAN 2.0 is busy, but it's never as funny as its predecessor: you begin to wonder whether everybody involved has misunderstood what made the original such a hit - and misjudged whether the franchise really needed expanding in this way.

In its second half - with M3GAN (Jenna Davis) fully rebooted - the movie shuffles closer to what one might expect from any M3GAN sequel. Williams deals with the elevated exposition as well as anybody could, and is rewarded for her efforts with a fight sequence of her own; this setpiece kicks loose the sequel's single most promising idea - having Gemma and M3GAN merge personalities, requiring Williams to mimic the robot's speech patterns - and then promptly forgets all about it. A leftfield deployment of Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work" is the one scene that connects to the joshing original, but plays as incongruous in this new, straitlaced context: a bug or glitch. Elsewhere, Johnstone doubles down on the original's limitations: there are too many bland supporting characters played by cutprice performers (one of whom, TV breakout Brian Jordan Alvarez, arrives on the big screen with a blotted copybook, further adding to the sense of an ill-fated production) and it's been shot with an eye to the softest of R ratings - maybe even a PG-13 - which means it keeps having to cut away from the worst of the carnage this set-up anticipates. It's as if the filter Gemma installs to rein in M3GAN's worst excesses of word and deed has equally been fitted to the film itself: the plot may take a note from Terminator 2, retrofitting an erstwhile murderbot with a conscience, but the tone recalls something like the Short Circuit sequel, particularly around the relationship between the first film's now teenage lead (Violet McGraw) and the android who once watched over her. (Again, to a M3GAN movie's detriment, I was reminded of Blumhouse's underseen Upgrade, a properly thumping, often jolting techno-fantasy that was far more vivid in its pulp, and hadn't been childproofed for an assumed audience of excitable TikTokkers.) Were it not for the visibly higher budget, M3GAN 2.0 would seem much like an opportunistic DTV riff on some sizeable studio hit: most of the ideas with which Johnstone fills these two hours have been done to death, right through to a finale that sees our heroes fleeing a lair their tech loon nemesis has equipped with self-destruct software. It is, however, very much reflective of developments in 21st century tech: after a successful first rollout, 2.0 adds a lot more whistles and bells, new toys with new buttons to press, all of which impede it from functioning as effectively as this technology once did.

M3GAN 2.0 is now playing in cinemas nationwide.

Monday, 30 June 2025

From the archive: "The Girl Who Leapt Through Time"


Delicate, becalmed and emotionally satisfying, Japanese director Mamoru Hosoda's animation The Girl Who Leapt Through Time forms a welcome antidote to the noisy, smirking banalities of Jumper. After an incident in a chemistry lab, klutzy schoolgirl Makoto (voiced by Riisa Naka) discovers she can stop and reverse the clock by means of a running jump, thus literally leaping through time. Rather than save the world, Makoto applies herself to accomplishing the kind of things an ordinary girl in her late teens might consider cool: landing top marks in her exams, eking out extra minutes in the karaoke lounge, getting the tea she wants, rather than that she's originally served. Yet the main business of the plot is a chain of events caused by her embarrassed rebuffing of a friend who asked her out, from which our heroine learns that direct intervention in the lives of others, leaping in feet first, has as many negative as positive effects. 
It's very sweet that that the film should use a superpower to resolve a series of crushes: actions that might very well mean the world to the parties involved, though which turn out to have further-reaching consequences than first imagined. Visually, Hosoda takes his cue from a painting the girl's aunt is restoring, and which proves crucial to the plot ("the longer you look at it, the more relaxed and comforted you get"); even when Makoto is at her most agitated, this dreamiest of cameras will often drift away to observe a cloud formation or a ladybird making its way across a surface. It's a time-travel movie that allows itself, and its audience, precious moments in which to breathe, think and reflect upon the various ways in which time flies.

(May 2009)

A 4K restoration of The Girl Who Leapt Through Time opens in selected cinemas from Sunday.

Friday, 27 June 2025

For what it's worth...




UK box office Top Ten (for the weekend of June 20-22, 2025):

1 (new) 28 Years Later (15) ****
2 (1) How to Train Your Dragon (PG)
3 (new) Elio (PG)
4 (2Lilo & Stitch (U)
6 (4) The Long Wet Walk (12A)
7 (new) Sitaare Zameen Par (12A)
8 (5) Ballerina (15)
9 (6Karate Kid: Legends (12A)
10 (8) The Ballad of Wallis Island (12A) ***

(source: BFI)

My top five:
3. F1

  
DVD/Blu-Ray/Download top ten: 

2 (1) A Minecraft Movie (PG)
3 (8) 28 Days Later... (15) ****
6 (2) Sinners (15) ****
7 (4) The Amateur (12)
8 (35) Nosferatu (15) ***
10 (13) How to Train Your Dragon [2010] (PG) ****


My top five: 
1.
 Black Bag
3. Flow


Top five films on terrestrial TV this week:
1. North by Northwest (Sunday, BBC Two, 1.50pm)
2. Bonnie and Clyde (Sunday, BBC Two, 11.40pm)
3. The 39 Steps (Sunday, BBC Two, 12.25pm)
4. Glory (Saturday, Channel 4, 12.30am)
5. The Addams Family [above] (Saturday, ITV1, 6.50am)

From the archive: "How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World"


