“This Is The Fight Of Our Lives” Avengers: Endgame Review

How do you end a 22-movie franchise? How do you satisfy millions of fans, critics and audiences with a single movie? If you fail, you fail incredibly, irreversibly badly. If Endgame, the last film of the ‘Infinity Saga’ were to be a failure, god forbid an average or even a bad film, that would certainly be the end of directors Anthony and Joe Russo. Endgame was always set to make a stupid amount of money, but how do you craft a truly great, culturally relevant film?

I don’t have the answer to that, but the Russo brothers might, since Endgame is undeniably a good, even great film. Set with an almost impossible task, the Russos come out soaring. Thank goodness for that.

Set after the events of Infinity War, Endgame sees our heroes struggling with the new normal without their friends and allies. The beauty of IW was that Thanos did have a point and the purple Mad Titan truly believed what he was doing was for the greater good. Well, it’s not a spoiler to say it backfired, big time. Earth is in ruin, cars abandoned, buildings collapsed and everything is eerily quiet. No one is happy and the remaining Avengers are set on bringing their friends back. But how?

If you haven’t seen Endgame yet and wish to see it completely unspoiled, I advise to turn back now. I will not be discussing major plotpoints, but I do wish to review the film in full and it’s incredibly difficult to decide what is a spoiler now.

You have been warned.

Endgame is a very particular film. It’s sole purpose it to bring closure to some of the several narratives the franchise has covered over their over 10-year run. And it does magnificently. It manages to handle all it’s characters with grace and give them their dues. Especially Hawkeye, a character played to perfection by Jeremy renner but never really awarded any big moments, gets a big chunk of screentime.

While Infinity War, one of the biggest and baddest blockbusters of all time, starst to crumble after a few watches, Endgame is the slower and more satisfying of the two. IW of course suffers from the fact that the characters dusted at the end were always destined to come back. It’s easy to complain that the stakes aren’t as high when you know they’ll all return but I would argue that made the stakes even higher. Endgame is very much the end of the Avengers as we knew them. We know Spidey and Black Panther would return, but at what cost? How does it impact Steve or Tony?

The Russo brothers have always been gifted at directing action. Their setpieces are exciting and full of adrenaline, but they’ve always missed the spark Joss Whedon brought to the films. The easy banter between characters, the way the actors bounced off each other in scenes. While the duo still struggle with the funny bits, they’re a little over-written, they seem to have picked up a few things. Endgame takes it’s time with the characters, devoting as much time to internal dynamics and character relationships as it does to big scale battles.

Endgame is nothing short of a masterpiece. Seriously, I mean that. It might not compete in the same category as films like Roma, 12 Years A Slave or Citizen Kane (which I dislike by the way), but it’s certainly a masterpiece in it’s own genre. For Marvel Cinematic Universe, Endgame is finally the film that balances CGI, emotion and narrative in a satisfying way. It sets a new example for all comic book films to come; this is what you want your film compared to, this is what you should strive for. It allows the actors to do something new with their already worn characters and let’s them breathe new life into them.

Most importantly, Endgame is satisfactory to the fans. It’s easy to call it fan service and maybe it is, but it doesn’t make Endgame a bad film. It delivers breathtaking action and some truly great gags and is never short of emotion. It might try to pull on those heartstrings a little too heavy, but this is the end of a journey not just for the Avengers but the young fans. With Iron Man debuting in 2008, a lot of people have literally grown up with these characters. It’s simply not fair to dismiss their heartbreak over Endgame because the stakes are much higher for them than for a lot of us. We should embrace that, because how amazing must it be to grow up with superheroes and then be awarded with a film like Endgame. I don’t know about you, but I envy that.

The film isn’t perfect. The time travel defis logic at times. If you really start to look at the undeniably sweet and emotional ending, not everything makes sense, but Endgame still delivers as a film that acts as an end of an era. The question becomes how much you’re willing to forgive? Is it more important for you to have a nice, neat ending or a logical superhero film? It would have been nice if  Endgame made more sense, if it didn’t sweep some of its’ issues under the rug, but it’s hard to deny the sheer ambition and skill the Russos have brought into the film. It’s a film that has something for everyone, but will be enjoyed the most by die-hard fans. Regardless, Endgame might be a blockbuster event film like we’ve never seen before and more importantly, it’s at the very least a decent film.

So there you have it! What did you think of this monster of a movie? Loved it, hated it? Let me know!

Stay excellent!






