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A Week In Film #445: Fullers

City Hall title screenCity Hall
An old faithful, with Harold Becker directing John Cusack, Al Pacino, Danny Aiello and Bridget Fonda against a backdrop of New York politicking and corruption. Never quite hits a proper climax, but enjoyable nonetheless, with a great score from Jerry Goldsmith, and strong writing from a bunch of New Yorkers (former Deputy Mayor Kenneth Lipper, mob-friendly journalist Nicholas Pileggi, Taxi Driver’s Paul Schrader, and Broadway playwright Bo Goldman).

[Kuffs title screen]
Kuffs
Silly stuff with Christian Slater doing his Jack Nicholson impersonation/mugging to camera thing as a slacker who visits San Francisco to see his brother Bruce Boxleitner, a private cop (under a peculiar Gold Rush-era ordinance), only for murder and shenanigans to occur. Milla Jovovich plays his girlfriend. Entirely disposable with nothing distinguishing about it.

Reasonable Doubt title screenReasonable Doubt
Up until a certain point, a quite enjoyable if inconsequential thriller, about a golden boy prosecutor (Dominic Cooper) who finds himself trying a man (Samuel L Jackson) accused of a crime he himself committed. That point will be obvious to you when you get there; it’s worth noting that Jackson is black, and Cooper white – this makes it all the more distasteful. Directed by Peter Howitt (yes, Joey from Bread, then the SAS officer in Some Mother’s Son, and after that the writer/director of Sliding Doors).

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Alien: Covenant
It’s not an Alien(s) film, it’s a Prometheus sequel. Now, that film was not great, but it had visceral moments. This is just Ridley Scott shitting on his own legacy, rinsing audiences with callbacks to the xenomorph movies that he treats with such contempt. Michael Fassbender as synthetic human David, and now also Walter, is fine; and the crew of the terraforming ship Covenant does at least gel together more convincingly that that of its predecessor; but it’s like a Top Of the Pops LP, all reconstituted hits (Egg! Facehugger! Chestburster! Tunnel chase! Dropship through storm! Trying to set up comms! Powerloader fight! etc). Frankly, boring. I paid nearly £25 for two tix too!

White House Down title screenWhite House Down
Enjoyable Die Hard-style romp, with Channing Tatum as a recently-divorced blue collar shlub trying to repair his relationship with his daughter (Joey King) whilst trying his best to get a job in the Secret Service, who gets caught up in a terrorist attack on Washington. Roland Emmerich directs with a sense of humour and fun, and in all areas it’s a superior effort to the similarly themed Olympus Has Fallen.Nice turns from Jason Clarke, James Woods, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Jamie Foxx and Kevin Rankin.

Hot Fuzz title screenHot Fuzz
Edgar Wright directs his old Spaced pals Simon Pegg and Nick Frost in the second of the ‘Three Cornettos’ trilogy – here with a metropolitan super-cop (Pegg) sent to sleepy Cotswold town Sandford, where he soon encounters rum happenings. Great cast of older British character actors (Edward Woodward, Billie Whitelaw, Jim Broadbent, Paul Freeman, Timothy Dalton, Kenneth Cranham, Stuart Wilson, Anne Reid), plus younger upstarts (Paddy Considine, Rafe Spall, Olivia Colman, Rory McCann) and Wright stalwarts like Julia Deakin, Bill Bailey and Bill Nighy. Silly, slightly overlong, but fun.

Yojimbo title screen用心棒 AKA Yojimbo
Kurosawa’s tale of a ronin-with-no-name (Toshiro Mifune) arriving in a town beset by two feuding gangs who sees an angle. Great samurai action interspersed with comedy and tragedy.

Jack Reacher title screenJack Reacher
So-so noir-flecked action adventure, with Tom Cruise as a mysterious ex-Military Policeman digging around into a spree killing in Pennsylvania apparently carried out by a soldier he had previously investigated for similar sniper murders in Iraq. Hardly ground-breaking, but with plenty going on. Director Chris McQuarrie throws in some signature long dialogue scenes, an argument outside a bar and a grumpy old man (here Robert Duvall). With Rosamund Pike, David Oyelowo, Richard Jenkins and Werner Herzog.

Enemy At The Gates title screenEnemy At The Gates
Visually impressive, this is basically just a love triangle (Jude Law, Rachel Weisz and Joseph Fiennes) played against the backdrop of the Battle of Stalingrad, with Bob Hoskins in fake bad teeth as uncouth Party apparatchik Khruschev. Looks pretty, but Jean-Jacques Annaud doesn’t seem to have much to say about anything.

