Whiplash. Faustian Practice.

whiplashThe Sloth can’t recall any other movie so aptly named. Whiplash picks you up, smacks you round the chops and spits you out on the hard shoulder of the M25. Fasten your seatbelts, we’re in for a bumpy ride.

Andrew (Miles Teller) is a talented young drummer, newly arrived at a prestigious music academy that admits only the best.  Dedicated, enthusiastic and ambitious, when he hears that the BEST of the best get handpicked to play in revered teacher Terence Fletcher’s (J.K. Simmons) elite jazz ensemble, naturally he’s hungry to be selected. So imagine his delight when, overhearing him practising alone late one night, Fletcher walks in and offers him the coveted Golden Ticket to Jazz Glory.

Unfortunately, Fletcher is no cuddly Willy Wonka. Rather, he drags the ‘best’ out of his students through verbal, physical and psychological bullying and, in Andrew, has a shiny, new, unwitting victim. Believing “there are no two words more harmful in the English language than ‘good job’” Fletcher justifies his ‘method’ as a tool in his search for artistic perfection – a musician capable of becoming another Charlie Parker, a true all-time great.

It’s an extraordinary film that twists and turns, delving deeper and deeper into the psyches of the two lead characters. First we are overwhelmed by the volatile, unpredictable Fletcher and the excruciating cruelty he unleashes. It would be simple to leave it there, but no. As we learn more about Andrew his deeper, driving ambition comes to the surface – playing till his hands literally bleed, rejecting girlfriends as a distraction from his own quest for artistic greatness. Soon it appears Fletcher and Andrew may be cut, at least in part, from the same cloth.

Grounded in outstanding performances from both leads (a special shout out to Miles Teller on the drums! Unbelievable!), who match each other in manic obsession, Whiplash’s truly unique achievement is to capture and drag you, the audience, into their visceral, hypnotic and exhilarating world of musical greatness. Like a feverish Dr Faustus you know it’s wrong but you just can’t help yourself. Head-spinningly good and The Sloth’s film of the year. Bravo!

UK release 16 Jan 2015

Posted in Wild Card | Tagged J.K. Simmons, Miles Teller, Whiplash

Into The Woods

into woodsLet’s examine this on paper: an all-singing, Disney adaptation of a Stephen Sondheim musical featuring a selection of traditional fairy tale characters. We’re not exactly salivating. Rather, we’re plugging our ears and running screaming to the nearest bridge with active plans to throw ourselves off.  But wait, we’ll miss the season 1 finale of Homeland (Yes, we’re 2 seasons behind. And what?). Saved by the Brody…

A baker (James Corden) and his baker’s wife (Emily Blunt) run a little bakery (funny that) somewhere in fairy-tale-ville. Happy with their meagre peasant lot they selflessly give free buns to a little girl in a big red cloak (Lilla Crawford) who needs food for her poor grandmother. The only thing missing from their lives is a baby baker.

Cue flashes and bangs as a witch (Meryl Streep) appears, who reveals Mr Baker is victim of a family curse that prevents the couple having a child. To reverse the curse they must venture Into The Woods (see what they did there) and collect items including a cow, a golden slipper and a big red cloak. In the process they’ll encounter Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, Jack and his beanstalk and Rapunzel. Tally ho.

Into The Woods, believe it or not, is a joy.  Visually rich, dark and spookily Gothic, the stuff of childhood nightmares, it’s packed with gloriously OTT frightwigs and corseted tulle costumes. All that’s missing is Helena Bonham Carter.  And the actors wind their lungs round the surprisingly complex songs with gusto. But what really makes it work is the tone, hitting just the right notes of arch and knowing, The Brothers Grimm mashed up and reinvented for 2015.  Cinderella (Anna Kendricks) finds herself nonplussed with her preening, caddish Prince Charming (Chris Pine) who petulantly protests he was “brought up to be charming, not sincere”.  The Big Bad Wolf (Johnny Depp) stalks the shrill, brattish Little Red Riding Hood with a drooling lasciviousness that is deeply disturbing, if not illegal.

Like the best ‘family’ entertainment, most will go over the heads of kiddies, who will have buried their head in their popcorn and / or fainted by the time some of the more violent scenes have passed (an Ugly Sister getting her eyes pecked out by a flock of crows, anyone?).  Welcome to The Disney Dark Side.