Review: Pet Sematary (2019)

How old were you when you learned about death? I mean, really had to come to terms with it. Maybe you lost a loved one, grandparent or maybe a pet. Mortality, the end of a life cycle is incomprehensible to kids, because they have barely come to terms with their own consciousness and what it means to be alive, to exist.

Stephen King is the master of horror; his novels and stories deal with the most difficult aspects of our lives and Pet Sematary is no exception. Questions of life and death, coming to terms with death and dealing with loss are central themes to this harrowing tale. It also features some of the creepiest kids ever. Who doesn’t hate a toddler with a scalpel?

It’s Alive

Pet Sematary focuses on the Creed family, who move from a big city to the small town of Ludlow, Maine. Adults Louis and Mary are your typical all-American parents, and kids Ellie and Gage are cute and well-behaved. When Ellie’s cat Church is run over and Louis wants to spare her from the bad news, friendly neighbour Jud shows him a burial ground that has the power to bring back the dead.

I don’t think I have to say any more on the plot, we all know where this is going. Pet Sematary might be King’s most haunting and dark novel, one that deals with grief and loss in nightmarish ways, revealing the terrible effects grief can have on us and just how far we are willing to go to save us from more pain.

Pet Sematary is a strange beast. It’s not a bad film per se, it’s just full of unfilled potential. There are moments of greatness, glimpses of a better film, but it all gets lost in clichés and all too familiar jumpscares. Pet Sematary is so average it almost hurts, especially since it makes some improvements on the source material. If the film had committed to the premise and stuck to its guns, it would have had the potential to be one of the best King adaptations, because it’s smart enough to bring new layers and nuances to the story.

Cheap Scares

As spoiled by the trailers, this adaptation swaps the eventual child victim from the toddler Gage to the 9-year-old Ellie. And it’s genuinely a great twist, which would have been a treat, if it wasn’t spoiled by marketing. While a murderous toddler is terrifying and the stuff of nightmares, there is something even more sinister about a dead child who knows she’s dead. Ellie has questions about her own mortality before the fateful day, she’s at the age where one starts to understand that the condition of life is death.

After her return, she lies next to Louis in bed, all pale and a bit blueish, looking for confirmation that she is dead, already knowing the answer. It’s a chilling scene and I wish the film had used this setup better. Ellie’s awareness of her condition brings a whole different element to the film, but it’s wasted here, traded for cheap scares and kills.

The film takes its time to set things up for the tragedy. Much time is devoted for family relationships, Mary’s childhood trauma and Ellie’s sweet friendship with Jud. When tragedy finally hits and Ellie returns, the film switches on another gear and is over before you know it. There isn’t enough time for the grief Louis and Mary are forced to live through to sink in for the audience. A shot of Amy Seimetz crying or Jason Clarke’sone single tear simply doesn’t do. Compare this to the painstakingly physical way Toni Collette’s character reacted to the loss of a child in last year’s Hereditary. The new ending of Pet Sematary, while there’s much to chew on, seems rushed and doesn’t land. It all feels cheap, like you were fooled out of your money and feelings.

All this might make Pet Sematary seem like a bad film, and at times it truly is one. Yet, there are also scenes that showcase directors Kevin Kölsch and Dennis Widmyer’s talent. There are genuinely creepy moments and while the jumpscares might be overly familiar, they are almost always effective. There are surprising, shocking injections of gore, enough to keep it accessible for a large audience, but also enough to give the film a bit of an edge. The entire sequence of young Victor Pascow is haunting and downright scary, but the film never utilises the same type of brutality when it really needs it.

Pet Sematary is also a very literal film. We seem to be living some kind of horror renaissance where a bigger audience is attracted to horror stories. Some of the most popular and critically acclaimed ones, such as HereditaryIt FollowsThe Babadookand The Witch, deal with something much more abstract. There are demons and witches, some very literal evils, but the themes are always something deeper, something buried deep within ourselves.

Pet Sematary wears all its tricks up its sleeve; there is nothing surprising, nothing to keep you up at night. Its biggest strength is how relatable Louis’ decision is; wouldn’t we all do the same? It’s basic self-preservation, if we had the means we would spare ourselves from the greatest pain known. Our fear of death, the uncertainty of it, pushes us to desperate measures, and Pet Sematary acts as a warning example of how that could come back to bite us in the butt.

Pet Sematary; Re-animated or dead on arrival?

Pet Sematary might not be the film adaptation of Stephen King’s novel we had hoped for. It has some interesting new ideas, but it never quite reaches liftoff. Shame because the cast here do a fine job with their roles. It’s especially nice to see Amy Seimetz back on the big screen, even if the script treats her as nothing more than a hysterical woman, unable to overcome her trauma. Jason Clarke is reliable and believable as the tortured family man Louis, but there would have been potential for something more. As Ellie, Jeté Laurence is genuninely great, bringing much needed creepiness and sadness to her role.