Brooklyn’s Finest title screen
Brooklyn’s Finest
Antoine Fuqua attempts a Robert Altman/Thomas Anderson-style intercut lives affair, with Ethan Hawke, Don Cheadle and Richard Were a trio of differently burned-out NYPD cops who are heading for a collision on Brooklyn’s most dangerous streets. Watchable if not memorable.

A Week In Film #444: Docs, y’all

In The Line Of Duty: Ambush In Waco title screenIn The Line Of Duty: Ambush In Waco
Quickie TVM in the occasional film series celebrating law enforcement officers, with Dan Lauria (the dad in The Wonder Years) as ATF manager ‘Bob Blanchard’ (a composite character), charged with investigating a compound of religious crazies keen on their guns. Tim Daly is electrifying as cult leader David Koresh, there’s familiar faces such as Clu Gulager, Neal McDonough and Gordon Clapp, and it’s certainly paced, but it is rather leaning towards untramelled propaganda rather than a considered, well-thought out drama. Your helmsman is Dick Lowry, whose sole theatrical feature since the 1970s was the third Smokey And The Bandit movie; though on the upside he was responsible for the best in the ITLOD series, The FBI Murders.

Shepherds And Butchers title screenShepherds And Butchers
So-so courtroom drama based on a novel by Chris Marnewick, about an anti-capital punishment barrister John Weber (Steve Coogan) charged with defending a white prison officer who is on trial for the seemingly senseless murder of seven black men in Apartheid South Africa. Garion Dowds is impressive as the defendant, Andrea Riseborough plays the prosecutor. Highlight is Robert Hobbs as Weber’s brother-in-law, a special forces soldier how offers tantalising insights into what killing does to a man. Oliver Schmitz directs confidently, but this is very much a minor work.

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The Black Panthers: Vanguard of the Revolution
Excellent primer from Stanley Nelson Jr, covering the birth, growth and decline of the BPPSD, with contributions from many street level and mid-ranking ex-Panthers, as well as some of the surviving top cadres. If you don’t come out feeling angry, you weren’t paying attention.

Jim: The James Foley Story title screen
Jim: The James Foley Story
Powerful documentary by Brian Oakes about an American freelance war correspondent from a privileged New England background who was first captured then released by regime forces in Libya, and then captured and executed by ISIS in Syria. Features interviews with many of Foley’s colleagues, all of whom speak fondly of him, and with many of his large family.

Sand Castle title screen
Sand Castle
Unflashy, unsentimental war-s-hell business from Fernando Coimbra, with Nicholas Hoult (him from the original cast of Skins) as a young American soldier who really doesn’t want to be in Iraq – he joined up for the college money, only for war to break out – but who starts to see a purpose in helping with a water project. Naturally shit goes down, bad things happen, and there is A Message in there.

Logan Marshall-Green (the Tom Hardy/Jon Bernthal lookielikie from Cold Comes The Night) is the NCO trying to tease his young charge out of his self-imposed shell, Henry Cavill the special ops guy whom he feels he needs to impress. Not earth-shattering, but strong in its own way.

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Star Wars: Rogue One
Finally got to see the A New Hope sidequel, and whilst it wasn’t as polished as it could have been, it was admirably grimy and morally ambivalent. Another strong female character in Jyn Erso (Felicity Jones), and Diego Luna as Rebel Alliance wet job specialist Cassian Andor was excellent. Even Forest Whitaker seemed to fit in. Top work from director Gareth Edwards.

A Week In Film #443: Inferno

The ‘Burbs title screen
The ‘Burbs
Joe Dante digs into ordinary white bread middle American mundanity in search of weirdness. Tom Hanks is the ordinary Joe who decides to take his vacation alone in his own house whilst his family go away; along with neighbours Bruce Dern and Rick Ducommun he investigates odd newcomers the Klopeks. Quite amusing superficially, but barely under the surface it gets incredibly reactionary and rather unpleasant in between the gurning and slapstick. Obligatory Dick Miller moment: he’s a garbage man.

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Small Crimes
The director behind black comedy Cheap Thrill (Evan Katz) teams up with actor/screenwriter Macon Blair (Blue Ruin, Green Room, I Don’t Feel At Home In This World Anymore) to serve up a low-key noir-inflected crime thriller with a tendency to swerve.

