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Zero Dark Thirty (2012)
Bigelow's Masterpiece?
Zero Dark Thrity is the new movie from Hurt Locker director Kathryn Bigelow who has enjoyed a rich and varied career to date which will surely be swamped under the weight of opinion lumped on this picture. She is a highly adept film-maker and the aforementioned Hurt Locker might just be the finest example of a war movie since Apocalypse Now and Full Metal Jacket. Zero Dark Thirty is a different beast altogether. It is a fact-based account of the events leading up to the killing of Osama Bin Laden. Its a touchy subject which is largely handled with great care and aplomb by the cast and film-makers. Thats not to say the movie is perfect, its actually far from it.
The movie is talky without being overly analytical or detailed. I learned nothing from the 157 minute runtime that i couldn't find out in 20 minutes on the web, but maybe that's the point. The word chronicle is often bounded around when talking about Zero Dark Thirty. Chronicle is defined as 'A factual written account of important or historical events in the order of their occurrence' and thats precisely what the film is and not a touch more. There is no meat offered to the viewer by way of engaging character or story development, indeed, the film is mostly an anti-cinematic experience aside from the last 20 or so minutes.
An interesting counter point is the popular 'Homeland' show which also charts a driven female CIA agent as she tracks a known and dangerous terrorist. Its true that both works have completely different end-games but it is interesting to note just how far removed the two are. Homeland is purely for entertainment purposes and Zero Dark Thirty strives to be factual and relevant. I would argue that Zero Dark Thirty could have never won over every critic and begs the question, can you really expect to make a piece of solid entertainment about tracking and killing Osama Bin Laden? The answer is no. They would have been surely lambasted for glorifying a potentially inflammatory event (please see Oliver Stone's dreadful 'World Trade Center'). Therefore, we are left with this glossy, extremely well made, pseudo-documentary which is never particularly involving or like-able.
Also with all due respect, Chastain can count herself very lucky to have just been nominated for best actress. She was surely a shoe-in for the Oscar nod for just turning up here as the film lends itself, due to its 'factual' nature, to receiving the adoration of the academy. Her performance, much like the film, barely exists but to prop up and relay the events. She cries when people die and she is cast iron in the face of a male dominated, scary world but she is barely a character in her own right. People aren't talking about Maya's dominance of the screen, they are talking about the half-truisms of the events themselves. I'm not asking for any meaningful superfluous back story or exposition but i wanted to see her out of the situation, if just for a few minutes. As an audience we need to know the characters aside from them telling us what is going to happen in the movie. Don't get me wrong, Chastain does nothing wrong here, its more a problem with the writing or maybe just with the style of movie they were trying to make here that breaks her for me. Another interesting counter-point is Ben Affleck's excellent Argo. Here we have a movie based on some pretty harrowing true events but its handled with a cinematic eye. Affleck takes some liberties with the truth in Argo but what he does make is a piece of cinema that excites the audience, involves you in the picture and the characters completely and most importantly stays with you after the fact. I felt nothing at Zero Dark Thirty's conclusion, even when watching Chastain cry, i didn't appreciate the action or care. I didn't feel anything for her character, i knew her about as well as i did Osama Bin Laden (movie equivalent of course).
I think my main problem was with the point of the whole exercise. Its a film that sits on the fence, never glorifies or revels nor does it offer any comment or insight. So what then was the point? Do we really live in a world where is it necessary to make a film about every important event in history? How is this any different to watching a fluffy news story? Do we really need attractive people on the silver screen for people to give a sh*t about whats going on in the world? I hope not.
All of that being said, Zero Dark Thirty is never an exercise in patience, it rumbles along at a steady pace and if all your looking for is a chronicle of events post 9/11 you'll find a lot to be interested in. I just cant shake the question, what was the point?
Django Unchained (2012)
A masterclass in pulp cinema.
Django Unchained isn't Tarantino's most consistent work nor is it his best, it is however, still a truly great spectacle.
The film initially focuses on Dr Schultz (Waltz) who is a skilled and charismatic bounty hunter. The good doctor soon enlists the help of a hopeless slave called Django (Foxx) who crucially can identify conclusively the men currently on Schultz's kill list. Shultz who is sympathetic to the black slaves of the deep south despite his own morally corrupt profession, soon sees the potential and merit in having Django around. Then the focus shifts as we learn that Django has been separated from his wife and the odd pair endeavour to rescue her from a plantation run by the eccentric and possibly psychotic Candie (DiCaprio).
I'll start by stating the obvious, Tarantino is a Cinephile. This often works to his advantage but every so often its a hindrance, Django represents a good case to highlight this. Django's opening two acts are very strong, focusing on character and setting, providing us with a rich and inviting world that is equal parts grim and hilarious. However, much like Tarantino's more recent efforts Inglorious Basterds and Kill Bill, Django suffers from an odd and inconsistent tone. When the film is funny, it is very funny. When it is sad, it is truly heartbreaking (see all of the numerous torture scenes). However, when the shoot-outs and action began, by and large i switched off. The violence here is campy (as are most of the performances) but there is an odd cinematic grandiosity that simply isn't present in much of the rest of the film. It is strange to focus so much on character and development to dispel it so whimsically with a series spurts and loud bangs. Its mainly the last act that is afflicted with this problem, bullets fly and blood is spilt but the films bite and feeling gets lost in the mêlée. Django himself soon becomes a caricature, he becomes the movie equivalent of what his character sets out to be at the start of the movie and this is a shame. Thus, the last 45 minutes is shade too light and throwaway, seemingly at odds with the world Tarantino painted with his first hour and 45 minutes.
The above being said the film is still masterfully crafted. Everything from the tawdry vernacular (i wont comment on the rights and wrongs use of the N word), to the costume design right through to the performances are simply sublime. Waltz, Foxx and DiCaprio are all great as the various shades of humanity on parade but its Waltz who again steals the show. His charming, effervescent musings mixed with his unwavering empathy make Schultz a force of nature from his brash entrance to his heroic exit in the film. All of the Tarantino-isms are present, the fluid use of time, witty villainous monologuing, extreme violence and an expert use of cinema language. Tarantino shuffles his deck like few can and once again shows why he is a true original. Most films struggle to nail down one mode or tone and Tarantino valiantly tries (with varying success) to juggle a plethora of moods with an intelligence and arrogance few can match. Case in point is the films tongue in cheek seriousness, even in the face of Django's vengeful retribution the film isn't afraid to jolt straight back into farce with the wink of an eye.