Pet Sematary won’t be the worst horror film you see all year, but it also won’t be making appearances on anyone’s top 10 lists come the end of the year. The film lags badly in the middle, it almost becomes more of a dull drama, and it lacks the intensity to make it interesting and terrifying even when there aren’t kids on a killing spree.

This review appeared originally on Film Inquiry on April 8th, 2019. 

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my whole life” If Beale Street Could Talk Review

Ah, to be young and in love. The love represented in Barry Jenkins’ If Beale Street Could Talk is the kind of love we all dream of finding. The all-consuming, hungry and passionate love that doesn’t seem to know time or place. One would be considered lucky to find such love in life, or even just to experience through art. Unfortunately for our star-crossed lovers Tish and Fonny, love is forced to carry them through some awful, awful things and at the end, onequestion stands; is love always enough?

After Fonny is falsely accused of rape, the newly pregnant Tish has to find her own way in life as well as try to prove Fonny’s innocence. Innocence becomes a prominent theme in Beale Street, the loss of it and the sheer existence of it through a racial lense. As a black man, Fonny was more likely to be sentenced to jail than a white man. So what meaning does innocence have in an unjust world?

The film’s best scene is somewhere in the middle and features Brian Tyree Henry, who no one seems to be talking about and I can’t understand why, because this scene is pure dynamite. Like everything Barry Jenkins puts on screen, the scene between Fonny, Henry’s Daniel and Tish is lyrical and magnetic. It’s often hard to look away or even to blink because everything presented to us is the prettiest, most complete version of itself. Fonny runs into Daniel on the street and the two old friends decide to spend the afternoon together with a few beers and plenty of cigarettes. Fresh out of jail, Daniel recounts his harrowing experience, something that still hasn’t left him and probably never will. Fonny and Tish can only listen and hope nothing like this ever comes their way. The audience knows better, or worse really. We know Fonny will be locked up and forced to hear the news about Tish’s pregnancy through the glass of a cold government building cubicle. Henry’s haunted performance as Daniel threatens to steal the spotlight from the other actors and Jenkins forces us to examine race and innocence through Daniel’s experiences in a society that was never on his side.


KiKi Layne as Tish and Stephan James as Fonny star in Barry Jenkins’ IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK, an Annapurna Pictures release.

Jenkins pushes his camera close to his characters and we are forced to examine their faces and the hopes and dreams that are embedded in the fine lines and the occasional wrinkle. Often the faces are like vast, open oceans and it’s easy to get sucked into Jenkins’ world of constant symmetrical beauty. At its most devastating, the close ups become almost terrifying in their openess and raw honesty. We are not used to frames like this, there’s no hiding from Jenkins’ gaze. We’re used to quick cuts and fast moving cameras that spin around the objects. Jenkins is right to keep his camera still when looking at and into his characters. Their internal lives are communicated so clearly without a single line of dialogue, a sign of Jenkins’ skill as a visual storyteller.

Jenkins has lifted most of the dialogue from the source material, the classic James Baldwin novel. Not all of it works, not all the words fit the mouths of our fine young actors and the film feels heavy and stuffy at times. Both KiKi Layne and Stephan James do fine jobs, but it’s Regina King who stands out as the MVP of Beale Street. Her portrayl of a mama bear of sorts is the actress’ finest work to date. Never overdone, it’s a natural performance that’ll burrow through even the thickest of skins to move beyond words. King has a certain effortlessness to her, she makes her scenes flow easy and never appears calculated or forced.

If Beale Street Could Talk is Barry Jenkins’ second masterpiece after the acclaimed Moonlight. The film weighed down by its precessor’s succession. Beale Street never unlocks the same level of truth the more experimental Moonlight did, but it’s nonetheless a gem of a film. Beale Street is more accessible, more humble and easily digested. It’s lyrical, but underneath the romance there’s an angry heart beating at the centre of Beale Street. It’s rightfully pissed at the system, but within lies a great amount of hope, which is what we all need at times like these.


“I Don’t Know How to Help Him!” Beautiful Boy Review

Nic Sheff (played by various actors throughout the film, but by Timothée Chalamet in his adult years) is a teen who likes to experiment with drugs. Experimenting turns quickly into full on addiction to hard drugs and Nic’s father David (Steve Carell) rushes to help his son. A long journey into sobriety begins, full of ups and downs. Mainly downs.

