Monthly Archive for October, 2006

Review: The Wind That Shakes the Barley and more …

The Wind That Shakes the Barley posterVeteran British director Ken Loach has been responsible for some of the finest, and most important, films of the last 40 years. From Cathy Come Home in 1966 and Kes in 1969 to modern classics like Riff-Raff in 1990, Loach has often been the conscience of a British film industry unable or unwilling to use it’s power for political ends. A rare diversion from the kitchen sink, The Wind That Shakes the Barley features Loach’s customary humanist concern for the little person along with a vigorous intellectual regard for the political realities and unrealities of the period.

We’re in Ireland in 1920 and the IRA insurgency is at its height. The British Army (many of whom are still traumatised by their experiences in the trenches of France) is forced to use increasingly barbaric tactics to try and maintain order. The Republicans themselves are split between those who simply want to eject the Brits and others who see an opportunity for a greater political transformation, the overthrow of the landlord classes and the creation of a Worker’s Republic. The soulful eyes of Cillian Murphy as doctor turned freedom-fighter Damien eloquently express the pain of a conflict that brutalises all involved. The Wind That Shakes the Barley is an outstanding film and the parallels with an ugly occupation going on in our own time are impossible to ignore.

Fast Food Nation posterThe latest entry in the seemingly endless “Hell in a Handcart Festival” proving so popular among the namby-pamby, wishy-washy, shilly-shallyers among us is Richard Linklater’s Fast Food Nation. It is a fictionalised version of the best-selling (non-fiction) book by Eric Schlosser which lifted the lid the on ugly industrial truth about the processed food industry. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really work as drama because, unlike Loach, Linklater cares more about ticking his political boxes than he does about his characters. And besides, we know it’s a less than ideal situation but surely it’s worse for the cows.

Friends With Money posterA screen acting masterclass (or should that be ‘mistress-class’ considering who we are talking about) is available in Friends With Money, Nicole Holofcener’s follow-up to the lovely and amazing Lovely & Amazing from 2001. Catherine Keener, Frances McDormand and Joan Cusack are sensational and Jennifer Aniston more than holds her own alongside this heavy-hitting bunch. She’s really good. A highly recommended modern comedy of manners.

The Grudge 2 posterI held out no great hopes for The Grudge 2 as the original Japanese version couldn’t keep me awake when I watched it on DVD last year and sure enough there are a few shocks but no surprises. Amber Tamblyn takes on the role of bewildered American this time around, investigating the mysterious death of sister Sarah Michelle Gellar from the first film (US version, keep up). The repetition of the same gag over and over again wasn’t enough for me, nor for the restless little punks playing up at the front of the cinema.

Beowulf & Grendel posterBeowulf & Grendel is a surprise package from Iceland (via Canada): an earthy re-telling of the epic Scandinavian poem from the days when men had enough time between battles to plait their beards. A familarity with the source material is not necessary as story rattles along pretty well but the range of accents on offer mean that some concentration is required to get the best of the dialogue. The DVD presentation is murky during the low-light scenes but vivid in the daylight and the performances are enthusiastically rustic. More fun than a bucket of herring.

Printed in Wellington’s Capital Times on Wednesday 1 November, 2006.

Nature of Conflict: The Wind That Shakes the Barley is also playing at Auckland’s Academy Cinema, whose web site I designed and maintain. I thang you.

Sobriety and stupidity

Vanity Fair (Tom & Katie)So today marks the 41st day since I last had a drink and it is kind of reassuring to note that my capacity to do stupid things remains undiminished by sobriety. Like last night, for example, setting the alarm on my mobile phone so I wouldn’t miss Friends With Money at the Penthouse but forgetting to turn the ringer on so it would actually make a noise. I was saved by the vibrate function on the bedside table but there would have been hell to pay if I’d missed my film: in order to see everything that comes out each week, and still fulfill my obligations to Downstage and family, my diary has a military precision to it that brooks no interference.

Yesterday I also managed to lose the bag that contained my notes from The Wind That Shakes the Barley as well as the Tom Cruise-Katie Holmes Vanity Fair which I had almost finished reading. Luckily there are no further casualties but it was a good bag and it will take a while to find an equivalent at the same price (i.e free).

Review: The Devil Wears Prada and more …

The Devil Wears Prada posterWhen I took this gig I knew there would come a time when I would be asked to review a film for which I was completely unqualified. What I didn’t realise was that the moment would come so soon. The Devil may well wear Prada but this reviewer wears Hallensteins and names like Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik could be shoe designers for all I know.

Idealistic young journalism graduate Andy Sachs (irritatingly squeaky-voiced Anne Hathaway) gets a job as 2nd Assistant to Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep), editor-in-chief of Runway magazine hoping to parlay the position into a job as a crusading social issues reporter at the New Yorker. She soon finds out that fetching scarves from Hermés and slop from Starbucks is not actually journalism though it does approximate it in prestige. The Devil Wears Prada floats comfortably above mediocrity thanks to the exceedingly witty script, nice observations and a performance out of the very top drawer from Streep. It’s worth seeing for her alone.

Gridiron Gang posterGridiron Gang is the true story of an innovative programme in the California youth penal system in the early 90’s where young gang-bangers were given the opportunity to learn teamwork and respect for each other by taking part the local high school football competition. Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson is appealing as the visionary young prison officer and coach who turns the kids around and there’s some salt mixed in with all the saccharine to make the film an effective, if predictable, inspire-athon.

The Guardian posterIn The Guardian, a big wet tongue kiss to the US Coast Guard, Kevin Costner and Ashton Kutcher battle it out for the title of Captain Smug with Kutcher winning by a length: he really does that have that rare quality that makes you want to give him a slap whenever he appears. It’s not un-entertaining, and the opening and closing set-pieces have a thrill or two about them, but I can’t help believing I left a little piece of my soul behind there in Readings Cinema 5 last Saturday afternoon.

Renaissance posterRenaissance is a one of those new-fangled motion-captured animation things, part-financed from cinema powerhouse Luxembourg, set in Paris in 2054 where a mysterious corporate entity is trying to steal the secret of eternal life. The high-contrast black and white cinematography is stylish and bold but lights up the white walls of the Brooks cinema at The Paramount like a dental surgery and new-Bond Daniel Craig was surely taking the piss when he cashed the cheque for his somnambulant English voice-work.

C.R.A.Z.Y. posterA satisfying antidote to all that tosh can be found in the Canadian coming-of-age drama C.R.A.Z.Y. which tells the story of a working-class Quebec family, specifically the, er, sensitive middle son Zach. It’s episodic and goes off in some odd directions but in the end is quite lovely.

Who Killed The Electric Car? posterI can also recommend Who Killed The Electric Car?, a high-quality new entry in the fashionable eco-doc genre, even though I am a loyal “Top Gear” viewer who drives his 3 litre European car from Newtown to Courtenay Place if it even looks like rain. I don’t know how I sleep at night, I really don’t.

Printed in Wellington’s Capital Times on Wednesday 25 October, 2006.