UK release 9 January

Posted in Friday Night Brain Drain | Tagged Anna Kendricks, Chris Pine, Emily Blunt, Into The Woods, James Corden, Meryl Streep | Leave a reply

Foxcatcher. Wrestlemania.

foxcatcher__spanFinished a year ago, such was the studio’s hopes for awards season glory, Foxcatcher’s release was postponed until now to avoid competition with 2013 big hitters 12 Years A Slave and Gravity. That’s a lot of eggs to cryogenically freeze in a basket. No pressure…

Based, incredibly, on a true story it centers around two pro-wrestler brothers David Schultz (Mark Ruffalo) aka The Smart And Well Adjusted One and Mark Schultz (Channing Tatum) aka The Not So Smart And Struggling One. Both Olympic gold medalists, they now live in small town anonymity. David is happy, married with kids and running a local wrestling club. Mark, however, lives alone and with limited skills relies heavily on his brother in lieu of a father figure.

But help may unexpectedly be at hand. A phone call out of the blue invites Mark to the home of John du Pont, eccentric multi-millionaire recluse and member of one of America’s most hallowed family dynasties. Alienated by his equestrian-loving mother, John intends to indulge his own passion, wrestling, by setting up his own team housed in a state of the art training facility to gun for glory at the next Olympics and wants Mark as his star athlete. Offered both financial security and the chance to step out from David’s shadow, Mark thinks all his Christmases have come at once. But, kids, we all know i) money can’t buy happiness and ii) if something looks too good to be true, it generally is. Mark soon struggles to deliver so John persuades David onboard, once again relegating Mark back to the sidelines and starting a steady spiral towards destruction.

Shot in muted tones, Foxcatcher is clinically cool, calm and precise with an underlying sense of menace. Often ambiguous – what does du Pont really want with Mark? A surrogate son? Sex? A whipping boy? – and strongly psychological, it deals with themes of family rivalry and parental approval. And boy do the whole cast rise to the occasion. Channing Tatum in particular is heartbreakingly good as Mark, earnest, lonely, desperate for approval and frustrated by his own limitations. The Sloth just wanted to give him a cuddle.

This is no emotional melodrama. Foxcatcher doesn’t pick you up and bodyslam you down on the mat, rather it creeps insidiously into your head, leaving you shaken, not stirred. Commendably restrained.

UK release 9 January 2015

Posted in Wild Card | Tagged Channing Tatum, Foxcatcher, Mark Ruffalo, Steve Carrell | Leave a reply

Birdman. Or The Unexpected Virtue Of Ignorance

birdman-clickWhy are briefs such a comical undergarment when displayed on the male form? Put them on any man and they are instant shorthand for ‘pathetic’. A point not lost on the director of Birdman.

Riggan (Michael Keaton) is a washed up actor. In his prime he starred as ‘Birdman’, a movie superhero popular with audiences but disparaged by critics. Like most Hollywood egos, Riggan’s is fragile and the years of critical condemnation have done their damage to his mental state. Depressed and prone to hearing the cantankerous, disembodied voice of his ‘Birdman’ alter ego, Riggan is attempting to claw back some credibility by directing and starring in a Broadway play.

For a successful play you need a great star so Riggan is hiring the preening, volatile, acclaimed method ac-tooor Mike (Edward Norton), plus needy supporting actresses Laura (Andrea Riseborough) and Lesley (Naomi Watts). Add to his plate a daughter Sam (Emma Stone) fresh out of rehab and waspish theatre critic Tabitha (Lindsay Duncan) who has the knives out for Riggan and you could say he’s feeling somewhat stressed. Can Riggan pull his cast, and himself, together to make sure it’s all right on the night? Frankly, it’s not looking good…

Set in the theatre in the run up to opening night, Birdman is a phenomenally clever piece of filmmaking. After a while (Sloths are slow animals…), we realised most of the film is evidently one long, continuous, real time tracking shot. The handheld camera wanders the theatre corridors, emerges onstage to capture a rehearsal, follows an actor exiting off stage, whirls around to enter a dressing room.  We simply couldn’t spot where (surely) one take ended and another began. But this is no realistic docu-drama, rather it’s surreal, darkly comic, satirical and often touching, largely down to Michael Keaton’s tremendous performance – it’s no stretch of imagination to spot the parallels between Riggan’s career and Keaton’s own. To take on a role partially satirising yourself must take courage.