Beautiful Boy played at LFF 2018 and it was set to be a real tearjerker. Not only A tearjerker, but THE tearjerker of the festival. It was also promised to be a quality film because anything that Timothée Chalamet does or touches, seems to turn into gold and Steve Carell hasn’t turned in a bad performance for years now. (Although I hear Welcome to Marwen might change this). It’s also based on the true story of father and son Sheff. So Beautiful Boy should be a hit, a touching and honest film filled with great performances.

Should have been.


I’m sorry to say that Beautiful Boy is not any of the things it seems to promise. It’s not exactly bad, but it’s average. So average it’s almost physically painful to watch a film that wastes this much potential. It’s unfocused and never digs deep enough into the themes it so carefully lays out in the first act.

The greatest shame here is that it never gains any perspective. It lacks the point of view of a protagonist. Throughout the film’s 2-hour runtime, it flips between David and Nic’s point of views. It’s at its best when it looks at things from David’s persective as Carell is flawless and bring pathos to his role as the well-meaning father about to lose hope. The film becomes increasingly clichéd and uninspired when looking at addiction through Nic’s eyes. It fails to nail how Nic falls into the hard drugs. The idea must have been to show how easy it is, how quickly and effortlessly one becomes addicted and gets lost in the drugs, but it can never quite convey believably the high Nic experiences or make it so engaging, interesting or crazy that we would believe it.

The performances in the film are largely the reason it’s not a bigger stinker. As mentioned earlier, Carell is phenomenal. His quiet, but desperate performance is perfect. Known for his comedic work, it’s easy to forget just how good a dramatic actor Carell is. He thrives in drama, allowing himself to fully merge with the character he plays. Chalamet, the hottest young actor right now, is equally great as the struggling addict Nic. Chalamet makes Nic young, foolish, stupid, but always relatable. His performance here doesn’t quite reach the honesty he found playing Elio in Call Me By Your Name, but there’s never a feeling he’s pretending, playing dress up. He dives deep into the internal life of his character and portrays the addiction and how it ruins Nic with such ease, it’s hard to imagine he hasn’t done it himself.


Unfortunately Beautiful Boy never becomes the film it could have been. Director Felix Van Groeningen makes too many odd choices, mainly with music, to make his film flow effortlessly. Thankfully his actors shine here and bring some much needed nuance and sensitivity to the film that is otherwise too ordinary for its’ own good.

“Some wounds do not close; I have many such” The Favourite Review

Emma Stone, Rachel Weisz, Olivia Colman. Yorgos Lanthimos’ new film has what must be the most attractive and talented cast of… well, any year really.


I didn’t find The Favourite to be quite the masterpiece everyone is raving about. I found it made one crucial mistake from which it never quite recovered, but more on that later.

If you have been living under a rock and have just emerged, The Favourite is the story of two young, ambitious women fighting to be the titular favourite of one Queen Anne (Olivia Colman). Sarah, an established lady and Anne’s current favourite is basically running the country for the queen, who is remarkably bad at being a queen. When Sarah’s cousin Abigail (Emma Stone) arrives, Sarah takes pity and orders Abigail to work the most menial, horrible jobs she can find. Family is family after all. Abigail sneakily finds her way to the queen good graces by tending to her aching legs with some herbs. After that there’s sex, guns and laughs, all shot magnificently by Robbie Ryan.

The Favourite is a blast, there’s no denying it. It will enrage some of the population with it’s lesbian politics and somewhat rude and strange humour, but Lanthimos is at the top of his game here and in total control. Not a single frame here has as much as a single hair out of place and it makes for a satisfying watch. Like Wes Anderson, but after a few beers and some cocaine.


The film wouldn’t be nearly as fabulous without Lanthimos’ cast. All three leads do a fantastic job. All those awards Olivia Colman has been collecting are for a reason. Her role might be at time ridiculous and frivolous, but Colman underlines it all with tremendous pain and suffering. Anne is truly tragic character and Colman sees the pain under the humour in it and employs it well, even when Anne is being played for gags.

Weisz and Stone are equally delicious as the rivalling cousins. Weisz especially injects her role with such power and hunger, it made me want to wear a corset and point a gun. Stone doesn’t reinvent herself here, but seems to have blended her own star persona with Abigail. It makes for an arresting watch, especially since the usually so PG-13 actress has decided to go nude for Lanthimos here. It feels fresh and bold and also, about damn time. Not the nudity, per se, although a little graceful nudity is always appreciated, male and female. What I mean is that Stone has been playing it safe for years while establishing herself in Hollywood. The Favourite feels like her jump to the deep end. This isn’t to say that Stone hasn’t been challenging herself or turned in great performances but this feels like she’s arrived somewhere and is definitely staying.