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau stars as a bent cop just released from county lock-up after serving seven years for attempted murder. No one seems happy for him to be out – not least his ex-wife, his mother, his kids, his former partner or the gangsters he freelanced for. Everything he touches turns to shit. With Molly Parker, Gary Cole, Robert Forster, Jacki Weaver, Pat Healy.

Innerspace title screen
Innerspace
Joe Dante remixes sixties SF/fantasy thriller Fantastic Voyage, with Dennis McQuaid miniaturised and injected into hypochondriac Martin Short by mistake. Meg Ryan gets to be the love interest (lucky her), Kevin McCarthy and Fiona Lewis are the bad guys, and Robert Picardo plays an over-the-top underworld figure. Obligatory Dick Miller movement: he’s an irate cabbie.

Absence Of Malice title screen
Absence Of Malice
Sydney Pollack has always been a bit hit-and-miss; this is from the more-miss-than-hit period between 1975’s Three Days Of The Condor and 1982’s Tootsie. Whilst not perfect, though, it is fairly thoughtful: a reporter (Sally Field) is used by a prosecutor (Bob Balaban) to leverage a Miami businessman (Paul Newman) into spilling the beans on local mobsters. The trouble is, there’s very little tension, as the viewer knows what’s what too soon. Decent enough performances from all concerned – Wilford Brimley steals the show as a no-nonsense Assistant Attorney-General late in the day.

A Week In Film #442: Line ‘em up


Brannigan
No, not the greatest movie ever made, but certainly a diverting confection – apparently a cheap consolation star vehicle for John Wayne after the success of Dirty Harry, whose eponymous antihero he turned down.

Here he is a Chicago cop on a Red Heat-style trip to London to pick up a mobster (John Vernon) for extradition; stuff happens to prevent this. Along the way he teams up with aristocratic British copper Richard Attenborough and a female detective sergeant (Judy Geeson) for some chalk-and-cheese police work. Throw into the mix James Booth (Hooky in Zulu, Vic Labbett in The Sweeney), Don Henderson and Brian Glover as colourful cockney criminals, as well as a mysterious assassin (Daniel Pilot), great locations (St. Thomas’ Hospital doubling for Scotland Yard, Beckton gas works not pretending to be Hué, and, err, Heathrow: “London’s changed a lot, but it’s basically the same, it’s still a very beautiful city,” claims Geeson, unconvincingly), and some really jazzy direction from Douglas Hickox.

Ah, yes, Hickox – he who did another great London-set crime thriller with Moving Target, which also featured car chases and long lens crane shots and hard boiled violence. Here though it’s more a buddy-cop type vibe, with more humour (though the slapstick Western-ish bar fight is very out of place). He also did Theatre Of Blood, which shares a similar vein of black humour as here.

Not great, but definitely not terrible. And Dickie is definitely having fun.


The Land That Time Forgot
Shlocky Amicus fantasy adventure, starring DOUG MCCLURE, based on an Edgar Rice Burroughs novel, in which a WWI U-boat crew and the survivors of a merchantman it sank find themselves stranded on a hidden island where dinosaurs and cave men still roam. Absolutely terrible effects, but with a nice Planet Of The Apes-influenced framing device, and the submarine scenes are taut. Directed by Kevin Connor, who previously tackled the portmanteau horror film From Beyond The Grave, and would go on to make the bonkers Trial By Combat, about a chivalric order of motorcycle vigilantes.

The Illusionist
So-so mystery thriller with a hint of romance, about a Victorian stage magician (Edward Norton) in late 19th century Austria-Hungary, and the aristocratic (Jennifer Biel) with whom he is in love. Rufus Sewell is rather decent as the Crown Prince with anger issues, but Paul Giamatti does not measure up so well as his petit bourgeois chief detective and all round factotum. Not exemplary from director Neil Burger, but neither is it offensively bad.


The Fourth War
End-of-the-Cold-War drama, which was doing okay when it was just Roy Schneider and Jürgen Prochnow as dinosaurs on opposite sides of the West German-Czechoslovak border; but then director John Frankenheimer had to throw in some pointless intrigue involving a refugee woman.


Paper Mask
Compelling minor thriller from the pen of doctor-turned-screenwriter John Collee, with Paul McGann as a hospital porter who finds himself in at the deep end when he assumes the identity of a dead doctor and secures a job at a Bristol hospital. Amanda Donohoe is excellent as the nurse who sees a fellow traveller in him, as is Tom Wilkinson as a suspicious senior medic. The recently deceased Christopher Morahan (Clockwise, The Jewel In The Crown) directs.