It might be a little long for some and it could have been wrapped up more cleanly but hey, thats just not the Tarantino way. I think a more straight forward, more succinct ending would have been more effective than the one offered here but Tarantino is much more comfortable being subversive and revelling is his ever colouful, lovingly created pastiches.
So in short, this is an often great but ultimately solid piece of cinema and yet another interesting chapter in the already bulging book of Quentin Tarantino.
This Is 40 (2012)
This is 40 is self indulgent, silly and only occasionally funny.
Just like its characters This is 40 is witless and empty. Mann and Rudd are portrayed as a loveless, incompatible couple stuck together by their bratty kids. This makes it difficult to invest in any kind of meaningful conclusion to the film. Why should they stay together? What do they have in common? Why should i care? They just seem to fixate on sex and suppressed violence. When the couple aren't swearing or talking crudely about sex, they have nothing to say and neither does the film. It struck me just how childish the whole thing is/was, the film seems to be written by and played by mindless adolescents obviously still high on saying the F word and talking about tits. A love letter to Appatows wife this surely isn't...
However, the films main problem is its just too long, scenes dither and meander which ultimately detracts from any possible cinematic weight or substance. The film also sets up some fairly large problems that it doesn't resolve, such as the kids and their attitude, are we to assume they are just f*cked up and that's it? That just because they're parents stopped having sex and watched each other shitting that they are irreparably damaged? The kids aren't ever sympathetic or sad, they're written as ungrateful brats. Also, there is no resolution to their financial woes and it seems to exist solely in a shoddy attempt to stay relevant with the current economic climate and to make the childish humour seem more grown up and meaningful. In the end, we are left to assume that they will just sell the house and everything will be fine. Fat bloody chance.
Around the 45 minute mark the film seems to want to introduce a plot but much like its ADD characters it gets ignored for the want of more cock jokes and ill conceived blow job scenes. We learn that someone is stealing from the shop that Mann's character now runs and that Rudd is a failing record company owner. It's odd then that these are the weakest moments of the film, Rudd's lifeless music industry monologue and Mann's sit down confrontations with her colleagues are as blunt as they are awkwardly conceived.
The 'people' in the movie are annoying and whiny instead of being well written and honest. It's true that you don't have to necessarily like everyone in the movies but you should at least care whether they are OK at the films conclusion. Stuff gets said by the various 'adults' but nothing ever changes or progresses, we just get the same scene over and over.
Someone said previously that Appatow is the Cassavetes of the R-rated comedy and if that were true he would surely strike a better balance between the two worlds. Rather than knocking over the proverbial stools Apatow prefers to p*ss and sh*t on them. Like previously stated the supposed rawness or honesty of the film takes the form of crude sexual references or uncomfortable admittance. Cassavettes would have at the very least given us actual character development and weight amidst his patented free-form murk.
Kevin Smith's Apatow-lite Zack and Miri is STILL the best example of this type of R-rated comedy movie despite its box office flopping. Its main difference is its embrace of cinematic convention. It isn't the work of somebody that likes brazenly painting his family life on screen, its the work of someone who enjoys other peoples films and film itself. Zack And Miri manages to be equal parts foul and likable (although i accept that its not wholly successful).
Finally, I have no doubt that there is a perfectly funny, rather astute 90min movie itching to get out of this fatty 134min sludge of a film. But then again thats precisely the point, rather than make a movie other people might enjoy, Apatow made a home movie and nobody likes watching those.
A crying shame.
Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows (2011)
Inane.
Peppered with enough pointless slow mo and colourful explosions to keep most people happy Sherlock Holmes 2 is bloated and direction-less. It just about flirts with a vague and familiar plot involving an evil genius and a possible world war but never quite embraces it properly and fully. The film also manages to skip any meaningful character and story progression by virtue of a succession of languid expository sequences and monologues. Furthermore, it fails to engage or involve the audience as its overtly 'clever' central characters have to constantly remind us what is going on and more importantly, why we should care. The trick with this kind of movie is to show us the intellectual merit of our characters but to always let the audience be smarter, it has to be this way otherwise there is no connection, no cinematic symbiosis.
It is too easy to lambaste the film for not holding true to the source material, so i wont do that here but it is important to note that the film is astonishingly short on mystery or indeed, any interesting ideas. Instead we get so-called 'clever' disguises, whimsical plotting and an overwhelming sludge of absurdity more akin to that of a Tom Cruise era Mission Impossible film.
Finally, Guy Ritchie continues to be director of interest although this is not always due to the importance or success of his films. Indeed, he seems to have a few ideas up his sleeves but sadly gleams too much delight from showing us the same ones over and over again from project to project. How is the fighting between Sherlock and his faceless baddies here any different to Brad Pitt's bare knuckle forays in Snatch? Also, how long can we endure the Tarantino-lite, pseudo-intellectual rumblings of his central characters who seem intent on talking around the films hollow plotting with puffed up similes and mindless metaphors.
Anyways, this all results in the movie being a mildly watchable piece of cinematic pap.
ParaNorman (2012)
uneven but bags of fun!
Paranorman tells the tale of Norman, who is afflicted with the strange 'power' of being able to see and talk to the dead. His local town is one full of legends and curses and with the help of a few semi-friends Norman is the only who can save it from a (not so) wicked witch.
Paranorman isn't quite a kiddie film. Sure, kids will enjoy the animation and a few of the more obvious physical jokes but the subject matter and tone of the film is a little too grown up. Lacking in Pixars fun and joviality Paranorman skirts off piste much like its well meaning but odd central character. Some kids wont get of the more subtle jokes or references (itchy weiners and the music) and i still find it strange that they made a kids film about zombies!
I had the same feeling watching Monster House a couple of years back. Much like Paranorman, Monster House is bags of fun and its message is one that i really appreciate but i felt that it didn't need to be as grimmly told.
Taken 2 (2012)
Dreadful.
Taken was a rare movie that somehow captured the hearts and minds of the cinema masses without being particularly good. Taken 2 is much worse. Its like the grey-scale version of the first film, there is no plot, no direction and it has a amazingly juvenile script. Its hard to believe any adult human beings were involved in making this movie.