And now we get to my problem with the film. The film very heavily relies on the explosive dynamic between Abigail and Sarah as well as the comedy provided by Anne. When Lanthimos separates Abigail and Sarah, the film loses speed, its’ flame dies. It’s still perfectly fine and interesting, but it’s not able to move on or find something to replace the deliciously wicked relationship the cousins share. It simply never recovers, rendering the second half of the film joyless and dull and the first half much more superior. Shame.


The Favourite is still a great, great film, but I’m unable to move past my disappointment with the story. The last scene is bittersweet and powerful, but not enough to fix what they broke. Colman is the constant highlight of the film and deserves all the praise.

“Nothing’s gone forever, just out of place” Mary Poppins Returns Review

Everyone’s favourite flying nanny is back and dare I say it, she’s better than ever.

I have a confession to make. I have never liked Mary Poppins. It always felt incredibly dated to me and while I do appreciate mixing of animation and live action and how revolutionary this must have been at the time, it always felt like the film was at an arms length from me.

However, I have a weak spot for Emily Blunt. In my eyes, Emily can do no wrong. From the casting announcement to the trailers, it was clear that Emily Blunt was going to be the perfect Mary Poppins. And she mostly is. I prefer Blunt’s portrayl of Poppins, she’s much more fun to watch. I just wish the film served her better.

The film follows the grown up Banks children, Michael and Jane. Michael’s wife has died and the family is in deep financial trouble and about to lose their house. Michael’s children are far too mature for their ages and when the family must find some important papers to save the house, the kids seem like the adults of the household. The Banks’ need Mary Poppins once again to put their lives in order.

The film does so much right; it’s colourful, beautifully filmed and full of magic. It’s a joy to watch and Blunt nails her portrayal of Mary Poppins. It’s difficult to do your own spin on such a beloved character, who was played by Julie Andrews, but Blunt’s Poppins is more stern and playful, in equal measure.

It’s too bad the film is so forgettable. None of the songs are catchy enough to become ear worms that follow your bus ride home and while listening to the soundtrack on the walk home, none of them transported me back into the magical world of Poppins and co. Which is a shame because Blunt can certainly sing and dance and she is visibly having a blast. Seeing an actor enjoy playing their part is a rare sighting and letting it shine through in her performance Blunt adds another layer of magic into Mary Poppins.

Lin Manuel Miranda is just another version of Dick Van Dyke’s Bert, this time named Jack. While the musical star does just fine in the role, it’s hard to imagine why director Rob Marshall would stick this close to the original film’s structure and tricks. It all seems like a missed opportunity to create a new classic, something exciting and different. Musicals are hip and cool again and Mary Poppins has all the right ingredients, but somehow it never quite comes together in a satisfying way.

The film isn’t without some hightlights. It’s biggest and catchiest song Trip a Little Light Fantastic is a fantastic sequence with some great choreography and it lets Miranda really show his chops as a musical star. The sequence happening inside a bowl is also fantastic from start to finish with its’ two songs and great visuals. It’s too bad the film felt like it had to borrow from the first film’s animation. A scene like this could have been innovative and exciting, but ends up feeling used and tired, because they did it 50 years ago.

Mary Poppins Returns is worth a watch just for Emily Blunt’s joyous performance and it’s dazzling visuals. It’s not the film I hoped it would be and it fails as a satisfying sequel, but it holds its own magic and is perfectly fine in every way.

LFF 2018: Assassination Nation

Hyper-realised, ultra-violent and ultra-feminist, Assassination Nation is bound to push most viewers away. Sam Levinson’s film is a provocative, bloodsoaked and powerful battle cry for all women to unite against patriarchy. Men are also welcome. Rapists, misogynists and asshats, not so much.


In the centre of Assassination Nation are four young women. Lily, a flirtatious girl with secret, Bex, a trans girl, and presumably adoptive sisters Em and Sarah. All our heroines, like the rest of the world, live their lives online and through their phones. Their phones contain their most valuable and embarrassing secrets. So when a hacker first hits the town mayor, the school principal and eventually about half the town’s population, the violence somehow turns towards women, including our protagonists.