A Week In Film #441: Hmmm

Oklahoma City title screen
Oklahoma City
Powerful documentary by Barak Goodman about the bombing of the Alfred P Murrah Federal Building in 1993 by Timothy McVeigh, and the circumstances leading up to it, such as Ruby Ridge and Waco.

Ambushed 1998 title screen
Ambushed (1998)
Started promisingly for a shlocky thriller – a man is brutally murdered one night witnessed by his son! Turns out he was a KKK leader! The FBI team includes a black Agent! Soon the kid and the Agent are on the run together! – but it’s spoiled by a prematurely signalled twist and over-long, poorly staged action sequences.

With Courtney B Vance (Law & Order), Virginia Madsen, Robert Patrick and Jeremy Lelliott as the kid (with a voice seemingly borrowed from Edward Furlong), plus super-brief cameos from the likes of William Forsythe, David Keith and William Sadler. Director Ernest Dickerson was a long-time Spike Lee collaborator who debuted helming his own movies with Juice; but after a bunch of lacklustre efforts like this, by the mid 2000s he wisely concentrated on directing epsisodes of TV shows like The Wire, The Walking Dead, Dexter and Treme.

Crossfire title screen
Crossfire
Solid noir from Edward Dmytryk about GIs returned home after the war getting caught up in an anti-semitic murder (changed from the homophobic killing of the source novel). With Roberts Ryan, Mitchum and Young, plus Gloria Grahame and Jacqueline White.

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Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens
Kudos to JJ Abrams for taking the series back to its in-camera effects, live action roots. Some stunning action sequences, great characters, great villains, and a sweeping, epic arc. Plenty to commend it.

A Week In Film #440: Meagre pickings

Spotlight title screen
Spotlight
Old fashioned reporters-in-search-of-truth story, based on the real investigation by Boston Globe journalists of the abuse of youngsters by Catholic priests and the cover-up by their church over many decades.

Very strong cast – Mark Ruffalo, Rachel McAdams, Michael Keaton, Brian D’Arcy, Live Schreiber, John Slattery – and a poignant topic, but simply does not have the power of, say, All The President’s Men. That said, few things do. Only just noticed it was directed by Tom McCarthy, who as an actor played the fabricator journo Scott Templeton in the close-to-parody fifth season of The Wire.

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The Godfather Part III
Hey, I watched it because I got given the trilogy boxed set, and felt I had to give it a go. But it really was as bad as I remembered it. Shame on Coppola – such interesting themes (Banco Ambroisano, Pope JP1, Roberto Calvi, P2 etc), wasted. And characters previously drawn beautifully (Al Neri, Connie) here sketched out in neon glow wax crayons.

Oh, and Sofia Coppola and ANDY! GARCIA! doing their best to sabotage proceedings.

Star Wars: Episode 2 - Attack Of The Clones title screen
Star Wars: Episode 2 – Attack Of The Clones
Not as bad as Menace, not as good as Revenge.

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The Hateful Eight
The least interesting Tarantino yet – a locked room mystery type affair, with a bunch of cowboy types stuck in a road house during a blizzard, with bounty hunters Kurt Russell and Samuel L Jackson both trying to get to Red Rock with their quarries (variously alive – Jennifer Jason Leigh – and dead) in order to claim their money, but suspicious of the strangers with whom they find themselves – Walton Goggins, Tim Roth, Bruce Dern, Michael Madsen, Demián Bichir. Lots of talking, some violence, not much spark.

A Week In Film #439: Nothing original

Tak3n title screen
Tak3n
More Liam Neeson silliness, with Besson protégé Oliver Megaton the appropriately-monickered helmsman once again. This time round someone has targeted ex-Cia hardman Bryan Mills’ ex-wife (Fame Janssen), and fabricated evidence pointing to him, so before you know it he’s darting around causing mayhem and offing bad guys and generally being a badass. No Albanians, but there are former Spetsnaz mercenaries.

Edge Of Darkness title screen
Edge Of Darkness
Martin Campbell manages to suck all of the nuance and subtlety and sophistication of his acclaimed 1980s TV series (penned by Troy Kennedy Martin) out of this 2010 remake. Mel Gibson is no Bob Peck, Ray Winstone has no chance to inhabit Jedburgh, there’s cardboard cut-out bad guys, and it’s all a waste of time and money and effort, even if there is one mildly exciting action sequence.