Don't get me wrong, Liam Neeson is by all accounts a good actor but I've rarely seen a performance of such disconnect and disinterest. All he does here is punch and mope. Neeson's Mills is barely a character aside from his mumbled, failed, half cocked one liners. Also, Famke Janssen presents one of the single most insultingly bad performances i've seen in modern times. I found it hard to sympathise with anyone in the film, everyone is so unlikeable and stupid. Watching Maggie Grace prance around in her knickers throwing grenades and drawing circles was also dreadfully misplaced and laughable.
There are a few non sensical, Hollywood moments too, such as sinister terrorists using flimsy plastic ties to try and hold a dangerous 'spy'. Or when Neeson drives through the American embassy blockade for no other reason than to see some bullets fly and to re-affirm the notion that he will never ever be hurt. The movie also seems to be heavily edited at choice moments of violence; this was surely to secure the coveted 12a rating helping the movie to be seen by as many adoring juveniles as possible. A good example of this is in the films rushed ending where a few kills happen without defining shots or sound-effects which was ironically more painful to watch. We have seen this trend before especially with the more enjoyable Die Hard 4 in which lines were clearly re-dubbed and violence was trimmed needlessly.
The fighting and action should be the saving grace but its difficult to follow and uneventful at best. There are so many better movies that have done this very thing much better, so why bother? It tries its hardest to look exactly like and to be as exciting as The Bourne Movies but fails miserably on both counts.
This movie is a complete and utter failure.
V/H/S (2012)
hit and miss.
Horror collections are always a mixed bag and VHS is no exception. The central conceit is simple and effective, a group of hideous out of control losers are tasked with stealing a solitary VHS tape from a strange house. When in the strange house they find a dead man with a serious VHS collection. The group then start to play various tapes to find the 'right' one and yep you guessed it, the segments are split by these very tapes.
The movie starts and ends with its strongest pieces. The first two sections, 'Amatuer Night' and 'Second Honeymoon' offer scares and shocks in varying ways. 'Amatuer Night' is a exercise in disgust, we start out by watching pervy men as they try witlessly to get into womens underwear although this time they pick the wrong girl (cue the thunder). There are several more 'human' shocking moments before the true horror starts, with the girl exploding supernaturally into life. Its effective without ever being truly inspired but thats the breadth of the genre in a nutshell. The shorter run time of these segments also ensures that the viewer still appreciates the 'handheld' mise en scene by the conclusion of the piece.
'Second Honeymoon' employs a much different tack and features Ti West's penchant for playing with human interaction and expectation. Here we watch as a couple fumble through a long distance trip, they seem a little off kilter and dread slowly seeps into the frame. Whilst they are asleep we witness an unnerving night time intrusion, this is easily the most effective sequence in the entire movie, our couple blissfully unaware of their danger. The segment bubbles to its shocking conclusion, leaving the audience with a myriad of questions.
The movie ends with '10/31/98' which is easily the most 'fun' segment. Here we follow another band of typical American losers as they unwittingly uncover some serious supernatural goings on behind the shiny suburban streets of middle America. Yeah sure its nothing i haven't seen a million times before and done much better (the section has more than a whiff of Suspiria about it)but its well executed and is helped by the previous two segments lack of cohesion and quality. Its also fun watching the initial 'is this a real haunted house?' act the guys pull when the first arrive in the empty, creepy house as they assume that they have stumbled onto a elaborate house party.
So onto the mid-section. 'Strange Thing Happened To Emily' is initially fun and full of promise. It is rather innovative as its all communicated through Skype, so we watch a guy as he talks to his girlfriend about her supposedly haunted house. The problem with the section is clearly the ending, it follows a much more of a 'Twilight Zone' path than the other sections and has a ball kicker of an ending. A lot of people will be taken by the gross out horror of the final reel but to me it seemed slightly odd and unsatisfying. Also, there are just too many questions and too many coincidences but then again maybe that was the point. For me, it just didn't work.
'Tuesday the 17th' is pretty appalling for a multitude of reasons. Numero uno has to be the characters, where the f*ck do these people exist? So unlikeable, so stupid and so brain numbingly one dimensional. With a central conceit which is so slight, i should at least care about these guys and gals but they were so shallow, so familiar and so stupid. Secondly, who let a 4yr old write the screenplay (if there was one?), too much of it just doesn't make sense. Like what was the point of this segment? Why did the girl go back after her initial encounter with this monster? Are these people really friends? Why was the guy/monster in the forest in the first place? Why was he wearing that lovely red bandanna? I guess there is always going to one complete hack in every deck but this short takes the biscuit. Last but not least, the direction in this piece is dreadful. Even down to the kills which should form the basis of a piece like this but they are lazily CGI'd in post production. This obviously was to try and paint over the fact that this guy has no bloody clue how to shoot a scene that doesn't involve a pair of tits. Also, what was he thinking with the killer? Why does the camera start to falter every time he is around? What a crappy narrative device, 'I know what to do! when the main plot device is on screen i'll make it so we cant see him properly cause that surely wont annoy anyone...' no thanks. It has no beats, no structure and most importantly no merit.
SO, it may not have Trick R Treats subversive streak or Tales From The Crypts ingenuity but it does have some genuinely shocking moments and for that i applaud the relevant film-makers but sadly they are too few and far between to merit repeat viewings. Average at best.
The Cabin in the Woods (2011)
subversive but unsatisfying.
A group of witless teens travel for a weekend out in the woods, only to find that they are being hunted and killed by a malevolent evil which might not be all that it seems.
It is a difficult line to tread, to both intellectually engage your audience whilst ultimately giving them what they want. Meta-horror has experienced a checkered and relatively unsuccessful life since Wes Craven re-opened the box with New Nightmare. Subsequently, we have been treated to such delights as Scream, Behind The Mask, Trick R Treat but for every (relatively) successful movie we have had to sit through dirge like 'The Cabin In The Woods'. Its a movie that seems to revel in thought of its clued in audience pointing and laughing, picking up its silly and needless references to better movies. It forgoes any weight and intensity to firmly pat its own back. Its a movie that seems to forget about the genre its poking fun at, whereas the best meta-horror (or self aware horror movies) are the ones that can equally scare and pick apart. Behind The Mask is a good example of a movie that shatters the veneer of the slasher movie whilst actually being a great slasher movie.