From the off, these big screen adaptations of Cressida Cowell's children's books were elevated some way over the digimated pack: 2010's first How to Train Your Dragon did something both tangible and touching with the space separating a scaly firebreather, a nervy young man and the latter's gruffly traditional father. (For once, 3D technology added a layer of meaning, rather than merely subtracting pounds from parents' pockets.) Two films down the line, and with the franchise established and the budgets swelling, that space has come under threat. "We have dragons, lots and lots of dragons!," squawks our still-boyish hero Hiccup (again voiced by Jay Baruchel) as he flies into his hometown of Berk early on in How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World. Lots of dragonriders, too (the supporting voice cast has swelled); also lots and lots of the soaring, swooping spectacle that is assumed to sell 21st century matinee tickets, and which often gets between us and a lasting emotional connection with a film's pixels. One promising sign is the streak of self-awareness running through the writing (a Cowellian holdover, or genuine Hollywood invention?). When a wearied Hiccup sighs "It does seem as if the whole world knows about us now," it has the ring of a film talking to itself, of creatives pondering the pitfalls lying in wait as these characters finally set out for the wiggle room of the title. What next? Where now? How can a third film in a series surprise, move and excite us?

Well, Toothless has started skylarking with a ladydragon, one of many subplots set running over a brisk 95 minutes; in a comic highpoint, he will be Cyrano de Bergeracked through courtship rituals by Hiccup, himself under pressure to commit to his beloved. In short, there is a good deal going on in The Hidden World, both in terms of the dragons and their Viking handlers, and the minor miracle of Dean DeBlois' film is that it finds roundly satisfying means of resolving it all. Even among the tumult of plot and audience-pleasing spectacle, DeBlois makes room for moments of quiet beauty: a lovers' reunion on a cliff at sundown, a wordless ballet between Toothless and his dragon sweetheart, the artistry invariably heightened by John Powell's gorgeous symphonic score. The lighting in one confrontation between Hiccup and dragonhunter Grimmel is so dramatic we barely need anyone to speak; it could serve as both a lesson for and rebuke of less committed animation houses. Pixar suffered a (non-terminal, but noticeable) decline in quality control after owners Disney pressured their animators to industrialise what had previously been an artisanal process and double their yearly output. DreamWorks, it strikes me, have gone in the opposite direction: ramping down their production schedule has freed DeBlois's hopefully merry workers to polish these frames (Roger Deakins was brought on board as a visual consultant) and build these characters and relationships, such that when The Hidden World soars, it does so in the best, Spielbergian sense, where narrative and spectacle intertwine. (That the hidden world in question is first accessed unknowingly by two lovers circling one another is a flat-out beautiful story idea, matched here, as elsewhere, by exemplary design.) The affecting picture-book simplicity of the first film may be behind this series - it's top-dollar commercial animation we're looking at nowadays, storyboarded for an ever more competitive market - but The Hidden World has been programmed to last, with genuine flashes of excellence.

(July 2021)

How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World is available on DVD through Universal, and available to rent via Prime Video.

Just a girl: "Clueless" at 30


Clueless
 reaches 30, though this is plainly a film that will forever be 1995: so 1995 that one character is caught panicking at losing his Cranberries CD, so 1995 that its celebrity reference points are Cindy Crawford and Marky Mark, so 1995 that the girls go to the mall to catch "the new Christian Slater", so 1995 that it features that "Shake Some Action" song that might conceivably have also been on the soundtrack of Empire Records or Reality Bites. It's not that the studios have stopped chasing the teen dollar in the intervening decades, but American movies were once, much like the general population, optimistic about the future our kids were growing into; our movie executives, meanwhile, were once literate enough to see the pop-cultural value in staging a high-school variation on Jane Austen's Emma, or at least smart enough to get the jokes in Amy Heckerling's well-turned script. Without Heckerling updating the classical idiom to fin-de-siècle Beverly Hills, there would be no Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet and everything that followed from that; Julia Stiles owes a substantial part of her early career (10 Things I Hate About You, Hamlet, O) to this one text. But let's not overlook what Heckerling the director did on these sets with this particular, unlikely combination of players, matched as perfectly one of Cher Horowitz's outfits.

Folks have been given pause to consider why Alicia Silverstone - as Cher - couldn't fully convert this breakthrough role into sustained stardom, but then this is the kind of role actors rarely get twice in a career: the faux-sophisticate who learns her most valuable lessons outside of class. (Silverstone's knowingly slangy narration is at odds with the vulnerability captured in close-ups, but she also knows where every single one of the laughs are.) More perplexing is why Heckerling couldn't - or wasn't allowed to - reach these heights again. (Especially with Fast Times at Ridgemont High already in her back pocket.) A few rough edges here suggest the presence of deleted scenes or alternate cuts: I still think the dastardly Elton (Jeremy Sisto) is introduced as Cher's boyfriend, which isn't the case. (One revelation on this rewatch: how many red flags the boys in this movie send up. Even Paul Rudd's notionally dreamy stepbrother Josh, who responds to Cher's sincere inquiry about how she can improve the world with a sneery "Sterilisation?") But they're surpassed by deft comic touches: Tai (Brittany Murphy) rouses from moshpit-derived unconsciousness only to boop her head on a low-hanging light. One issue was that the American teen movie was heading into choppier postmodern waters: Scream, Final Destination and Mean Girls, where the characters' flaws would be punished rather than forgiven. (Heckerling did, however, direct a run of glorious episodes for the generally wonderful, underrated Amazon series Red Oaks.) It's pure serendipity that Clueless returns to cinemas in the week of F1, with its own Nineties throwback vibes - but lest anyone need further reasons to revisit an earlier era's robust and nourishing pop culture: check the colossal proportions of the Snickers bar Heckerling's camera notes in passing on the two math teachers' table. Everything's funsized nowadays, which is barely any fun at all.

Clueless returns to cinemas nationwide from today.