Saturday, 10 September 2022

"Brahmāstra Part One: Shiva" (Guardian 09/09/22)


Brahmāstra Part One: Shiva
***

Dir: Ayan Mukherji. With: Ranbir Kapoor, Alia Bhatt, Amitabh Bachchan, Mouni Roy. 165 mins. Cert: 12A

Amid a woeful 2022, this feels like the Hindi mainstream’s last roll of the dice, and a return to first storytelling principles. A mythologically inclined franchise-starter modelled on the MCU’s money-printing early phases, it’s backed by über-producer Karan Johar, directed by selective crowdpleaser Ayan Mukherji (2013’s Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani) and staffed by front-rank faces. Whether it can reunite never-more-divided audiences remains to be seen, but it’s far from the worst idea Mumbai has had of late, exhibiting appreciable degrees of craft, care and skill.

As is often the case in Bollywood, megastar Shah Rukh Khan sets the bar, turning somersaults in a housecoat and striking the right note of elastic levity in the prologue – albeit as the kind of franchise-martyr fated to go no further than prologues. Thereafter, the torch of righteousness passes to pin-up Ranbir Kapoor as EDM-blasting DJ Shiva, clueless modern scion of a long-secret society, obliged to save the world from Mouni Roy’s striking old-school villainess while solving the mysteries of his lineage and wooing rich girl Isha (Alia Bhatt).

Mukherji’s biggest achievement is getting this latter relationship to flourish unconditionally, Kapoor and Bhatt counting among the precious few real-life couples with palpable onscreen chemistry. She gives him class; he becomes touchingly humble before cinema’s most responsive young actress; and – voilà – we get something real and cherishable to cling to as the universe around this pair explodes in gouts of fantastical FX.

As that implies, the film eventually assumes the familiar shape of the pixelated beat-‘em-up, with Amitabh Bachchan outgrowling Patrick Stewart as a guru overseeing a Himalayan training camp. Yet the emphasis on light as a special power banishes the murkiness of certain Marvel and DC dispatches. Mukherji brings a peppy, wide-eyed spirit to the superhero-movie model, adorning tried-and-tested arcs and beats with workable Pritam songs, ravishing colours and gorgeous people. History suggests there are less effective ways of drawing a crowd come Friday night.

Brahmāstra Part One: Shiva is now playing in cinemas nationwide.

Thursday, 8 September 2022

"Tad the Lost Explorer and the Curse of the Mummy" (Guardian 07/09/22)


Tad the Lost Explorer and the Curse of the Mummy
 **

Dir: Enrique Gato. Animation with the voices of: Trevor White, Alex Kelly, Joseph Balderrama. 90 mins. Cert: U

Here is the third entry in a series of modestly budgeted, surprisingly profitable Spanish digimations, shrewdly placed at the end of the summer holidays to capitalise on any waning of interest in Minions and Super-Pets. Parents present for the long haul will have witnessed two stories unfolding, primarily how hapless Chicago bricklayer Tad Stones (dubbed by Kerry Shale first time round, and since by Trevor White) realised his dream of becoming a globetrotting Indiana Jones-like archaeologist. 

The second story, however, is more intriguing: a pronounced narrowing of the gap between those American powerhouses who set the digimated bar and the upstart European studios who boosted their rendering capacity as those erstwhile market leaders began cutting corners. Tad’s sweetheart Sara (Alex Kelly) may possess such a market-stall Disney look you fear legal intervention, but elsewhere this third instalment’s attention to lighting sources indicates many long hours of poring over laptops. Only middling writing lets it down, lacking both the conceptual heft and the quality and quantity of gags we associate with Pixar at their best. 

As the title suggests, we’re following the Howard Carter route this time out, leaving behind the most promising comic idea, namely Tad’s chaotic flatshare with Mummy (Joseph Balderrama), an actual, altogether hyper-caffeinated mummy. (Even here, lame references to dabbing and social media represent an already dated idea of What Kids Like.) 