OK, the central premise is quite enjoyable and well conceived but the screenplay it has sprung is lifeless and uninspired. The writing is subversive and hokey to a fault for example, the scene in which the twisted hill-billy is on speaker-phone serves only to break the film entirely and is insultingly mis-placed. I liked the idea of the 'directors' changing the characters to fit the mould of a horror movie but it was done too obviously. Maybe this idea (or its execution) would have worked much better as a short film or even as a mini series. Indeed, it seems that the humour and some of the ideas are lifted straight from Whedons other creations such as Buffy and Angel. Within that format there is much more scope to be inflammatory or tonally subversive as you can just pick up the normal story arc next week (the musical episode in Buffy is perhaps the best representation of this). I think in cinema this has to be more subtle or cleverer or else you alienate your audience. By the end of the picture, i didn't care one sh*t for either character or what was going to happen to the world if the cinematic tropes weren't fulfilled, i was just praying for the curtains to roll.
It is clear then that 'The Cabin In The Woods' left me cold. It wasn't overtly funny enough nor was it innovative in its scares to warrant its tidy billing and after all is said and done, it was just another good idea chopped up and left for dead.
[Rec]³: Génesis (2012)
brave but flawed.
This is a crying shame. There were nice subtle differences between the first two films (namely the more religious, spiritual overtones of the 2nd) but this stretches the 'shake up' concept too far. The movie is tonally uneven (St. George!) and for the most part uninteresting (do we really need to see this story again?). The switch into cinema mode was momentarily exciting and inspired but it quickly gave way to horrifically mis-conceived set pieces and unlikeable bland characters. Its main problem is the subversive comedic elements which only serve to distance the film from its original intention which is surely to excite and ultimately scare. It has none of the guts and balls that made the first two so watchable, here its replaced by listless characters and hammy dialogue.
The first two are not game-changers by any stretch of the imagination but they are at the very least arresting and consistent, this is toss. avoid.
Real Steel (2011)
A rusted mess.
Just like its hero, Real Steel is all heart. Its glossy, twee, well shot but sadly all too mechanical. Just like Super 8 before it, the film suffers from an odd focus on a saccharine set of characters, who when in the midst of the fantastical dangers of the films plotting still seem all too concerned with their own social dynamics and shattered family histories.
I felt no sympathy for Hugh Jackman, who was likable and believable, as the film seems to champion the notion that sometimes we aren't good enough and that we should just give up. There seems to be a natural order at work, that the people with all the money will inevitably get what they want and that this is ultimately right. Case in point, Jackmans offspring ends up with his wealthy aunt or that Jackman's 'everyman' robot eventually loses the title fight, one or the other would have sufficed. OK, with regards to the fight, it is almost a cliché in the sports movie that our hero should take the moral victory rather than to actually win but here it would have been much more fitting given the set up. If Jackman had won the final fight he would have exercised his previous boxing demons and proved to the kid that anything is possible. As it stands, the ending is flat and depressing.
The CGI is fine but i still feel disconnected from CGI heavy action. I felt similar disconnection when watching Transformers, i don't want to watch rubbery CG robots throwing each other about, i might as well stay in and watch someone else play their Playstation.
Also, the film has an odd and uneven tone. It seems to be a kids movie that rides the ropes of a very adult genre. There are character clichés here that kids wont understand and that subsequently get lost the rich tones of the films thick veneer. The films opening 'bull fight' in retrospect seems flabby and without merit, a truer piece of cinema would have cut this and gone straight for the jugular. A useful reference point in this respect is the original Karate Kid, it follows a very familiar pattern but without all the bloat and needless melodrama. There is a rush and a zip to the Karate Kid that seems to have been lost in modern cinema especially those movies catered toward kids. Children don't need 4 scenes reiterating an emotional beat, 'REAL STEEL' could have been a really enjoyable 95 minute romp instead its limp and fatty. It is a common mistake by the Spielberg endorsed film-making crew, length seems to be a substitute for weight.
All that said, i would rather watch a well made piece of tosh than a poorly executed average movie. The cast are all fine, with Jackman continuing to impress as he juggles being handsome, likable and even menacing when needs must, its a shame he has to waste his time on toss like this.
Six Feet Under (2001)
American Dreams
Season One.
The show centres around a dysfunctional family as they struggle to run an independent funeral home. After the death of the patriarch the family struggle to redefine the roles both in the society and within the family unit.
With the growing popularity in American TV we have been force fed a myriad of different clichés and caricatures masquerading as valid humanistic character types. Six Feet under goes to great lengths to obliterate and poke fun at these recent tropes and successfully creates a weird but grounded hyper real world. We watch as David (Michael C Hall) struggles with his faith and its impact on his homosexuality. We watch as Nate (Peter Krause) finally settles down with what seems to be the girl of his dreams. The almost obligatory teenage daughter character (Lauren Ambrose) here constantly fights the societal norms of her turgid, vapid high school. Lastly, we see the widowed mother of the family struggle to deal with her ever diminishing control over her family whilst trying juggle two new men in her life. There are various other plot lines which bleed into the central, anchored melodrama which help give the show a bustling and busy feel keeping the action and characters fresh throughout the 13 episode season.
Six Feet Under is a potentially divisive programme. It may superficially have the zip and kooky music which you would usually find in an episode of 'Desperate Housewives' but it is brazen and brash with its dealings with the human elements of its plotting. Here homosexuality is outed, proud and true. We see the gay characters interact properly, as if it were not just a novel plot weapon or a statement. Its refreshing to see such honesty on screen. Also, the shows deals intelligently with mental illness. We see it in its various guises and forms. Nate's new love has a past filled with psychiatric assessments and tests which have left her hardened and sceptical. Her brother is the shows main focus with regards to mental illness, he floats in and out of episodes, his bi-polar condition is painted as both dangerous and humorous. This duality is what ultimately gives the situations their humanity, there is a constant dialogue with the viewer and their expectations. It never pulls the rug completely from under you but it does tease and threaten to do so.
The episodes themselves function on a simple but effective arc. at the start of each episode we watch the death of the person the family will tend to in the funeral home. The death then informs the lives of the family both emotionally and structurally. the most effective use of this structure is in 'The Trip' in which Rico, a talented funeral home worker has to prepare a 3 week old baby for a funeral viewing. For anyone this would be a harrowing experience but it is especially poignant for Rico who is expecting his second child any day. it is this cyclical inner logic that drives each vignette. This is oppositional to other successful TV shows like 'Breaking Bad' which opts for a much more roaming continuous story.
It would be impossible to write about the show without commenting on the acting. It seems (to me at least) that we have to schools on show here. Both Krause and Ambrose conduct themselves with a certain freedom that is both endearing and involving. Ambrose constantly crows and sighs in between freight train hyperbole, it never looks text book but its still equally as effective. Krause is much more refined but still practices the same formlessness, he is understated even when faced with the gravest of strife. The thing that makes his performance so good, is his reactionary choices. It is how most of us would react, and not just how he SHOULD react as a dramatic character.