Oh, and the briefs? At points both Ed Norton and Michael Keaton gamely parade themselves in their smalls and yes, both look pigeon-chested, bandy legged, scrawny limbed idiots.  Gentleman, for that alone, The Sloth salutes you.

UK release 1 January 2015

Posted in The Chin-Stroker | Tagged Andrea Riseborough, Birdman, Edward Norton, Emma Stone, Michael Keaton, Naomi Watts

The Theory Of Everything. A Brief History Of A Remarkable Time.

TheTheoryOfEverythingPoster-01He’s been immortalised in The Simpsons and recently commented he’d be ideal casting for a Bond villain as “the wheelchair and the computer voice would fit the part.” And now the inimitable Professor Stephen Hawking is portrayed on celluloid by Eddie Redmayne in biopic The Theory Of Everything.

Beginning with Stephen as a young man at Oxford, it charts how he met fellow student Jane (Felicity Jones) at a dance, leading quickly to romance. So far, so normal for students the world over. But then his college life diverged from the norm. Firstly, he was more than a good deal smarter than average, shamefacedly confessing to ‘only’ solving 9 out of 10 supposedly impossible equations set by his tutors. Secondly, bouts of clumsiness led to a diagnosis of Motor Neurone Disease, with a prognosis of a mere 2 years to live.

From there on, we mostly know his story. He completed his PHD, married Jane, produced 2 children, wrote the seminal A Brief History Of Time among other tomes, receiving accolades from around the globe. And he continues to live.

What we may not know, and what The Theory Of Everything captures so well, is the intense emotion and struggle behind his story. The shock of facing death when so young, of being reliant on others for your basic survival, of losing control of your body to the point when even eating is fraught with the danger of choking. Coupled with the selfless early dedication of his wife Jane, it’s part love story, part sublime lecture in the power of the mind and spirit to not just keep going in the most desperate circumstances, but to excel.  You could question why a biopic of Hawking has been made before his death. Having watched it, it is a testament to life and seems perfectly apt. The Sloth recommends you take tissues. Make it a big box.

UK release 1 January 2015

Posted in Date Night | Tagged Eddie Redmayne, Felicity Jones, The Theory Of Everything

Best Movies Of 2014

Another year is drawing to a close, bringing cold sweats and minor existential crises: where is our life going? Is Kim’s bum REALLY that big? Can we ever learn to like eggs when they smell like farts but are such a good source of protein? To distract our feverish (and slightly drunk – it is Xmas party season) mind, we’ve drawn up our traditional Top 10 Movies Of The Year list. Without further ado, in (hic) reverse order:

Deux_jours,_une_nuit_poster10. 2 Days 1 Night. Gotta love the French: “J’ai une idée! We will mek a moral drama about le socialism and les workers rights! In a Belgian factory! Wiv a mother ‘ou is getting ze sack!” “Ah, but zat is not bleak enough, no?” “OK, zen ze mother ‘ou is getting ze sack, ‘ow about she es sick wiv ze depression as well?” “Ah oui! C’est magnifique!”  And then they went and cast Marion Cotillard, so the dullest cinematic prospect ever conceived was amazing.

frank-movie-poster-michael-fassbender-600x4529. Frank. We salute it for various reasons. Primarily for the most ostentatiously cavalier use of Michael Fassbender, ever.  Hire one of the most talented actors of his generation then hide him under a giant papier-mâché heid. For virtually the entire film. Respect.

 

MrTurner_Final8. Mr Turner. Logic says you couldn’t win Best Actor at Cannes with a performance based primarily on grunts. Logic be damned. Timothy Spall channelled his best Gloucester Old Spot to take home the gong in Mike Leigh’s utterly charming, witty biopic.