Assassination Nation is definitely one of the craziest films out there. It’s a strange piece of cinema, like a revenge film on crack cocaine. It’s going to be polarising with it’s strong feminist message and it’s bound to be too much for many viewers because it’s just so in your face. A feel good film this is not, my friends. Prepare your senses for the sensory overload the film throws at your face.  Assassination Nation reveals the ugliest possible truth and reality of patriarchy and misogyny by shoving it down your throat because what else can we do at this stage? It’s a painfully timely film, one that you hope wouldn’t resonate as strongly as it does. Levinson’s film constantly tip toes the line between making violence towards women a spectacle and simply using it to point out how messed up the world we live in is and how close to a reality like this we actually are. At times brilliant, at times shaky, it makes for an uncomfortable, but cathartic watch. Levinson fills his film with some powerful images and while some dialogue doesn’t quite sit right in the actors’ mouths, there are some truths spoken here.


The film works as a biting satire of our lives online. How can we allow so much sensitive information out there where it can be stolen in an instant? What ever happened to diaries we could lock or hide in the bottom of a sock drawer? The scariest thing about Assassination Nation is that while it’s so hyper-stylised, it still feels accurate in its depiction of constantly being online and building your identity in front of everyone. Do we even exist if we’re not online?

In the end, it all comes down to how the society treats women and while I really want to say that Assassination Nation is over the top and unrealistic in its approach to misogyny, I can’t. It feels familiar, terrifyingly so. The film is very much about the female experience of being ridiculed, sexualised without our consent and constantly under the male gaze. Assassination Nation hits all the right notes about this, especially in today’s political climate. There is a fantastic scene (which apparently is getting cut from theatrical versions) where our protagonist Lily schools the school principal over a drawing of a naked woman. Assassination Nation dares to ask why do we sexualise women, what is so wrong about the naked female body?

Director Sam Levinson does something risky with the material. He presents our protagonists as the easy victims, the ones who may have brought this on themselves. For years, decades even, we have been fighting to prove that rape, assault, harassment or just unwanted attention isn’t due to our looks, behaviour, time of day or any other factor than the attacker and the attacker alone. And here Levinson shows us these girls in tight tops, plenty of skin to show and shorts so short Harley Quinn would feel self-conscious. Their bodies are the enemy in the beginning of the film, it’s a threat to the patriarchy in Salem. They young women are overly sexual and by horror film rules, they must be punished. Levinson is asking us to blame these girls for what’s to come. And shame on you if you fell for this. Shame on you. Thankfully, these girls aren’t here for your hate and fear. They fight back. They reclaim their sexuality and harness their female power to fight Salem’s patriarchy. The image of the middle-aged white cop shouting “We’re good people!” feels unnaturally timely. A mob screaming they’re fine people while commiting murder and heinous hate crimes. It seems too close to reality.


Ultimately Assassination Nation is an empowering experience. A fist-pumping joyride, Assassination Nation is all about our heroines taking back what was theirs to being with: their freedom. Freedom to express themselves, freedom to be sexy, freedom to be whoever you want to be without the threat of physical violence. I would imagine that most men would find it too much, too serious, too stupid, too this, too that. But to anyone who has ever been harassed, hurt, grabbed or assaulted, this is a much needed cry to unite our forces. To keep fighting, to keep resisting. Assassination Nation feels like an acknowledgment that we exist and we are rightly angry. We will fight, there is strength in numbers and we can’t be silenced.  As Lily says, you can’t kill us all.


LFF 2018: Wildlife

Paul Dano, an actor known for films such as Prisoners, There Will Be Blood and Little Miss Sunshine has now become the umpteenth actor to try his hand at directing. Like Bradley Cooper’s A Star Is Born a couple of months ago, Dano’s film is surprising, endearing and impressive, prompting this fan to wonder if there are more talented directors in front of the camera. Dano’s debut is subtle, beautiful and accomplished, powered by performances to die for.

Joe (Ed Oxenbould, fantastic) observes his family’s internal downfall as his father Jerry (Jake Gyllenhaal) loses his job and is forced to accept a potentially dangerous job trying to control and stop a wildfire. Joe’s mother Jeanette (exceptional Carey Mulligan) takes up a job as a swim teacher and attempts to regain her youthful freedom, but grows restless and frustrated with her small suburban life.


Wildlife boils down to the performances of Dano’s gifted actors. Mulligan turns in a fearless performance; she isn’t afraid to make Jeanette ugly in all her frustration and selfishness. Oxenbould injects his performance with just the right amount of sadness, which thankfully never turns melodramatic, although the film cleverly tiptoes the line between a serious drama and a melodrama.