Michael C Hall is fantastic also on the other side of the coin, both he and his mother both provide the more comedic elements as we revel in their plight. They play it more straight (excuse the pun) and the humour comes out of watching them play off the other family members. Halls uptight David is constantly preaching etiquette by day and hitting gay bar and taking drugs by night. The mother figure is trying to hold her family together in a difficult time, whilst gallivanting with two separate men in secret. There is so much fun to be had watching their performances here, they both just eat up every scene they are in.
It is no wonder then that we live in a time in which cinema receipts are ever dwindling (or so we are constantly told) because the spaces between those tent pole blockbusters that seemingly everyone goes to are being devoured by engrossing shows like this. We don't then have subject ourselves to the possible social horrors of the cinema when we can just as easily get as much bang for our buck at home. The shows are not constructed to 2 hour forays into a tried and tested world either, due to the amount of hours an average season runs for, the film makers can explore every facet of a character or idea instead of giving us a small window in which to peak through. Its is no longer about getting from A to B, hell, there might not even be a B, its about the people involved. This is somethings that Six Feet Under exploits so well in its first season, you really get a sense of the characters and story growing in front of your eyes. Its a much more organic process than film often is and i cannot wait to watch more.
Prometheus (2012)
Stupid, bloated and only midly entertaining.
Ridley Scott's much anticipated return to the sci fi genre is finally here and is likely along with a certain not so friendly neighbourhood bat, to prop up the summer box office. I must say however, that Prometheus is not a popcorn flick, it strives for the lofty heights of such sci fi fare as '2001: A Space Odessy' it rarely even approaches those heights.
Prometheus concerns a group of explorers who lead a expedition to find the origins of man. Two members of the expedition had recently unearthed clues relating to a distant cluster of planets in the furthest reaches of space and the crew set off to meet their maker(s). The plotting is lose and the narrative scope is massive. Ridley Scott as per usual fills the visual landscape with a tapestry of treats, feeding even the loneliest deserted landscapes with hidden mystery and encroaching dread. Its the films anima that struggles to surface, what is Scott's true intention? What is the whole point? The ship Prometheus isn't a prominent enough character for the film to be a chart of its lonely journey, so we are left with the shreds of emotion and hammy dialogue to which to pick any cinematic merit. I cant help but reference Roger Ebert and hark back to his sentiments regarding Scott's excellent 'Blade Runner' in which he says "It looks fabulous, it uses special effects to create a new world of its own, but it is thin in its human story." Here we have the same problem, we have a very human centric story but we get stiff and synthetic characters to feel it out. Unlike Alien or its sequel, Prometheus suffers from a humourless and flat crew, their looks are stern and the dialogue is cloaked but there is never any real pay off.
The writing is spotty and suffers from a hotch potch of ideas, it feels like a world was synthesised around a central idea and the script was secondary. The movie feels like one big theological Trojan horse but in eventuality its a cracked empty shell. Don't get me wrong, i was excited by the prospect of someone tackling the eternal question but to see it displayed so lazily is heartbreaking. Certain characters seem to be motivated by a historic sense of Hollywood logic, bad people do bad things for no apparent reason and (apparently) good scientists seem intent on forgoing actual science and reporting to satisfy their own illogical need for answers. There are more than a few trophy moments too, including a pointless 'love making scene' (which then leads to the films most insane sequence) and a heroic suicide which is completely out of the blue in terms of story and character. The film also follows a way too familiar pattern, it feels like you could almost run the movie adjacent to Alien and it would follow almost to the second its emotional beats. Sombre openings give way to discovery, discovery turns out to be very negative and things get very heavy very quickly. As a by-product of the writing, there are problems too with the acting, here we have a who's who of British (almost) talent and they sadly exist solely to toe the line. Idris Elba for example, does what he can with the role of 'Janek, The Captain' although his poor southern American accent is distracting and his character lacks meat and drive. He says meaningless things and acts exactly like every other captain on every sci fi ship we have ever seen since 'Star Wars'.
Its not all bad, the creature design (as to be expected) is absolutely breathtaking for the most part, particularly the 'human aliens' which are stunning with all their Greek mythological referencing. Its a shame then, that these creatures aren't given more time or weight, they seem powerful but rarely display it until the films hurried and confusing ending. The action set pieces are all vaguely familiar but none the less enjoyable although the 3D adds nothing and if anything, is ultimately a distraction. The final set piece involving the alien ship is memorable and genuinely exciting but nothing i haven't seen a thousand times before in a film with half the budget and media hype. Noomi Rapace and Michael Fassbender are good as the two main driving forces of the piece but eventually they suffer from an odd unlikeability. They are too defined by their mission and the movie and not as fully fleshed out characters outright. I felt that the movie would be an exercise in psychosis much like the enjoyable 'Moon' or dare i say it the now cult classic 'Event Horizon' but the film is more about the beautiful aesthetics and a strange new world. Its funny then to watch Scott make his own version of 'Avatar' where his ego and supposed eye take precedent over any meaningful story. Note also, the vague socio-political mumblings under the films decorative canvas which is never fully realised and thus completely wasted.
Promoetheus's main problem is its confused subject matter, here we have a film that can never answer its own question. Therefore, no cinematic satisfaction was ever going to be gleamed from the films finale, the film then seems to triumph the very human need to know how or why we came to be. The film seems to suggest that we may never know and it may cost our lives to find out but we must try, which is ultimately unsatisfying and frustrating. Within this framework then Scott could have still delivered a piece of cinema instead of falling blankly between two very disparate stools. Prometheus is never solidly an actionere nor is it clever enough to be 'A Space Odessy' or the like, it simply just exists, much like life on our planet, i guess.
Intruders (2011)
Intruders...
Intruders is a ambitious movie which masquerades as a simple low end horror movie. From the trailer we can discern that the film with its vague supernatural villain will continue the recent home invasion trend with cheap thrills and hazy mediocrity. Inturders aims much higher than this and it is difficult to measure the overall success of a movie that doesn't really fully reveal itself until the final reel. What i will say is that 'Intruders' is a rare breed of movie in so much as it hangs its entire runtime on the emotional catharsis at the films end.