 

 

20140415153532!Maps_to_the_Stars_poster7. Maps To The Stars. We love it when Hollywood bites the hand that feeds it. Maps To The Stars bares its bleached white teeth and shellac coated claws to swipe mercilessly at La La Land’s narcissism and egoism. All the more cutting with the recent, unfortunate expose of catty emails from Sony execs…

 

under the6. Under The Skin. Scarlett Johansson.  As a man-eating alien. Driving a white van. In Glasgow.  The Sloth can only presume the idea emerged during a game of Boggle. And it was every bit as strange, original, unsettling and downright barking mad as you’d expect.

 

329411,xcitefun-the-lunchbox-poster5. The Lunchbox. We’re not a particularly sentimental animal but occasionally we make exceptions. The Lunchbox was one such sweet, emotional and poignant exception, set against a rich and vivid portrayal of downtown Mumbai. Viewer Warning: overwhelming cravings for curry experienced at your own risk.

 

GOTG_Payoff_1-Sht_v4b_Lg4. Guardians Of The Galaxy. Talking raccoons! Talking trees! Sony Walkmans! Green aliens! This is what we want! Join The Sloth in giving praise and thanks to the someone, somewhere, who remembered that movies are supposed to be fun.

 

 

Boyhood-movie-poster-MAIN13. Boyhood. You’ve heard the critics salivating over this. 12 years in the making…astonishing director’s vision…incredible achievement, yadda yadda. What really got The Sloth was it draws you unsettlingly back on a journey through your own past 12 years.  History flashing before your eyes.

 

nightcrawler-poster2. Nightcrawler. This looked so mouth-wateringly fabulous on paper – Jake Gyllenhaal as a manic sociopath in a dark media satire, with the always-terrific Riz Ahmed on the side – we thought we would only be disappointed. We weren’t. We’ve not watched the News At Ten since. Shudder.

 

whiplash1. Whiplash. We emerged from the press screening with our head spinning and cheers ringing in our ears. Cheers! From miserable, unimpressible, been-there-done-that, grumpy journos! A dark, exhilarating, 100 mins of sheer adrenalin.

 

 

Agree? Disagree? Cor blimey, That Sloth doesn’t have a clue what they’re talking about? Tell us – what made your list?

Posted in Ponderings | Tagged Boyhood, , Frank, Guardians Of The Galaxy, Maps To The Stars, Mr Turner, Nightcrawler, The Lunchbox, Under The Skin

Into The Storm – How Did They Do That? The Sloth takes you behind the scenes.

INTOSTORM_UK_BD_3D_ORING-0There are certain films you watch thinking ‘how did they do that?’ or, more precisely, ‘how did they persuade anybody to do that?’. Into The Storm, a disaster movie to end all apocalyptic weather disaster movies, is one of them. Frankly, if The Sloth were a Hollywood actor and our agent proposed we shoot a movie involving tornadoes, hurricanes and torrential rain, we’d get ourselves a new agent. Fortunately, star Sarah Wayne Callies and director Steven Quale are made of sterner stuff. Brave or foolish? The Sloth found out…

Stephen, can you take me through what went into creating these massive tornadoes onscreen, in terms of both on-set effects and working with visual effects companies to bring them to life digitally? 

As I did the research for this film, I found that tornadoes can be radically different. There are the really thin and narrow rope tornadoes. And then you’ve got the more traditional tornado, which we’re most familiar with.  And then you have these mile-wide or two mile-wide wedge tornadoes, which are enormous tornadoes that can spin with rotational speeds as high as 300 miles-per-hour.

Then there is a fourth one, actually, the fire tornado, which is probably one of the most spectacular things in the film. It’s an absolutely true phenomenon, and it looks almost exactly like we depict it with our digital simulation.

Then, the difficult part was how do you create all that and do it in a photorealistic manner?  So we took all our reference footage and showed it to the visual effects companies.  These are probably some of the most difficult visual effects to accomplish because everybody knows what clouds look like, and everybody knows what trees look like blowing in the wind.  It took a lot of effort and time, and many passes at watching it and tweaking it, because the way they create these tornadoes is through really complicated math procedures.