Still, the pair’s subsequent, standard-issue, 200mph quest for some curse-lifting doodad sporadically tosses up inventive and dynamic design in its wake: lots of secret doors, artefacts and hieroglyphs to puzzle over, and a fun midfilm chase along the Seine involving a motorised bathtub and an odd-landing Notre Dame joke. (Too soon, surely.) Never more than inessential screenfiller, but agreeably jolly with it – partly as it does have some idea of how to fill a screen.

Tad the Lost Explorer and the Curse of the Mummy opens in cinemas nationwide tomorrow.

Wednesday, 7 September 2022

"The Drowning of Arthur Braxton" (Guardian 05/09/22)


The Drowning of Arthur Braxton
**

Dir: Luke Cutforth. With: James Tarpey, Johnny Vegas, Rebecca Hanssen, Sophie Wright. 102 mins. Cert: 12

Sheffield-based YouTuber Luke Cutforth here ventures into – that dread phrase – long-form content, with a thin slip of YA fantasy (drawn from Caroline Smailes’ novel) about a humiliated schoolboy retrieved from the brink of self-sacrifice. Cutforth visibly knows his way around a camera, which isn’t always the case at the industry’s lower-budget end; with cinematographer Josh Winslade, he makes atmospheric use of his primary location – Manchester’s Victoria Baths, recast as an abandoned spa. Yet his pacing proves sluggish, and his adaptation broadly unpersuasive: a fifth-former’s creative writing assignment, with clunky exposition and potential elements of autobiography that elicit sporadic cringes.

Cutforth has engineered one noteworthy casting coup. We know young Arthur (James Tarpey) has it bad because he’s being raised by Johnny Vegas, welded into a La-Z-Boy and essentially reviving the character Johnny Vegas was before multiple caravanning misadventures repositioned him as a national treasure. The director’s relative youth (he was 21 while filming) means we should probably defer to his insight on the ways of school corridors: snickering cruelties paused for Cats auditions, teachers pushing packed lunches at those left behind. Yet the film’s heart is in the sanctuary Arthur finds at the pool, populated as it is by a sprightly selkie (Rebecca Hanssen) with an insatiable curiosity about human life.

Hanssen – a.k.a. Mrs. Cutforth – is a striking and affecting presence, but the character feels very Manic Pixie Dream Girl (Sub-Aqua Division), her batted eyelashes deployed to rejuvenate a sensitive boy’s battered self-belief. Nothing about Tarpey’s performance quite merits such fascination, alas, and the script gets muddled trying to explain who’s who in this limbo. Promising in bits and pieces, not least for suggesting the next wave of imagemakers aren’t afraid of openly emotive gestures. (A late father-son heart-to-heart is sweetly handled.) Still, Cutforth’s paddling in the shallow end for now: more life experience – and a few more resources – can only help his cause. 

The Drowning of Arthur Braxton is now streaming via Prime Video.

Saturday, 3 September 2022

For what it's worth...




Top 10 films at the UK box office (for the weekend of August 26-28, 2022):

1 (new) André Rieu's 2022 Maastricht Summer Concert (U)
2 (new) Beast (15)
3 (3) DC League of Super-Pets (PG)
4 (2) Bullet Train (15)
5 (1) Nope (15) ***
6 (4Minions: The Rise of Gru (U)
7 (7) Top Gun: Maverick (12A) ****
8 (8) Elvis (12A) **
9 (9) Thor: Love and Thunder (12A) **

(source: BFI)

My top five:
1. E.T.: The Extra Terrestrial - 40th Anniversary [above]
3. Fall
5. Nope


DVD/Blu-Ray/Download top ten: 

1 (new) Top Gun: Maverick (12) ****
2 (1) Downton Abbey: A New Era (PG)
3 (8) Top Gun (12) ***
4 (2) Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (12)
5 (3) Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (PG)
6 (5) Sing 2 (U)
7 (4) The Batman (15) ***
8 (new) Top Gun Double Pack (12) ****
9 (new) Dog Soldiers (15) ***
10 (16) Uncharted (12)


My top five: 
1. Memoria


Top five films on terrestrial TV this week:
1. Dances with Wolves (Sunday, five, 3.30pm)
2. The Remains of the Day (Friday, BBC2, 2.15pm)
3. The Sisters Brothers (Monday, BBC2, 11.15pm)
4. The Martian (Saturday, C4, 10pm)
5. The Incredibles (Sunday, BBC1, 3.50pm)