The film concerns two different children from different parts of the world both experiencing the same harrowing nightmare concerning a faceless intruder. The films horror set pieces are effective enough although the initial scenes of 'hollow face' features some needless and ropey CGI. Tension is built well and it has a feel of a low rent Guillermo Del Torro movie which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The problems come with the ambiguity and repetition of the intrusions, exposition is hinted at but never realise until the aforementioned sumptuous final reel. This leaves the audience a little cold, sequences come and go with little or no sense or emotional credence given to them. The disparate locales are also confused until the reveal, the two separate stories trundle along with little or no attempt to link them other than obvious intruder element. It is fine to leave the audiences guessing and asking questions but this should not be to the detriment of the movie minute to minute. The voice overs and 'story' peppered throughout develop little and add even less, it does however give the film an odd ambiance that seems off kilter to the rest of the films grounded aesthetics.
Clive Owen is typically likable in the patriarchal role. He looks oddly relaxed and comfortable as the doting father and equally strong and menacing with the advent of the intrusions. I am a fan of a lot of Owen's work and he continues to pick out interesting if slightly flawed films and directors. Intruders wont be a landmark role for him but it wont do his cause any harm. Also, Juan Carlos Fresnadillo is director of great promise his work on the excellent 28 Weeks Later showcased his eye for effective set pieces and actor interaction both of which he employs here to lesser effect. I must say also that the editing is tight and effective, by the end of the movie you never feel cheated by the exposition and this is surely testament to the direction and editing.
As stated before the movie hinges on the last 20 minutes so if you can stick it up to that point you'll get a real kick out of the films ending. Therefore the film is a mixed bag, its never entirely successful as a horror movie nor is it entirely successful as a drama of dread and regret. But it is pleasing to see a film and a director who is prepared to be bold with his storytelling and someone who isn't afraid to make something a little offbeat and daring within a strict and lifeless genre.
Faces in the Crowd (2011)
Faceless in the Crowd.
Milla Jovovich has crafted a small niche for herself, making (moderately) successful little chillers for the non-discerning film fan, Faces In The Crowd might just be the perfect example of this. The film feels thin and cheap, it is appallingly written and despite a few neat visual tricks, shabbily directed.
The film concerns a woman (Milla Jovovich) who after a freak run in with a particularly tasteless and torrid serial killer is left with 'face-blindness' leaving her unable to recognise her closest friends and family let alone the killer who left her this way. Despite the obvious lunacy of the plotting, i was still hopeful the film could deliver some basic thrills and spills, a hope that was dashed around 25 minutes in. The film is far too contented to skirt along, the performances are so pedestrian and careless that by the quarter mark i didn't care either. How actors like Julian McMahon can look at themselves in the mirror after his work in this movie i will never ever be able to comprehend, but I'm sure his paycheck helps.
The film clumsily centres around Jovovich's character and her struggle with her new condition and thus for the most part the threat of the still 'on the loose' serial killer is largely sidelined. This nullifies much of the bite and emotional clout of the film and dumbs any intellectual thrills to simple displays of dramatic irony. As the killer is not addressed explicitly enough in terms of screen time the audience is left with only two options as to who the killer really is, thus the ending is painfully predictable. Also, it painful to watch a plethora of terrible plot devices unfurl without any hint of irony. For example, in the films unexciting finale we watch as a character spreads blood around his mouth allowing Jovovich finally to be able recognise him all because he had recently shaved his beard off which is just beyond appalling. The film is especially disappointing for someone of the relative talents of Jovovich who has recently proved that she can carry more mediocre and enjoyable fare such as 'The Fourth Kind' or 'A Perfect Getaway'.
I can hear the world say, what were you expecting? BUT we can no longer be content with such cinematic cannon fodder, there has to be a point where it is unacceptable to mass produce such cheap and cheerless tat. It seems that films such as this exist solely to provide average actors with work between more meaningful projects. Please avoid.
The Avengers (2012)
The Avengers!
I would like to preface any comments i have regarding this movie with a confession, i never thought The Avengers Assemble would ever happen. Even when Marvel started to weave the characters and films together (rather cock handedly i thought) i still felt it would be a step too far. The main problem (or so i thought) would be to balance the characters and actors. Indeed, the very thought of Robert Downey Jnr, Edward Norton (replaced here by the excellent Mark Ruffalo), Chris Evans and Samuel L Jackson in the same film is enough to melt even the hardened film fans little heart. This perceived problem is definitely the films major strength, the way Joss Whedon (finally getting his props) allows each character their space to shine whilst adhering to the 'confines' of the super group is exemplary. None of the team are ever neglected, no matter how varied or relative their strengths seem to be. The obvious odd men out here, Hawkeye and Black Widow, get just as much screen time both kicking ass and burping exposition as Stark or Banner do. Its this care and attention that gives the movie its weight, that even when we are watching a 20 minute slew of explosions and flying kicks, we are still pondering the fragile dynamics of the group.
The action sequences, although never particularly groundbreaking, are never the less brilliant. Probably the shining light is the emergence of the Hulk. The Hulk has had a checkered cinematic past and its nice to see him finally get the treatment he deserves. Firstly, we get the fragile, brilliant and a little kooky Dr Banner. We are inundated with references to his dangerous 'other self', which serves to amp up excitement for the eventual breakout of Banners monstrous alter ego. We really get a sense of how dangerous The Hulk is, everyone on the team seems all to aware of his power none more so than Banner himself. Watching The Hulk single handedly take down one of the larger shark-like alien spacecrafts was utterly beguiling and left me reeling with excitement. The bench mark for marrying visual effects and emotion in this type of movie was Spiderman 2, to my mind at least. It was the perfect balance between caring for Peter Parker and believing in the power of his alter ego. That's exactly what we get in spades here, whether its watching Thor whipping up a storm, Iron Man deploying his TnT or Captain America wielding his starry shield.
Another particular strength is the films humour. Since Batman Begins we have been told that movies have to be darker, edgier and more realistic and whilst i love Batman Begins (and its sequel) i am growing tired of the trend. Here we have a movie that is peppered with fragrant, wholesome humour. Most of this is supplied by everyones favourite smart arse Tony Stark, his witty one liners prop up some of the more lengthy expository scenes and give them a welcoming zip. Also present is Whedons own brand of silly visual comedy which he honed on Buffy The Vampire Slayer. A few scenes continue past the usual action or emotional beat to great comedic effect, for example, after watching Hulk and Thor beat on a few faceless baddies we watch as they recover, the scene should end there but Whedon has us stay around just long enough to see Hulk knock Thor across the room with a single punch. The moment is simple but so effective, it breaks up any monotony accumulated in the drawn out action sequences, breathing fresh air into the proceedings.