The big challenge was trying to use the artistic and the scientific methods, and having those two meld together. What we found was that to make the effects feel as real as possible, we had to have our principal photography shot in an overcast situation. So the solution was to get these giant construction cranes and put these silk screens on them, basically.  Instead of having the silks be white, which you normally would use to bounce light off of, Brian Pearson, the cinematographer, came up with the idea of making the silks dark grey, like storm cloud color, so that dark grey light would bounce and block the sun, and create an overcast look directly over the actors.

Then the challenge for the actors was to endure the high speed of these hundred-mile-an-hour fans that are blowing in their faces.  And when you stand in front of a rain tower that’s pouring rain on you, it’s bearable; you can deal with it.  The problem is when you combine the two, now suddenly those raindrops are like projectiles going a hundred miles-an-hour, hitting you, like little needles hitting your face.’

You shot the movie using a variety of cameras, from SteadiCams to security cameras and iPhones.  You even have cameras on the Titus, the storm-chasing vehicle in the film.  What did you want to achieve using this shooting technique? 

‘Interestingly enough, my take on this was that we have cameras and point-of-view shots that would traditionally be considered part of a ‘found footage’ movie.  But I didn’t want that to be distracting for the audience. The irony of this film is that the entire movie was shot handheld.  We didn’t have camera dollies or cranes or any of those techniques that you’d normally use in a movie.  But the audience doesn’t notice.  About halfway into it, you forget about the cameras and the ‘found footage’ aspect; it just becomes a movie.  And we did that intentionally.

The biggest nightmare was trying to keep the cameras dry with all the rain pouring in, but the camera department did a wonderful job.’

Sarah, what was it like for you to work on such a stunt-heavy film?  Did you do those stunts for real?

‘Oh, yeah.  That was a part of the draw of the film for me. I showed up on the first day and they harnessed me up onto the wire and an hour later, we were just playing like children.  The one thing they wouldn’t let me do is the fall just because insurance companies at a certain point stand up and say, ‘You can’t drop our female lead 20 feet onto concrete.  We’re not going let you do it.’  I said, ‘Okay, fine.’

Part of the thing that’s great about that kind of work is there’s just no acting involved.  Somebody puts you on a wire and yanks you backwards, there’s a hundred-mile-an-hour fan and a rain tower in your face, you don’t have to act scared.  [Laughs]  You’re right there.  You’re scared.  It’s pure adrenaline.  And it was fun.  It was really, really fun.  The stunt coordinator and I talked about it afterwards.  I was like, ‘Dude, let’s do a movie like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon where we just fly through the whole thing.’  [Laughs]  I absolutely loved it.’

How about the special effects?  I understand that the rain and the wind machines were there for about half the shoot?

‘Yeah.  I read scripts differently now, which is to say I now look at a script and say, ‘Wait.  I’m wet for how long? There’s how much rain in this thing?’  I just read the script and thought it was a great story and it wasn’t until we were actually in prep and I was breaking it down that I thought, ‘Wait a minute.  I’m going to be soaked to the skin for 45 days out of this filming.’

We had hundred-mile-an-hour fans, which you can’t really fathom.  The first time they turned it on in front of me in a scene it blew me 20 feet off my mark.  You could literally lean your full body weight into it and it would hold you up.  And then they’d throw dirt and leaves into it so there’d be debris flying around.  Then they turned the rain towers on and it certainly wasn’t comfortable, but, again, it saved us the indignity of trying to act like you’re in a tornado.  You’re just there.’

Sarah, looking back at the experience, do you have an experience that was particularly memorable for you? 

[Laughs] ‘Yeah.  It’s not particularly serious but Richard (Armitage) and I were doing a scene in the weather van where we were both indoors but soaked to the skin.  Then I took a deep breath and said, ‘Does it smell like a barn in here?’

He had on a cheap wool suit because his character would wear a cheap wool and when it got wet, he smelled like a wet sheep.  And they can hear this conversation over the earphones.  And the makeup artist came in and handed me a tube of Chap Stick that was bacon-flavored and said, ‘Put this on,’ and closed the door.

So, I was sitting there with my pig-smelling lips.  Richard was here with his sheep-smelling suit and for the rest of the day, every time they cut, he would just turn to me and go, ‘Baaah!’

And we all think actors are overpaid… Now you’ve heard the theory straight from the horses’s mouth, let’s see the reality with a special behind the scenes video clip: 


Into The Storm is available on Blu Ray and DVD on 15 December 214.