High anxiety: "Fall"


It can now only be a matter of weeks before James Cameron, in the service of promoting the upcoming
Avatar 2 (and more precisely in the service of the box-office for the monumentally expensive Avatar 2), begins once more to make the case for the primacy of 3D to the cinema experience. (If only because it will add at least the illusion of depth to an American cinema that generally appears incapable of real depth.) The new B-movie Fall is by no means in the Cameron league, and it's going for something slightly different anyway - it's going for height, stranding two over-confident adrenalin junkies at the very top of a 2,000-ft TV mast - but it amply demonstrates that it's still possible to render effects, spectacle, thrills and spills on a fraction of the budget, and with no more dimensions than two to play with. Like most successful/functional multiplex options of the past few years, Scott Mann's film is a throwback to former glories, reminding this viewer of the Renny Harlin-directed Sly Stallone vehicle Cliffhanger, an artefact from a time when such projects were routinely framed as major movie events rather than mere screenfiller. Once again, we get the establishing trauma (a husband plummeting to his death from a cliff face), the long climb back to something like standard practice, and then the jawdropping destabilising incident, in this case the sudden and unanticipated withdrawal of the ladder that got our heroines up the tower in the first place. Thereafter, they - and we - are invited to sit steady, strap in, hold on, and look down only when they (and we) can bear to.

If his film represents a largely mechanical exercise, Mann at least shows a keen interest in the mechanics. You spot as much early on, from the wicked cutaway as the girls - grief-stricken widow Becky (Grace Caroline Currey) and perky pocket rocket Hunter (Virginia Gardner) - first set foot on the rusting ladder, revealing the overburdened guy rope holding some part of the tower in place; then again from the knowing close-ups of nuts and bolts that don't seem as secure as we might all want them to be. (Worse is promised when they eventually slip loose, plummeting to the ground at a lethal rate of knots.) We might only be reassured if the girls' highwire act were flagrant fakery - if it carried an air of blue or green screen, if the long drop beneath them had been visibly patched in during postproduction. One or two overhead shots betray the odd stray pixel here and there, certainly - and we're aware that a movie with this limited a budget would be unlikely to afford the insurance premiums attached to shooting two actresses in actual mid-air. Yet it's also clear that some substantial part of Fall was shot by sending a camera and a hardy cameraman - likely the cinematographer billed only as MacGregor, casting first name to the wind - up a tall, exposed structure, the better to take an altogether too leisurely look around. When the worst happens - and the ladder shears away with a colossal crash and bang, leaving the girls stranded on a manhole-sized observation platform with night and vultures coming in - the film becomes a very different, arguably more interesting proposition. First it switches into problem-solving mode along 127 Hours lines (the durability of these cellphone batteries may be a sticking point for some), then into relationship drama, as something comes out at a moment you probably wouldn't want your best-kept secret to come out in. It is, like, totally awks for a bit, and then the full gravity of this situation kicks in, forcing a renewed commitment to getting back down alive.

With my climbers' hat on - hard hat, naturally, with integral chinstrap - I feel obliged to note that neither Currey nor Gardner quite possesses the upper-body musculature to entirely persuade in the scenes of perilously heavy lifting; indeed, the latter's most prominent physical attribute is her Wonderbra-assisted cleavage, a choice Hunter makes for optimum selfie likes and Mann approves for a few extra B-movie points. (It's an extension of that old-and-dubious Steve Martin gag about putting women on pedestals making it easier to see up their skirts; this camera recognises it also makes it far easier to look down ladies' tops from certain angles. It is a Mann film, after all.) Yet these actresses convince both in their individual dishevelment and the ebbs and flows of their friendship. If there's a major flaw, it's that for a film about two people stuck at the top of a telecommunications tower in the middle of nowhere, it feels narratively overstuffed: consider the final act, which takes a (wrong) turn in the direction of the Shyamalanian before getting back on course with a brilliant-daft moment of catharsis involving one of those vultures. Something starker and more existential might have been more memorable, ultimately, but then you could equally argue these wild and wayward deviations are what we want from our B-movies, being the cinema's own imps of the perverse. For this viewer, the real pleasure of Fall lay in witnessing a multiplex option with this (pardon the inevitable pun) heightened level of spatial clarity. Mann draws one long, thin vertical line down the centre of the screen, gawps up at it from below, peers down at certain death from above, and then whispers get a load of that in our increasingly unbalanced ear. Why overcomplicate it so, Jimmy C?