Everyone (without exception) comes out of the film with their heads held high, even Scarlett Johansson impressed me as the manipulative Russian spy (Black Widow) and that is something i never thought i would say. I hear the argument that all the actors represented here aren't doing anything taxing or game changing but no matter how frivolous the entertainment may be it still takes some craft to make the world believable. Its Mark Ruffalo that steals the show as the tetchy Bruce Banner. It might be down to the unique fact that we have seen a few incarnations of this particular character over the years and therefore have a solid reference point(s) in which to examine Ruffalo's performance. Its his awkwardness that is the key to this performance, we had always seen Bruce as a gifted but tortured soul. Here Ruffalo plays it smoother, we get a man who is seemingly confident, articulate but broken it seems then, that he is always one step from the Hulk (as he states a one point in the film). The Hulk element isn't portrayed so much as an accident (as in previous incarnations) but as a dangerous personality trait of Banner himself. This is a much more allegorical reading of the character and a much more intelligent one. It is far too easy to write him off as an experiment gone wrong and ditch him as such. Banner learns to control his inner demon and tries to follow the path of the righteous man, well, as much as he can anyway.
This film easily represents the most satisfying instalment of the super hero movie genre. That's not to say its the quintessential super hero movie, but its the most watchable and enjoyable movie of its kind. It doesn't have The Dark Knight's brooding intellect nor does it have Watchemens genre critique but what it does have is fun. I couldn't believe leaving the cinema that the film was a whopping 2hrs 20minutes long, this is testament to the scripts strength and the films charm and charisma. Judging by the films opening box office receipts, i don't think i need to urge anybody to go see this movie but if its simple, loud fun you want you absolutely, positively cant go wrong with The Avengers Assemble.
Akmareul boatda (2010)
Style and Substance Abuse.
Director Jee-Woon Kim has had a spotty career to date. His breakout, A Tale Of Two Sisters, was a muted, cruel and often confusing tale. It was a case of style over substance, a film that was to ignite the messages boards rather than the average film goers brain. His follow up however, A Bittersweet Life, was thrilling yarn, taking its ques from the coveted American styled thriller. The film concerns an 'enforcer' who is told to do the one job he wont do, obviously this doesn't make his boss very happy. Like i said we've seen this before but these thrillers set up their premise early and the fun is had watching our main character stumble over the finishing line. With 'I Saw The Devil' there is no such care taken, it sees the director plunge head first into the murky and depraved world of torture porn.
As an audience we should be asking ourselves what the point of given scene or character action is but the violence here is gratuitous and without merit. Even something as shallow as Saw (Darren Lynn Boussman) which arguably ushered in this new fad to the masses, has a (slightly) veiled point, that some people deserve to die because they don't know how to live. In one scene in I Saw The Devil, our 'hero' is told that 'revenge is for the American movies' it would seem then the notion has been processed for all its hyper real absurdity but still the film makers are intent to make us watch the senseless breaking of limbs and bludgeoning. Just while we are on the point of the bludgeoning (of which there are many), why are these characters still alive after 30 blows to the head with a metal pipe? The answer seems to be so we can have a nice little coincidental expository scene or indeed so the person can be tortured further for our (dis)pleasure.
Firstly, the idea of redemption through revenge is one that doesn't sit with me at all. That's not to say i cant have fun watching it, films like Black Rain (Ridley Scott) set up the ensuing redemptive violence with care making the idea of Michael Douglas's impending bloody revenge more appealing. Or take Oldboy for example, with Oldboy, the fun of the revenge is in the complexity of the web spun in its honour. We get nothing here except for the death of his wife (who just happens to be pregnant) and this is surely enough right? Well, no its not. I need to care about the characters first, so i therefore feel for them, if anything further happens to them whether it be directly or indirectly. But that's what the film deals in, actions. Our hero never verbalises his anger, he just acts this leads to a disconnect from him. This fact coupled with the over use of the films killer (Min-Sik Choi) gives the film an uneasy weight toward the dealings of the killer, the film revels in his depravity. Its almost like watching one of the vacuous major horror franchises in which the killer is the main star and the audience come to watch him work. By the end of the movie, i didn't care whether the killer was punished or not, rightly or wrongly. There was nothing holding the movie together, people cried but there is no emotion, this movie is completely soulless. A good juxtaposition to this is The Chaser. The Chaser walks similar lines, we have a depraved serial killer and the man who stop at nothing to exact bloody revenge. The difference here being that the incentive for the hero is not just to kill or maim the bad guy, which is completely uninteresting, our hero learns that there are more important things in the world other than his nihilism. Neither men here have anything real to live for, they are both as bad as each other. Watching as Byung-Hun Lee bludgeons suspected serial killers is not fun, its just wrong.
If you want morally murky then Joe Carnahan' s excellent Narc is a fantastic example of good person doing terrible things, under extreme circumstances. In that film, Ray Liotta goes to illegal lengths to gain a conviction and tough justice on the criminal underworld after his partner dies. We really get a sense of character in the film, and you really get a feel for Liotta's choices, however wrong they might be. So what we end up watching isn't nasty or irrelevant, its heartbreaking.
I honestly couldn't help but be appalled by this movie. I didn't want to be, i don't want to be the killjoy. i saw nothing in this movie that justified its 2hrs 20minute runtime and I'm a person that likes to try and take positives out of negatives. I think that the vast majority that will see this movie will be looking for the torture porn elements or just because they heard how 'bad' it is and for that, they will enjoy it. Those who, like me, were looking for something with abit more meat (forgive the pun), something a little more in the vein of A Bittersweet Life, Oldboy or The Chaser, i would strongly recommend staying away from this tripe.
The Next Three Days (2010)
The Next Three Days is a thriller of the highest quality.
Director Paul Haggis has carved out a cosy little niche for himself crafting sublime hyper real melodramas for the discerning film fan. Here he spins a yarn so outlandish that its run time should be filled with superfluous explosions and dim witted one liners; needless to say it isn't. Russell Crowe again plays the reliable everyman and when his beloved wife is accused of murder his resolve is tested as he sets out to first prove her innocence and then to break her out of prison.