 

Electricity. Fits And New Starts.

electricityWhat’s your reaction to the phrase ‘model turned actress’?  We’re guessing a groan, maybe some gratuitous eyerolling – generally expressions of derision. So how will Agyness Deyn, the latest high profile model turned actress, fare against those expectations?

Agyness plays Lancashire lass Lilly, a twenty something epileptic. Lilly takes pills every day but they fail to control her fits. We see her in sequined dress and heavy make up on her way to a night out, but she never makes it to her destination, collapsing in convulsions on the pavement to the consternation of bypassers, awaking in hospital covered in a fresh assortment of painful bruises.

But the fits aren’t Lilly’s only concern. Her younger brother, Mikey, has gone missing in London. Worried for his wellbeing, Lilly decides to travel down and look for him (in London! It’s quite big…). Arriving in King’s Cross, a striking, gawky figure in rainbow colours, she may as well have ‘naive’ tattoeed across her forehead. Sure enough, within 24 hours she’s duped and robbed by a homeless woman she’d initially taken pity on. Luckily, not everyone is as merciless. Picked off the pavement after yet another seizure by young professional Mel (Leonora Crichlow), she recognises Lilly’s vulnerability underneath her feisty exterior and insists Lilly stay with her. The two soon become friends and Lilly’s search for Mikey continues.

So, let’s get straight to the point, is Agyness any good? Yes, she’s stunningly good. You didn’t expect that, did you? Watching her, she simply IS Lilly, there is no hint of a ‘performance’, she fully inhabits a wildly complex character with complete naturalism. And that’s just as well because the entire film hangs on her (thankfully broad) shoulders. Part family drama, part detective thriller, part insight into the horror of living with such a debilitating condition, Electricity is an emotionally engaging, thoughtful film that is a pleasure to watch. Hats off, Agyness, The Sloth looks forward to seeing what you do next.

UK release 12 December

These Final Hours – The SaltyPopcorn Review

The Sloth likes to keep you one cinematic step ahead. We’ve therefore asked our Aussie friends, SaltyPopcorn.com.au, to start bringing you the best of new Australian cinema. Don’t miss out on great titles that might not make it to UK cinemas, stick them on your DVD list instead. Here’s SaltyPopcorns’s editor, Jason King, to kick things off:

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REVIEW BY JASON KING from WWW.SALTYPOPCORN.COM.AU

THESE FINAL HOURS is a preapocalyptic piece of joy. Meteors will hit the planet in an extinction level event, everyone will die, the end. Western Australia has about 12hrs left and has mostly come to the acceptance of this. There is no Bruce Willis and Ben Affleck to the rescue with a spiffy Aerosmith soundtrack. There is imminent death and destruction and the end of mankind. These final hours are spent with one guy, James, a normal twenty something party dude (a much hotter version of me in my 20s :).

James is by no means perfect, he has two girlfriends going, one pregnant. He even leaves the pregnant one to go to his other party girl in these 12hrs. He takes drugs, drink drives and does a lot of things someone in this time of their lives does (although drink driving is bad mmmmmkay). But this does not make him a bad person. Given, the drink driving is probably due to impending doom and the fact that most of the planet is in a state of anarchy for the final hours of life. What would you do? James is petrified, he wants to be so messed up he won’t feel a thing, or will overdose prior to the end.

On the way to his “other” girlfriend, James has his awesome car stolen from him and is nearly macheted to an early death. In trying to steal someone else’s car he hears the screams of a kidnapped young girl, Rose, I am thinking maybe 12yrs old. Some dirty, loser pedophiles have kidnapped her and intend to go out in the world off their faces and… (you get it). James’ conscience kicks in and he has to decide: save his ass or do the right thing. And so begins the awakening and salvation of James’ soul. James and Rose form the oddest of couples in a 12hr dash to get Rose to her father and get James to his girlfriend.