Fall is now playing in cinemas nationwide.

"It Snows in Benidorm" (Guardian 02/09/22)


It Snows in Benidorm
(15) **

Dir: Isabel Coixet. With: Timothy Spall, Sarita Choudhury, Carmen Machi, Ana Torrent. 117 mins.

Once a festival fixture, the Catalan writer-director Isabel Coixet has seen her star wane over recent years. Her latest presents as a post-Brexit olive branch, reminding us Brits that unspoilt sea, sand and self-improvement is only ever a few rebuilt bridges away. Yet it progresses with such eccentricity it seems unlikely to reverse anybody’s trajectory.

An especially downtrodden Timothy Spall is Peter, wearied finance drone and keen meteorology buff whose small, palpably lonely life – measured out in nightly ginger snaps – faces redirection after his brother disappears in the titular resort. Stranding this cold fish in sunnier climes, Coixet’s aiming for life-affirming. What follows ends up closer to frown-inducing, with patience-trying just round the corner.

Somewhere in here, there’s the germ of a workable idea: reclaiming the party-central destination as a place of sun-bleached mystery and potential reinvention. After a gruelling prologue in a drably unrepresentative Manchester, the film begins to breathe a little easier overseas, Jean-Claude Larrieu’s camera navigating the ratruns of funpubs to sporadically alight upon stunning backdrops.

Yet what’s upfront is forever stilted and unconvincing. Delight in seeing a filmmaker express sincere interest in the historically sidelined Sarita Choudhury is immediately cancelled out by puzzlement at what she’s doing on Spall’s balcony – and why she’s set to performing an erotic cabaret act for pensioners who patently wouldn’t be in the audience of an erotic cabaret act.

Spall soldiers on regardless, burrowing further into his recessive character, tending a bluff Northern brogue and trying to sublimate Coixet’s airier ideas. Yet his gift – for conveying a lot with a little – is squandered on a script this on-the-nose; he can but listen as police chief Carmen Machi informs him people are boxes that need opening.

Pushing its luck at two hours, it eventually collapses in a heap of such symbolism, barely unpacking its own missing-persons intrigue. Nice views en route, but it’s a tale scribbled in haste on the back of a postcard.

It Snows in Benidorm is now playing in selected cinemas.

Friday, 26 August 2022

For what it's worth...




Top 10 films at the UK box office (for the weekend of August 19-21, 2022):

1 (1) Nope (15) ***
2 (2) Bullet Train (15)
3 (3) DC League of Super-Pets (PG)
4 (4Minions: The Rise of Gru (U)
5 (new) Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero (12A)
7 (8) Top Gun: Maverick (12A) ****
8 (6) Elvis (12A) **
9 (5) Thor: Love and Thunder (12A) **
10 (new) Orphan: First Kill (15)

(source: BFI)

My top five:
2. Nope
3. The Harder They Come


DVD/Blu-Ray/Download top ten: 

1 (3) Downton Abbey: A New Era (PG)
2 (2) Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (12)
3 (1) Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (PG)
4 (5) The Batman (15) ***
5 (12) Sing 2 (U)
6 (new) Downton Abbey Double Pack (PG)
7 (8) The Lost City (12)
8 (15) Top Gun (12) ***
10 (4) Grease (PG) ****


My top five: 
1. Memoria


Top five films on terrestrial TV this week:
1. North by Northwest (Saturday, BBC2, 1.45pm)
2. Gladiator (Sunday, ITV, 10.20pm) 
3. The Queen (Tuesday, ITV, 8pm)
4. Monos [above] (Bank Holiday Monday, C4, 1am)
5. X-Men Origins: Wolverine (Saturday, five, 12.40am)