Quietly devastating, Dano never underlines his themes. Joe is forced to assume the role of the man of the house, so integral to the 1950s America that Dano emulates convincingly. Joe and Jeanette’s roles are essentially reversed as Jeanette tests the limits of what she can do with her new-found freedom as a woman. Joe is forced to cook his own dinner and often take care of his mother. Wildlife also includes the most cringe-worthy, yet fascinating date night known to man.

Jeanette’s search for liberation and Joe’s inner turmoil make for an engaging watch. Wildlife’s themes hit close to home to most people as Dano and his partner Zoe Kazan have written a film with fully realised characters, like a smorgasboard, something for everybody. Whether it’s Jerry’s threatened masculinity due to his inability to provide for his family, Joe’s forced entry into early adulthood or Jeanette’s frustrations and newly found sexuality, there’s a lot in Wildlife to munch on. The symbolical wildfire, burning so bright and destroying everything in its way provides a great backdrop for this family’s crumbling. The film provides lots to think and talk about, but it’s best digested alone, reflected upon within your own mind and your own experiences.

If the film has a weakness, it’s Gyllenhaal. After Jerry leaves for the wildfire, Gyllenhaal’s presence is gravely missed. It’s hard to have such a huge star in such a small role and not have the audience miss them. It’s not a case of Mulligan and Oxenbould not able to hold their own, but Mulligan and Gyllenhaal are both incredibly talented character actors and watch them bounce off each other is the film’s greatest pleasure. The film’s final shot is full of pain, longing and regret. All communicated through the words that weren’t and aren’t being said, the looks avoided and hands not held. There is a lingering sense of a life not lived, a promise not fulfilled in Dano’s last frame. Like phantom pain, there is a feeling of something that once was there and is now gone, but is somehow still causing the characters indescribable pain.


Rewatch: The Greatest Showman (2017)

I saw The Greatest Showman on opening day, Boxing Day 2017. There was only roughly 15 of us who were able to leave the comfort of our homes and drag ourselves to the cinema in central London. This was all before the film became the smash hit we know it to be today, mind you. I saw it because I was going to be reviewing it for a magazine. I gave it 3 stars, because that felt right. I recognised its flaws and how badly the story dragged at points, how bad the CGI was and how strange it all was.It wasn’t a great film but I had fun with it.

A month or so later, I bought tickets to a Singalong screening at The Prince Charles Cinema, thinking that’ll be a giggle; the songs were great and I had been listening to the soundtrack non-stop since that Boxing day so why not. The screening was on a rainy afternoon so I didn’t bother getting there too early, thinking there was going to be only about 30-40 of us kind of humming along, tapping our feet along the musical numbers.

I have never been so wrong in my life. The queue went around the block, people were dressed up as characters from the film and the energy was palpable. The screening was sold out, the director made an appearance and there were flashing lights, dancing and a lot of off-tune singing. We all had a blast. It was like a rock concert, everyone was on their feet and stomping, clapping, singing, dancing. This was the first time I started to realise what a phenomenon The Greatest Showman was becoming.

I haven’t seen the film since that rainy afternoon, scared that it would be ruined for me outside the comfort and darkness of the cinema, with its flaws fully visible to me. And then a day so awful came along, only a bit of Hugh Jackman could save it from becoming the worst day ever. So I popped the disc in and sat down, a little scared but mostly excited. Was it still the magical experience I had had twice almost a year ago?

For the most part, yes.

The Greatest Showman follows the idealistic P.T. Barnum (Hugh Jackman, born for this role) who is hungry for success, but can’t seem to catch his big break. Opening his museum of oddities, Barnum finally hits gold, but starts to lose his way when no amount of success is enough and he leaves for a tour with a Swedish singer Jenny Lind (Rebecca Ferguson). It’s a sanitised, romatizised, utteer BS tale of Barnum, who was a much more complicated and problematic character than Jackman’s version of him.

The Greatest Showman is an odd film. It arrived after the smash hit La La Land, which made musicals trendy and popular again, so it doesn’t feel quite as fresh as it probably should, considering its lengthy production history. The Greatest Showman has one of the best opening scenes in a musical, possibly only matched by La La Land‘s highway dance extravaganza, but the film drags in the scenes between the musical numbers. There’s no heat, no electricity in the scenes where the characters are talking, they’re simply not very interesting. The story is glossy and not very true to life, all characters come across as a bit bland and strangely the film feels rushed although not much happens.