This is a wise movie, it doesn’t need Hollywood budgets and huge special effects, it deals with the human condition in a doomed setting. They know they aren’t going to make it, every character you meet is dealing with their own impending death. This makes for an incredible bunch of characters and scenarios. People pray, commit suicide, slaughter, party to death and basically go mental. The visuals of a lady walking down the road with a “god” message painted on her was very striking. The party is incredibly well done, a perfect scenario – the end of days party with no holds barred, everyone off their face, Russian roulette, more drugs than can be imagined, a random shooting – to which 12yr old Rose walks in. What then happens with her there is incredible, I am so glad director Zak Hilditch went there, that would never happen in a U.S. film, but it suited the tone and theme and she got some  life experience in her last day (probably not what you are thinking – see the movie, I have given enough plot away!!)

Director Zak Hilditch (Plum Roll, The Toll) gives us an epic disaster film on a budget and brings more character development and real characters to the screen than most. The budget is used to its last lowly dime to wring out a film that looks like it was made for ten times the cost. The sets are used well and the party got a lot of attention. There is the effective use of coloured filters to just make you swelter with the characters, you can feel the Australian heat mixed with the planet about to burn up and you can almost feel the tyres on vehicles and sneaker tread melting into the asphalt.

The acting is superb, cannot fault anyone. Nathan Phillips (as James) will break onto the international market after this. He was slaughtered in the first WOLF CREEK but I am pretty sure he can give Worthington a run for roles after this one. I will say I had one annoyance from him, I know the world is about to end, and the stress levels are high but his forehead is in stress scrunch throughout, like it is paralysed in a knot

James’ bad boy is perfectly complimented with the pure innocence of youth, naivety and cuteness from Angourie Rice’s Rose. What an incredible little actress. She was amazing, one bad thing that stood out – the epic crying scene – so obviously a fake cry. I know this can be hard to film and get out of a child actor but it was noticeable. Also the supporting actors, all brilliant. Dan Henshall was epic – certain scenes from him had me in stitches, I have seen plenty of people like him at festivals, I am just stoked none of them had a gun. Also Kathryn Beck’s Vicky was great, so unlikable you immediately knew she was one of James’ mistakes in life. 

I could babble on and on about this film. It is one of the best films from Australia in years, it will hold your attention from go to woe. Brilliant!

Australian DVD release 8 December

 

St Vincent. Everybody Needs Good Neighbours.

o-ST-VINCENT-POSTER-900.jpgThe Sloth had almost forgotten Bill Murray starred in Ghostbusters. How long ago does that feel? For so many years now he’s been the go-to actor for misanthropic anti-heroes. St Vincent is no exception.

Bill plays Vin. Vin is a misanthropic curmudgeon who lives alone with his cat and a permanent glass of bourbon. He gets ‘serviced’ at regular intervals by Daka (Naomi Watts) a Russian ‘lady-of-the-night’ who works at the local girly bar and is also having his baby. Vin’s preferred solitude is rudely interrupted by the arrival of divorced new neighbour Maggie (Melissa McCarthy) and her school age son Oliver (Jaeden Lieberher).  Finding himself locked out of home when he returns from school one day, Oliver invites himself into Vin’s home to wait for his mum. Eyeing him suspiciously, Vin feeds him sardines and crackers whilst mentally totting up a babysitting invoice. Oliver needs an after school babysitter, Vin needs money and so begins a relationship of convenience.

Now you don’t need a crystal ball to figure the grumpy old man and the naive young boy will soon form an unlikely (likely…) bond. And that Vin’s misanthropy is a façade hiding pain at a very deep level.  And that the relationship of convenience will soon become genuine.

On paper St Vincent is hugely clichéd. Take the character roll call. We have: The Grumpy Curmudgeon; The Tart With A Heart; The Underdog Kid; The Divorced Single Mom; all present and correct. And the familiar themes of father figures and growing up. But it also detours down genuinely touching side alleys. Adding in the sheer force of Mr Murray’s marvellous cycnicism – if you cut him, would he not bleed caustic acid? – it quickly sucks you in with sheer watchableness.  What’s not to like about Vin shamelessley forcing a juvenile to mow his woeful excuse for a lawn whilst he reclines with booze ‘n’ fags? When The Sloth grows up, we want to be a foul tempered alcoholic who swears at cold callers and exploits child labour. Much more fun.

UK release 5 December

Posted in Date Night | Tagged Bill Murray, Melissa McCarthy, Naomi Watts