The films tone is decidedly muted despite the obvious brashness of the plotting, a fact that gives the film most of its weight. We watch Crowe as he struggles internally with his predicament instead of running or shooting through it. As trite as it sounds, The Next Three Days is an old school thriller. Crowe's performance reminded me of Glenn Fords commanding Det. Sgt. Dave Bannion from the magical 1953 film The Big Heat. Here he has Bannion's quiet and restrained violence, there are a few moments when Crowe threatens to lose his cool and blow the whole darn plot wide open but he doesn't, he knows what's best.
The ambiguity of his wifes guilt is treated with intelligence as Haggis is well aware that there is much more fun to be had from watching Crowe rescue a woman that may actually be guilty than to retread familiar the ropes. Also, this adds to the connection we feel to Crowe as he never questions his wifes innocence, this not because Crowe believes her to be angelic but simply because he loves her and it makes complete sense to fight for that, rightly or wrongly. In one of the films stronger moments we watch as Russell Crowe's John Brennan toys with his students and the audience as he bleeds 'Could it be about how rational thought destroys your soul? Could it be about the triumph of irrationality and the power that is in that?' Here Brennan lays his anima for all to see and plants parallels between the film and the topic of the classroom discussion, Don Quixote.
One of the films shortcomings is one that has been a defining feature of Hollywood since its inception. It's the idea of star power with specific regards to recent fads in Hollywood 'leading' women. Here the presently popular Elizabeth Banks plays the pivotal role of Crowes accused wife. Just to be clear, I don't think that Banks will ever have the acting chops to be able to pull off the nuanced performance required here. Don't get me wrong I think she is fine, but you get the feeling it's never quite as subtle and engaging as it could be. Here Banks plays it safe, when the screenplay calls for her to be sweet and endearing then she is just that and visa versa when she needs to be the villain of the piece. What is needed is an emotional thread tying the various moods and modes to a single character or idea. A superb example of this is Charlize Theron's performance in 'Young Adult' whilst it is not entirely successful film; you really get a sense that you're watching an actual person on screen rather than a cinematic by-product, her character could just pop off the screen and walk around quite (un)happily. Banks just goes right for the cinematic version of her character, the one that she grew up watching and admiring. Obviously then with a string of recognisable roles behind her; Banks seems to have been chosen more for bums on seats rather than her acting ability. I have exactly the same feelings when watching Cameron Diaz prance around in the much maligned 'Gangs Of New York' it feels more like a producers choice rather than an artistic one.
The Next Three Days is a rare breed, a film that manages to be both thoughtful and exciting, to be seemingly both high and low art simultaneously. It is a praise usually saved for Christopher Nolan and his particular brand of blockbuster but I wont waste my time comparing the various merits of both directors. However, I will say that it continues to be refreshing to see someone who is intent on making something which is equal parts emotionally/anthropologically engaging as it is cinematic and thrilling.
7.3 out of 10.
Love & Other Drugs (2010)
Tiresome.
Love and Other Drugs is in a word, confused.
Its a film that doesn't quite know what it is. Is it a film about the ever expanding morally murky world of pharmacuticals? or is it a re-run of the much tried and very tested love through adversity schtick? if i'm honest i don't think either story presented here is particularly engaging or interesting but if Zwick were to have focused on just one maybe the movie would have been at least bearable.
I must say that Hathaway does the best she can with what she is given here and is believable as a trodden artist cum parkinsons suffer. She handles the superficially complex duality of her character with aplomb allowing herself to be both (seemingly) care free and independent whilst always relying or needing the attentions/affections of a suitably shallow male here played by Jake Gyllenhaal. Just to be clear, Gyllenhaal will never be an actor of substance, he is too defined by his odd mannerisms and his strange, intriguing looks. Here Gyllenhaal re-treads the familiar Tom Cruise, Matthew MacCournehey styled cock sure alpha male, who is of course always slightly more fractured than his bravado would have us believe. Like previously stated, its all a little tired.
Probably the most tiresome element of the film is the regularity of the 'sex'. Since the re-emergence of R-rated comedies we have been peppered with crude references to hyper real sexual situations but this definitely the most insulting example of the trend. Here sex is used to make the film seem more adult and grown up, when in reality the way the screenplay treats the 'real' elements of the plot is superfulous and superficial. The sex is never a plot device nor does it aid us in getting to know the characters, its just something that happens like when a car blows up in an action movie and our hero doesn't even react to it as he walks away. Therefore, the disease is never disected or respected nor is it ever used a serious tool. It does however feel more like a desperate and basic attempt to make Hathaway more likable and therefore by association Gyllenhaal if only because he sticks around and still wants to have sex with her. The parrallel between Gyllenhaals job and Hathaways disease should the movies emotional anchor but instead its ignored as we watch them fool around. I do understand that they are both ignoring the elephant in the room as it were, but here it feels laboured and shallow and not grown up and challenging.
Finally, i am not someone who cant enjoy the simple pleasures of these types of film. If you were to ask me, i would champion movies like Friends With Benefits which somehow manages to both syrupy and racy which is surely down to two fun-loving leads and a neat and tidy screenplay. I would even reference something like Knocked Up for a movie that walks a similarly 'adult' path with more regular levels of success. Its a shame then to watch a film with such talent behind it (Zwick is/was full of promise, Hathaway is by all acounts a good actress) become something that is just so full of nothingness and boring nevermind unfunny.
Crap.
Red State (2011)
Jesus Christ.
Bloated, misled, ham fisted, excessive tripe. How someone could make something so blunt and laughable from such horrifying subject matter is completely beyond me. Smith has missed the point of what makes this topic so troubling and instead made a hot headed, wordy mess.
As people have previously stated Michael Parks is OK as the insane, gun toting leader of the church, his Tarantino style ramblings are never quite coherent or interesting but none the less well performed. Sadly the usually relaible John Goodman is horribly miscast as a generic, well meaning but pressured FBI agent, his performance often borders on parody. But the real problem here is clearly the writing. Smith, who prides himself on being a storyteller has crafted a screenplay so full of hyperbolic bile you rarely have time to think about the reality of the situations both cinematically and in everyday life. The film would have been better served taking its ques from the actual events both with the much maligned Westboro baptist church and the horrific Jonestown massacre. Had he done this he would've surely made something that would have been at the very least engaging, instead of this pretentious inflammatory nonsense. These days thats what Smith is all about, creating a smoke screen to mask his inadequacies as a filmmaker. Here he substitutes substance for guns, emotion for swearing and social comment for cheap and nasty thrills.
Utter crap!