But the musical numbers, oh boy. They are fantastic. In these scenes, the film truly comes alive and sparks fly. The cast is so talented, it’s actually a little depressing since the film never becomes truly great as a whole. Jackman is perfect as Barnum, Zendaya brings some sass into her character Anne and it’s truly a delight to see Zac Efron flex his musical muscles again. Both Efron and Jackman are so charismatic and natural performers that it’s hard to believe it took this long to get the two of them in the same film. Their duet The Other Side is bursting with energy and joy, it’s a fun number where two of the best get to show off against one another. Only Michelle Williams as Barnum’s wife seems to have drawn the short straw and doesn’t have much to do unfortunately.

And then there is Keala Settle, playing Lettie Lutz, the bearded lady. She sings the absolute tune that is This Is Me, an Oscar nominated song about self-acceptance. There’s a video online about one of the workshops where she sings it and you can pinpoint the moment she becomes a star, the moment she lets go of her fear and starts to believe in what she sings. Her character doesn’t get nearly enough screen time, but she is the real star of the show. The song is powerful, the choreography is perfect and while cheesy, it does send out an important message that has resonated with audience far and wide. I would lie if I said I didn’t cry during the song.

In my original review I said The Greatest Showman fails as a film, but succeeds as a musical. I stand by this. The musical numbers are perfect; songs by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul are exactly what you’d want them to be, choreographies by Ashley Wallen are energetic and dynamic and the cast sells it. It fails to be an engaging film, the story itself just isn’t that inspiring. But musicals are about utopia, being transported to somewhere better and existing in a world where you can burst into song and dance. And The Greatest Showman does exactly that during its musical scenes. It pulls you out of your seat and into the action, into the dance. And for 3 minutes, you dance with the freaks and oddities and belt your heart out and simply belong. I will go to my grave defending the musical numbers of this film and how they save The Greatest Showman from itself.


LFF 2018: Suspiria

The one thing that can be said with certainty about Suspiria is that it’s not for everyone. I saw the film with my mother and a friend of mine was also in the audience that night.

I loved it.

My mum said there was too much blood.

My friend hated it.

That pretty much sums up all the different reactions to Luca Guadagnino’s Suspiria. It’s a five star film while also being a one star film, depending on your subjective experience of the film. Suspiria is a film that is experienced rather than passively watched and consumed. If successful, it will draw you into it’s world from the first frame, but it’s equally likely to push you away.

Suspiria follows young Susie Bannion (Dakota Johnson) who dreams of auditioning for Madame Blanc at the Markos Dance Academy. Audition she does and gets in when a place opens up after another student goes missing. The missing student, Patricia Hingle shows up at her psychiatrist’s home, panick-y and delusional, muttering about the witches at the academy and how they’re after her body. Are there witches at the academy and more importantly, what do they want with Susie?


Suspiria is a dizzyingly good film. Guadagnino’s vision here is focused and uncompromised. There is something incredibly soothing and reassuring to know that a film is the very best version of itself, the exact end product the filmmaker was aiming for. And surely that should be taken into consideration when reviewing a film, how well it achieves the goals it sets out early on.

Tilda Swinton, playing a whopping three characters is an utterly delightful presence. She is a chameleon, an actress who doesn’t embody a role but lets the role completely take her over. Dakota Johnson is also good. Her time on the Fifty Shades films seems to have paid off because she is remarkably confident in her body and presents it to us fully. Not so much in terms of nudity, but in terms of full access to its nooks and crannies. Her body is on show here, never sexually, but simply to appreciate its physicality and how much the human, especially female body can and will endure.

The real star is Guadagnino himself. His filmmaking is front and centre in Suspiria. Remakes are difficult, but Guadagnino has cracked it. By not attempting to recreate any of Dario Argento’s iconic visuals, he has created a film that stands firmly on its own feet while paying homage to the old film. Guadagnino’s love for the original Suspiria has clearly made the director understand that trying to imitate something so iconic and loved would have been a failure from the beginning.

Suspiria is strongly a film about women and the female experience, but it never becomes overly political or feminist. Clever move from Guadagnino, who understand that it’s probably not his place to make a film like that. Suspiria has a veil of femininity over it, it’s constantly examining the female body and the quest for truth. Suspiria gives women power and momentum. Men don’t have either in Suspiria’s world, more precisely Berlin in 1977. They are cast to the side, simply witnesses or even toys for our coven to play with. Suspiria is a fascinating look into the community, the coven if you will, of women in the film’s heart. These women are feral and beautiful, graceful and beastly at the same time, they are complex creatures with complex motives and inner lives, even if we only get a glimpse of those. Women have always been accused of witchcraft, or dark magic by men in power. Suspiria shows us the true power of these very literal witches and the end result is a hypnotising, intoxicating and a relentlessly violent, yet liberating film.